Two students, Benetar and Joniston, stumble out of a party drunk as fudge and begin half walking/half falling home.
- Guess what time it is.
- Four?
- TIME FOR SOME ROUGHAGE, BROTHA!
- Oh man, so hungry. I could go for something to soak this sh*t up.
- Yes. Oh wow, you know what I want? Like... so bad?
- Yes. Oh my God, Yes.
- Pear braised pork tenderloin--
- And fingerling sweet potato puree! I KNEW YOU WERE GOING TO F*CKING SAY THAT!
(They hug)- Come on I gotta find that sh*t somewhere.
- Slow down dude.
- Oh man, I could totally house like a... like a... like a... coconut-cilantro garden salad with raspberry vinagarette or something?
- Dude, I would down a leafy green with any fruit reduction right now, I don't f*cking care I am so DONE, let's just go!
- Jesus... you have to be sh*tting me, it looks like they're closed.
- God dammit.
- Why are there no 24/7 Il-Trattoria de Vermicelli in this f*cking city!?! This is f*cking retarded!
(They press their faces against the glass entrance doors)- Sh*t those sun dried tomato baguettes look so FRESH!! UGHHHH!
(almost crying) I want one with olive oil so bad...
- Is
Pomme Brulée Chez Mère Agathe open? Use your iPhone dude, look it up, I would bust a nut for escargots avec boeuf bourguignon fourrés dans un sanglier bouillabaisse!
- Oui, mon frère, avec des côtes au gros sel, olives vertes et limaçons! Ô mon dieu! Simplement pensant a cette bouffe me fait nostalgique de mes voyages a Saint-Germain. La Bouffe, les hommes, le vin... Ca me fait dur à le penser!
- Ho! Ho! Ô merde! Mon iPhone est mort.
- Let's just go to KFC.
- Huh?
- The Kiwi Fig Chutney-torium.
Recording...
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