Stacy: Are you licensed in spray tanning? (Excuse me? Back it up..oh, no.)
Murphy: Actually, I am. I have a set up in my house, so anyone that is interested, you know, I'm ready for you. (Wait, you're serious? There's no way to rescue this conversation now, Murph. Where's your agent?)
Stacy: You mean only women who want to... (Stacy is trying her best to save you, Murph. Too late.)
Murph: Yeah, I think so, but my client list is not great now, so we take what we can get. (OK, I'll put on my jock and be over shortly)
Murph: I went on the Internet this summer and I was messing around, (with spray tanning certification sites, riiighht) and I would go tanning a lot (obviously). I decided I wanted to try it myself. I took a six week course which I finished in two days, I didn't do any of the lessons (overachiever or slacker, you decide). And they sold me the stuff and I started my business. (Hmmm, kind of like law school. I wonder what it would take for this company to refuse to sell their stuff.)
Stacy: So are you going to make someone look like tiger striped (Is this spray tanning lingo? Stacey is always prepared) or are you pretty good?
Murph: No, I'm pretty good.
Stacy: You're pretty good?
Murph: Oh, yeah, at first I was, yeah, it was difficult. I was wearing a lot of pants this summer (okay, I've had enough, shouldn't you have been working on defense and rebounding). Yeah, so, I'm getting a lot better.