Wet Palms S1 E1

It's too late, Peter.

I'm here to stay.

I've nabbed the hottest bachelor in town.

Yeah, I was popular, wasn't I?

Hey, can I use your car today?

Sure.

I can't talk.

OK, not now.

430.

Who's that?

Oh, no one.

Just my agent.

You're great.

Another year of your ass on every billboard

in West Hollywood.

I'm so proud.

Alright babe, we'll celebrate later.

Yeah, sure.

No, I'm afraid that we're booked through the 14th of next month.

No, I'm sorry sir, but a honeymoon suite is in demand.

And that coupon? It's only valid if your marriage still is.

No, no, there's simply nothing I can do.

You know what? The Ramrada on Santa Monica Boulevard?

Quite charming.

Hello? Wet palms.

Yeah, phone call. - Sebastian.

I'm sorry. I must be mistaken.

Can I help you?

Yeah, I'm here to see Randall Jett.

Randall. Right.

Um, sorry, is something the matter?

No, no. You just look like somebody I used to know.

I don't think we've met.

Um, lucky. Lucky handsome.

Brady. What's your business with Randall?

It's personal.

I can't help you.

Well, he knew my mother.

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