  Evil Mr. Shoulders is in town. Ladies of NYC, watch out! Hanging out with Mr. Shoulders reminds me of Swingers sometimes. MIKE: She didn't like me anyway. TRENT: She thought you were money. MIKE: I don't think so. TRENT: I heard them talking. They both thought you were money. MIKE: Yeah, a good friend. TRENT: Baby, you take your self out of the game.
You start talking to them about puppy dogs and ice cream, of course it's gonna be on the friend tip. I guess the moral of the story here is that you should always look to paperbag a girl's head, and if she's a heroin freak, then it's OK to punch her in the stomach too. I learned that from Mr. Shoulders. 
