[That comment about the robots is briefly distracting. What's wrong with cleaning robots? That sounds like a pretty sweet deal. Maybe he can get one and never have to clean his place again . . . but Larry hadn't sounded like it was that sweet a deal at all . . .

But seriously, with a choice of topics between housecleaning and girls, what self-respecting man would pick the first one? Unfortunately, Leon can't contribute nearly as much to it as he'd like, or could have back home. He's in much the same position himself.]

Nah, not yet. For one thing, they got me modelin' sports gear, but I'm tryin' to break outta that! Come on, what a waste! You've got a guy who looks as cool as I do and you're shovin' him in that boring-ass stuff . . . they don't know what they're doin'. And there definitely ain't as many, y'know, supermodel types on that scene. But I'm working on it! I asked out one girl I met, but she's a lawyer, not a model.

[He lowers his voice a little:]

Dude, how'm I supposed to afford dinner for a lawyer? I just got here too! I don't have that much saved up!