“Amy wasn’t the woman for you,” Boyd said, staring at his friend’s image in the mirror.
“Why? Cause she wouldn’t put out?”
“No, man. Because you need a woman who stimulates your brain, not just your ‘nads.”
“Well, not getting much of that either, thanks for pointing it out. I feel so much better.”
“For a psychologist, you’re completely oblivious.”
“I see a lot more than you give me credit for.” Boyd folded massive arms across his broad chest. “For example….” He pressed his lips together, gazing intently at his friend. “You missed a spot right there.” He poked Quaid in the neck, just over his Adam’s apple.
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