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Roger: Judy said my apartment stinks.
Craig: Who’s Judy?
Roger: My sister. You met her.
Craig: Not ringing a bell.
Roger: At Junior’s wedding.
Craig: Not ringing a bell.
Roger: Well, you were so damn drunk, it doesn’t surprise me.
Craig: Ya know, your place does stink. A little. Not bad, you know, just . . .
Roger: So does yours!
Craig: Hell, I know that.
Roger: So what are we going to do about it?
Craig: I ain’t gonna do a goddam thing about it.
Roger: She said I should get some bleach and some windex.
Craig: That’s not bad advice if you want your place to smell like bleach.
Roger: No, I hate that.
Craig: You kinda stink a little bit too, my friend.
Roger: So do you!
Craig: I don’t care. If you don’t like it, there’s the door.
Roger: Hell, I don’t care. I wouldn’t mind cleaning my place up a little, though. There must be some way to get the place smelling better.
Craig: Oh, there is most certainly a way. Guaranteed to work, 100% every time.
Roger: What?
Craig: I don’t recommend it.
Roger: What is it?
Craig, Rog, if you want your place clean and smellin’ good, you’re just gonna have to go out there and git yerself a woman!
Roger: Oh, shit no. I don’t need that kind of pressure.
Craig: Get a dog then. Blame it all on the dog.
Roger: Good idea.
Craig: Ready for another beer?
Roger: What kind of dog?
Craig: Do you like your sister?