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Getting a little more tense (It's me or her...):
Banky: How was your pseudo-date?Holden: Leave it alone. Banky: That chick bugs me. Holden: [Rubs Banky's head, playing] "aww no, everyone bugs you" Banky: Get off! Fucking faggot, man, did you see that? You're dyke-courting ass just got me scored on. Holden: You know, you should watch that man. If you're gonna get so bent out of shape while playing the game, so much so that you feel a need to curse the tv, try not to gay-bash it, allright? You're not that kind of guy. And don't call her a dyke, she's a lesbian. [Pats Banky's knee twice] OK? [Holden walks away] [Banky pauses, follows Holden over to his desk] 
Banky: What the fuck is goin' on here? Holden: I'm starting a new page? Banky: Not with this shit, with you! What the fuck is going on with you and that girl? Holden: We're just friends! Banky: She's programming you! Holden: I beg your pardon? "Programming?" Banky: Yeah, and apparently you don't even fuckin' realize it! What does it matter if I refer to her as a dyke? Or if I call the Walers a bunch of faggots in the privacy of my own office, far from the sensitive ears of the rest of the world? Holden: Look, man, it's passive-aggressive gay-bashing, and I know you're not really prejudiced at heart, I just think you should find some other way to express your anger is all I'm saying. [Banky starts drawing a diagram] Holden: What are you doing? Banky: Just bear with me here, allright, I wanna put you through this little exercise. [Banky draws a diagram of a four-way intersection with 4 people for each corner: A "male-affectionate, easy to get along with, non-political agenda, lesbian," a "man-hating, angry-as-fuck, agenda of rage, bitter, dyke," Santa Claus, and the Easter Bunny. He asks Holden which could get to a $100 bill in the middle of the intersection first:] 
Banky: BECAUSE THE OTHER THREE ARE FIGMENTS OF YOUR FUCKING IMAGINATION! Holden: I don't need this. I'll be hiding from your fucking shit in my room. [Banky stops him] What!? Banky: [shouting]  What is it about this girl, man? You know you have no shot of getting her into bed! Why do you bother wasting time with her? Because you're Holden-fucking-McNeel, most persistent traveler on the road that's not the path of least resistance. Everything's gotta be a fuckin' challenge for you and this little relationship with that BITCH, is a prime example of your fucking condition. Well I don't need a magic 8 ball to look into your future - you wanna forecast? Here. Will Holden . ever . fuck . Alyssa: Aww, what a shock, not fucking likely. This relationship is affecting you, our work, and our friendship. And the time's gonna come when I throw down the gauntlet and say "It's me, or her," and then what're you gonna say?  Holden: I think you should let this one go, OK? Banky: No, what would you gonna say? Would you trash 20 years of fuckin' friendship because you've got some idiotic notion that this chick would even let you sniff her panties, let alone fuck her?  Holden: Look, fuckin' asshole, I'm telling you, OK, let it go. Banky: What the ffucck, man? What the fuck makes this bitch all that important? Holden: [shouting] 'Cause I'm fuckin in love with her man, OK?? [Banky gets quiet] Banky: [under his breath] Fuck. | |||||
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