Alpha Dog Page #2

TIKO:
You ain't sh*t, Elvis!

Go back to your shelf.

Yeah, dance, b*tch.

He's so f***ing

brain-dead.

Rape her more!

Rape her more!

Oh, sh*t!

Come here.

(ALL CHEERING)

I need a f***ing beer.

Hey, would you

get me a cerveza?

- ELVIS:
Oh, you need a beer,

Johnny?

- I'll get you a beer.

Don't worry about it, Angie.

I got it. I got it. I got it.

Yo, I got it, Johnny.

- Run, b*tch.

- B*tch, we're f***ing thirsty.

Look at

that slave-ass motherf***er.

"I got it, Johnny."

He's like a spook, man.

TIKO:
He loves Johnny.

Yes, he does.

Don't you, Elvis?

- What?

- You love him,

motherf***er. Johnny?

Yeah, I do.

I love him a lot.

(ALL LAUGHING)

I owe him a lot. I do.

No, no, no.

I don't mean like that.

I mean you f***ing love him.

You'd f***ing do

anything for him.

If he asked you

to suck his cock,

you probably would.

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

Shut the f*** up.

No, no, no.

Tell the truth, Elvis.

Tell me you wouldn't drop

to your f***ing knees

and suck Johnny's cock

in two seconds,

if he asked you.

You'd give it a kiss

on the tip. I bet

you would, motherf***er.

- No, I wouldn't.

- You wouldn't?

Johnny, come on, man.

Oh, you see that?

Dude, you are

a f***ing full-on

dick-in-the-mouth,

balls-across-the-nose,

dildo-up-the-ass...

Fag!

- You're a f*ggot, dude.

100 percent.

- You're a fag.

JOHNNY:
Shut the f*** up,

b*tch. Suck my cock.

You know what? Don't talk

to me anymore, okay?

- I f*** b*tches. You're a homo.

- Suck my cock.

That's it.

- That's f***ing mean.

- Shut the f*** up!

Suck my f***ing cock.

Come on, Schmidt,

I'm dead serious.

Suck it, b*tch.

Suck my f***ing cock.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

I got it.

GIRL:
Come on, do it!

No, I got it, all right?

Suck my cock.

Pretty soon it's going

to come out, Elvis.

TIKO:
Pretty soon you're

going to come out, Elvis.

That you're f***ing gay.

What up, Jake?

You got to start

calling a motherf***er

before you just show up.

- Christ-killers ain't got no respect.

- Yeah.

- Can I talk to you for a minute?

- FRANKIE:
What's up, Jake?

Oh, sh*t! Yo, come here, man.

Elvis is just about

to suck a dick.

Yeah.

Let's go on in here.

So what's going on, homie?

You know that thing I told you

I was going to take care

for you down in San Diego?

- Yeah.

- It's a washout.

Really? What happened?

Well, I go down there

and I put the screws to him.

And I tell him, something bad

is gonna happen to him,

unless he comes up

with your money,

and, like, fast.

Which he doesn't,

because he's f***ing tapped.

But he's scared,

so he leans on his neighbor,

and I walk on the guy

for 150 bombs.

So?

So, the bombs are no good.

The X was f***ing bunk.

And I had a guy lined up

to take it all, man.

We would have made

so much money on that sh*t.

But you said that you would

take care of it. You said

that it was your debt.

Are you coming in here,

trying to n*gger-talk me?

What do you want me to do?

I can't exactly go back

to the guy that I ripped off

and say, "Yo dude,

your sh*t was no good."

Okay, well,

I still got to get paid.

I know. Calm the f*** down.

I got $800.

And I thought

that we could split it.

You thought

we could split it?

F*** that.

Pay me all of it.

- I'm trying.

- How?

You make dog sh*t

at your f***ing job.

Be careful, Johnny.

I'm not f***ing Elvis.

Yeah, well,

you're short, a**hole.

Watch your f***ing mouth,

you little f***ing midget.

I'm not one of

your little f*ggot friends.

