Long before he was the director of gigantic franchise pictures, Jon Favreau was the voice of common sense and worry inside every single guy's head.
Polite, uncertain, devastated by a recent breakup and prone to arguments with his answering machine, Favreau's diatribe about the awfulness of leaving the apartment is worth quoting in full:
We're gonna spend half the night driving around the hills looking for this one party, and you're gonna say it sucks, and we're all gonna leave, and then we're gonna go look for this other party. But all the parties and all the bars, they all suck. I spend half the night talkin' to some girl who's lookin' around the room... to see if there's somebody else who's more important she should be talking to. And it's like I'm supposed to be all happy, uh, 'cause she's wearing a backpack. And half of them are just nasty skanks, who wouldn't be nothing, except they're surrounded by a bunch of drunken, horny a**holes... and I'm NOT going to be one of the a**holes.
