Are you Andy? Uh... yeah. Is this yours? Did you write this stuff? My girlfriend Jill...

Jill: Are you Andy? Andy Stitzer: Uh... yeah. Jill: [holds up Jay's card] Is this yours? Did you write this stuff? Jay: My girlfriend Jill found *your* speed dating card. [raises his eyebrows] Andy Stitzer: [Covering] Oh! Yeah... right. God, I've been looking for that speed dating card. Thank you so much for bringing it to me. Jill: So you actually wrote that one girl looked like she was "hurtin' for a squirtin'"? Andy Stitzer: [Stunned] Mmm-hmm... yeah, "hurtin' for a squirtin'". Yeah, I wrote that. Jill: Oh, so you wrote, "ho fo' sho'". Andy Stitzer: [Embarrassed] Yeah, I remember that girl. She was a ho... for sho'. Jill: You are never going to meet anyone with that kind of mentality about women, you sick son of a bitch! Andy Stitzer: Who the... Who the fuck are you to put me on trial? I've never even met you. So why don't you back the shit off, all right? And stop with the inquisition. Jill: That's how you talk? Andy Stitzer: You know what? I don't have to answer to you, you ain't my bitch! Know what I sayin'? So, shit, man... fuck it! Jill: [to Jay] You shouldn't even be hanging out with this pervert. Jay: I don't hang out with him! I work with him and that's it! I tried to introduce him to a few nice people, he made a fool of himself. I don't mess with him, baby. That's not me. Andy Stitzer: You should keep your ho on a leash. Jay: Oh, bro, I can't let you talk... Andy Stitzer: Hey! Jay: I can't let you be talking to my woman that way, dawg. Andy Stitzer: Hey, hey! Bitch's running wild, man.