388 Arletta Avenue (2011)

[bunniefuu]

Jesus says, "John, I can

see your house from here."

It's so early.

Hey, this was your idea.

Give me your key.

You don't have yours?

Uh-uh.

Here, I got it.

James, that's the

most obvious place

in the world

to put it.

Luckily, we've got

nothing worth stealing,

lazy legs.

Let's do it.

Don't run so fast.

You're like my

high school gym teacher.

What's going on?

What are you doing?

Why did you set the alarm?

I didn't set it.

But... I don't want to

go running.

I didn't set it, Amy.

Well, the bogey man

must have set it.

Morning, Deaks.

Jesus Christ, Amy!

♪♪♪

♪ I met her ♪

♪ On a Monday ♪

♪ And my heart ♪

♪ Stood still ♪

♪ Da doo ron ron ron ♪

♪ Da doo ron ron ♪

♪ Somebody told me ♪

♪ That her name ♪

♪ Was Jill ♪

♪ Da doo ron ron ♪

♪ Da doo ron ron ♪

♪ Yeah, my heart ♪

♪♪♪

♪ And I will ♪

♪ Live for nobody ♪

♪ But I'll live for you ♪

♪ Oh baby ♪

♪ Lost in love ♪

I'm mad.

It's really weird.

This is really not cool.

I was up 'til


five in the morning writing.

Just gotta

help me out here.

♪ I'm lost in love ♪

♪ Is what I feel ♪

♪ When I'm with you ♪

♪ Baby... ♪

Did someone


send this to you?

Me?

One of your undergrad students,

or the professor

what's-his-face

with the nose hairs?

No.

I highly doubt it.

'Cause I didn't make it.

Okay, James,

you have so much music.

Every time I walk into

your office

you're downloading

something.

I don't even

make CDs anymore.

Okay so,

what are you saying?

Somebody just made a CD,

they put it in the car.

Wasn't this car door

locked?

Yes, okay.

So all I know is

that I didn't make it.

I didn't make it

either, Amy.

So who made it?

Isn't it weird to you

at all?

Yes.

I don't know, maybe.

You forget things

sometimes.

What's that

supposed to mean?

Nothing.

I'm just saying

that you forget

things sometimes.

What?

Like when I drink?

James, all I'm saying is that I bet all of this music

is right on your computer.

No, no, no.

Wait!

What's that?

"The Doo Ron Ron Mix."

Aren't those

the same songs?

What?

See?

I told you.

What is this, your idea

of a joke?

What, you think that

I put those on there?

I know

I sure as hell didn't.

James, you have

eight thousand songs

on your computer.

You probably just forgot.

You think that I have

nothing better to do

than to come into your office

and sneak around

and make a mixed CD?

Honestly, I don't know

what it is you do here

all day, Amy?

You've been working on this

Afghan embroidery thesis

for seven years.

Or is it eight?

You're an as*h*le.

Relax, I was joking.

No, you're not.

Hey, come on.

Help me figure this out.

Nasty little sh*t.

Amy, please!

Amy.

Hey.

Come on, Amy.

Is that you?

Amy!

Hey, you home?

Amy!