Easy I could do.
A professional organizer.
You're not a professional organizer.
You're barely a professional waitress.
I am a genius at organizing things and getting them out of the way.
I recently lost all my money and the promise of a bright future,
and I've organized that into a file in my head
labeled "do not open until you are stronger."
If I can handle that for myself,
I can certainly handle a stranger's light filing.
If I had known all that craziness was going on in your head,
I would have ordered you some mexican painkillers.
Or the peruvian.
They're stronger, but sometimes they make you lose control of your hands.
Thought that was an ibuprofen.
What is Johnny doing here at 3:00 a. m.?
Thought it was a rapist or something.
Rapists don't knock and wave.
And if they looked like that, we wouldn't call them rapists.
We'd call them... Johnny!
What are you doing here?
I'm here to talk to you guys about the church of latter day saints.
And I have to pee. Can I use your bathroom?
No problem. Don't forget to tip the bathroom attendant.
What's up, Caroline?
Just trying to find a day job
where I won't get handcuffed to a radiator.
This is so romantic.
Jumping over the back wall
to drop down and see you in the middle of the night?
It's very Romeo and Juliet.
It is very Romeo and Juliet.
He has to pee, and I'm the nearest toilet.
Please. That's just an excuse.
The man defaces buildings.
So what? He draws the line at peeing on them?
He came by here to see you.
Pull your hair back. It's kind of in your face.
Pull yourself back. You're kind of in my face.
I was tagging a building nearby,
and I was on the roof I saw that your light was on,
so I thought I'd stop in and say hey.
Hey. So, Johnny, you just saw our light on from the roof nearby?
Do you always look down when you're up that high?
Flying solo tonight.
My lookout guy went into rehab.
It's kind of a pain. It's really a two-person operation.
Ugh, such a bummer when people can't handle their heroin.
Hey, max, what are you doing tomorrow night after work?
Any desire to be my lookout guy?
I might have some desire to be your lookout guy,
but as far as the "guy" part of "lookout guy" goes, full disclosure
What, you don't have a penis?
Oh, I have one.
In a drawer in my bedroom.
If the cops come tomorrow, I will run like a girl.
Okay. So pick you up at the diner at 2:00?
Cool. Cool. Cool.
And then Romeo left.
All the weeks of flirting and game playing have finally led to this
You two on a late-night roof rendezvous.
Hey, genius organizer ….