"Truth is expensive, Walden," Alan said, pointing at the TV as his onscreen self hid in a closet. "Lies are rent-free. Much like my current lifestyle."
Alan Harper hovered behind him, clutching a bowl of low-fat popcorn. "You’re doing it wrong, Walden. You’re hovering over the button. You have to commit to the click."
Walden looked at the screen. The title read: “The Trapped Mouth Wash.”
"You know," Walden said, wiping a tear from his eye as the credits rolled. "No matter how much money I have, I'll never be as resourceful as you are when you're desperate."
The living room of the Malibu beach house felt colder than usual, and not just because of the ocean breeze. Walden Schmidt, the billionaire who had recently bought the house to nurse a broken heart, was staring at the TV remote as if it were a complex piece of alien technology.
Walden smiled, finally feeling at home. "Bourbon. But only if you don't try to hide the bottle in the closet."
"I just want to watch the game, Alan," Walden sighed, his tall frame slumped on the sofa that used to belong to a very different, much more cynical man.
"Is this the one where you try to get back with Lyndsey?" Walden asked, already knowing the answer.
"Truth is expensive, Walden," Alan said, pointing at the TV as his onscreen self hid in a closet. "Lies are rent-free. Much like my current lifestyle."
Alan Harper hovered behind him, clutching a bowl of low-fat popcorn. "You’re doing it wrong, Walden. You’re hovering over the button. You have to commit to the click."
Walden looked at the screen. The title read: “The Trapped Mouth Wash.” Watch Two And a Half Men S09E06
"You know," Walden said, wiping a tear from his eye as the credits rolled. "No matter how much money I have, I'll never be as resourceful as you are when you're desperate."
The living room of the Malibu beach house felt colder than usual, and not just because of the ocean breeze. Walden Schmidt, the billionaire who had recently bought the house to nurse a broken heart, was staring at the TV remote as if it were a complex piece of alien technology. "Truth is expensive, Walden," Alan said, pointing at
Walden smiled, finally feeling at home. "Bourbon. But only if you don't try to hide the bottle in the closet."
"I just want to watch the game, Alan," Walden sighed, his tall frame slumped on the sofa that used to belong to a very different, much more cynical man. "You’re doing it wrong, Walden
"Is this the one where you try to get back with Lyndsey?" Walden asked, already knowing the answer.