And remember

who you're talking to.

Give me

my f***ing money!

You're going

to stiff me, huh?

I'm going

to f***ing kill you!

(SCREAMS)

JAKE:
Take a f***ing drink,

you motherf***er.

Why don't you f***ing die?

I'm going to kill you,

you f***ing b*tch!

(DOGS BARKING)

- Take your f***ing hands off him!

- Get back!

You motherf***er!

You motherf***er!

You motherf***er!

Oh, f***, Frankie.

Get this f***ing b*tch

off me.

- F***ing psycho, man.

- Get the f*** off, b*tch!

Who do you think

you're messing with,

you f***ing cocksucker?

Get away from me.

Sit the f*** down,

you crazy b*tch!

Piece of sh*t.

- Whoa, goddamn it, man!

- All right, motherf***er!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Come on, man.

You point that thing at me,

you better pull

the f***ing trigger!

Well, come on,

you f***ing p*ssy, do it!

Come on, b*tch!

(SCREAMING)

Why don't you try me,

you f***ing kike?

- I will! I will!

- I love it.

You have everyone else

fooled around here,

but I ain't f***ing buying it.

Get this f***ing

piece of sh*t

out of my house.

Get the f*** out, dawg!

All right, Johnny.

It's on.

Ain't no turning back now.

Get the f***

out of here!

F***ing walk away, okay?

Come on.

Whoa!

F*** me.

(MOANING)

(BANGING ON DOOR)

B*tch, shut up.

What's going on?

- Who's there?

- It's Zack.

- Who? It's f***ing midnight!

- It's me, Zack.

Get in here.

What are you doing,

you f***ing maniac?

Hi! Hi!

Okay.

Go put on some clothes.

My brother's here.

Heil! Yes, sir!

- You want a drink?

- Yeah.

And she's always

telling me what to do.

Like what clothes to wear

and what girls

she thinks are pretty.

Like I couldn't f***ing

figure it out for myself!

That's your mom.

That's Olivia.

Come on, she loves you.

You're her baby.

Yeah, I know.

It's embarrassing.

Do you know that

we have homework parties?

- What?

- Homework parties with little hats.

No.

- Yeah.

- Like...

- Yeah.

- ...for birthdays?

Yeah! Yeah!

Another thing.

I'll be sleeping, right?

And she'll wake me up

by looking at me.

Like I'll open my eyes,

and she'll be right there

looking at me, like...

F***ing A!

It's goddamn creepy, you know.

Like she's in love with me,

and breathing on me!

You're lucky, you know that.

I mean, my mother,

she'd never...

Boo-hoo for me!

Yeah, I know.

But, you know,

I'd trade you.

I just got to get out.

Wow, I'm drunk.

I got to smoke.

Well.

Look at Zacky! All grown up!

Look at his little one-hitter

and his stress weed.

Shut up.

Take a drink.

Like a pro.

Wacky Zacky.

That's me.

Wacky Zacky.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Hello?

OLIVIA:
Wanda, put my kid

on the phone. Now.

One minute.

- It's Olivia.

- No, no. F***ing A!

All right, give it to me.

Hello?

Zack was supposed to be home

two hours ago. Is he with you?

- Yeah, he's here.

- F***ing A, dude.

No, we're talking.

- I said we're talking.

- Put him on the phone...

Don't get your panties

all in a wad, Olivia.

I'll drive him home later.

Do you know what time it is?

Yes, I do know

what time it is, thank you.

Put my son on the phone

or I am coming over there

right now, God damn it.

Yeah, okay.

Yeah, okay. All right!

You got to go home.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

ZACK:
No!

WANDA:
Wait, no, stop!

JAKE:
Come on, Zack!

Tonight we ride!

(ZACK LAUGHING)

- Come on.

- No!

Come on.

ZACK:
Jake. Hey, Jake.

- Jake, am I a funny guy?

- You're hysterical.

- Am I a good guy?

- You're the best.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, you are a good guy.

- You are the best, man.

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