INT. BAR – GROVER SITS AT THE BAR WHILE CHET SHOWS HIM THE POSTCARD FROM JANE.
CHET: She’s really happy, her new professor’s terrific, and he’s very encouraging of her writing.
GROVER: She stopped calling me. I thought about calling her. Just seems like a lot to do, you know? She’s so far. That long-distance code is so long.
CHET: It’s long.
GROVER: It’s really long! I’m not there. Do you plan to leave here ever?
CHET: (sits down) Why would I... leave?
GROVER: I don’t know.
CHET: You know, I sold term papers to make a living… and slept with undergraduates, the whole deal. After my seventh or eighth year, I began to feel like I was using myself. Somehow I experienced my time as a postponement of my life…but eventually I just realized that this is my life.
GROVER: I could see getting used to it.
CHET: I met a woman – my third American History of the 20th Century professor. We had this child.
CHET: That is nice. It’s nice. But it’s not for everyone. Some people need to have a real career…which is something that I’ve never really understood. You know, why someone would want to be a vet or a lawyer…or a filmmaker. I’m paraphrasing myself here…but I am a student…and that’s what I chose. You might need to choose something else, and that’s –
CHET stops in midsentence and takes a sip from his whiskey.
GROVER: I like that you drink. I like a bartender who drinks. Otherwise I feel like I’m being poisoned. (takes a sip himself)
CHET: Here’s a joke: How do you make God laugh?
CHET: Make a plan.