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NICKY: Hey, Paris, sorry about Doug.
PARIS: What now?
NICKY: Doug, your ex?
PARIS: Who?
NICKY: You dated for six months... just broke up...
PARIS: Doesn't ring a bell. Hey, how does my bra look?
NICKY: It looks... like a bra.
PARIS: And my headband?
NICKY: Like you're Bjorn Borg.
PARIS: Who? Is that some other guy you think I was seeing?
NICKY: Sigh. No. He's a tennis--
PARIS: Whatever. I'm bored. I'm glad we don't eat food any more, so that we can just go straight to the bar and WORK IT. Los Angeles needs to smell what I'm cooking.
NICKY: Are you sure it's not too soon to be on the prowl?
PARIS: Too soon after what?
NICKY: It's been, like, six hours since Doug.
PARIS: Who?
NICKY: Never mind.
