Alpha Dog Page #7

and now you give me

f***ing tears?

Do me a favor, Susan.

Have a period or something.

Of course I'm not going to

do it! I told him. I'm just

saying, that's how spun he is.

I got it under control.

I got it under control,

all right?

Say it.

Say, "You, Frankie,

have it under control."

Say it!

- You, Frankie, have it under control.

- Right.

Now say "I, Susan,

am a whiny f***ing b*tch

"and you, Frankie,

have it under control."

I, Susan, am a

whiny f***ing b*tch

and you, Frankie,

have it under control.

Right.

Worst comes to worst,

I tell everybody

to go f*** themselves

put 50 bucks

in the kid's pocket,

and stick him on a bus.

- You promise?

- I swear.

(PHONE RINGING)

See, b*tch? Johnny. Hey.

- Hey, what up?

- What's the word?

- We're picking the kid up.

- Great! What time?

About 8:
00, 8:30.

Listen, man, I'm gonna

have to take him to a hotel

or something, then.

What's going on?

My dad's b*tch girlfriend

is up my ass

with a f***ing broom.

- Call me when you get there.

- All right.

- Okay?

- All right, man.

- I'm on my cell.

- I'll call you when I get straight.

All right, later.

The kid's going home!

What up, buddies?

- What up, buddy, buddy?

- Buddy, buddy, buddy!

Hey, we need to borrow

your mom's car.

- Moving?

- Yeah. Moving.

- That one right there.

- Yeah, let's go!

Get off me.

You kids have a good time!

Go!

(ALL CHEERING)

- MAN:
What up?

- Well, when am I gonna f***ing get paid?

Get in there. Get in there.

- You like this sh*t? This is dope, right?

- Yeah.

Everybody out.

Get the f*** out of here!

Can't you see me

on the toilet?

I don't give a f***

what you're doing.

I said get the f*** out.

I'm trying to pee here!

Let go of me!

This is my party,

and I say

you're getting out.

- What the f*** are you doing, crazy-ass?

- Hello! Jesus.

- I can't believe I just saw that.

- I don't give a f***!

Listen, to me, Ziggy,

I said, you pay me today.

Oh, you don't have it?

Listen, let me

tell you something.

If you see me,

you don't want

to f***ing see me.

Yeah, it's like that,

b*tch. F*** you.

- Baby, get off the phone.

- I'm getting off!

- ZACK:
Is that guy giving you a problem?

- Yeah, why?

Let's kick his ass.

All of a sudden

you're a tough guy?

I can fight him.

I'm a f***ing black belt

in tae kwon do.

Shut the f*** up.

- Your ass.

- I am.

Looks like I picked

the wrong man.

No sh*t. Come here,

you little f***er.

Come on, b*tch.

How does that feel?

Think you're bad, huh?

SUSAN:
You're going

to break his neck.

Give the little f***er

a kiss.

Come on, you're f***ing

getting it everywhere!

What are you gonna

do now, huh?

Who's your f***ing daddy, huh?

- Show me one of your f***ing moves.

- What?

Well, hell, no, b*tch.

Hell f***ing no.

You sizing me up?

You sizing me?

That was f***ing awesome!

- You're f***ing awesome!

- Dude.

That was awesome, dude.

This little b*tch can fight!

GIRL:
My God,

that was amazing.

KEITH:
Open the door!

Hey, open up, man!

F*** off! We're fighting.

There's no room for b*tches!

Or f***ing queers!

- Come on, open the door, a**holes!

- Okay, open it.

FRANKIE:

Let that sack of

monkey sh*t in here.

Don't call me a sack

of monkey sh*t.

Jesus, what happened

to your shirt, b*tch?

I don't know. Dude,

we're out of booze, man.

Already?

Tell your little freeloader

friends to slow

the f*** down, Keith.

I'm not made of money.

- I need a cigarette.

- All right.

We're leaving.

Keep everything

under control.

Hey.

- Is this him?

- Zack, this is Alma.

Watch how fast

I can down this sh*t.

Holy motherfucking sh*t.

Nice.

You should have seen me

with the beer bong.

Quit staring at me.

Your turn.

Okay. Ready?

Go.

- So you're really stolen?

- Yeah. I really am.

He's cute.

- You got a girlfriend, stolen boy?

- No.

- How old are you?

- Seventeen.

Seventeen?

This motherf***er's

15 years old.

Dude,

what's your f***ing problem?

I'm sorry. Jesus.

They don't care anyway, man.

Ever been laid, stolen boy?

- It's my birthday!

- Happy birthday, girl.

- Can you guys give us a second?

- Why?

I need to talk to you

about something in private.

Hurry.

GIRL:
Love it.

So?

So what?

What do you think?

- What do I think?

- Yeah, what do you think?

What do you mean,

what do I think?

I mean

about this whole thing.

I think no more music videos.

That's what I think.

Right.

F*** it.

You need anything?

Money?

No.

You got gas?

I got gas.

Okay, then.

Truelove!

Are you ready to drink

for my birthday?

No, where's he going?

I hate it that

you have to work, Schmitty.

Happy birthday, Angie.

Eat a piece of cake for me.

Okay.

(GIRLS GIGGLING)

What are you doing?

This is your lucky night.

Get in.

Hi.

Turn around.

- I don't get it.

- Just turn around.

Start counting.

One, two, three four, five,

six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

Ready or not, here I come.

- Marco.

- Polo!

Polo!

- Marco.

- Polo.

Polo.

(MAN SINGING IN SPANISH)

- Do you want to know what I wished for?

- What?

- I'll tell you. I want to suck your cock.

- Oh, sh*t.

Wait, the wish is coming true!

It's coming true! Oh, Lordy!

Wait, my wish is coming true!

My wish is coming true!

Oh, sh*t!

- Baby, I got to go make a phone call.

- No, you don't.

- I got to make a phone call for a second.

- No. No. Why?

Bad!

- He's bad.

- Let's open the gifts.

Yes!

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

- Hello.

- What up, jerky?

- Yeah, I'm kind of busy.

- Dude, it's me.

- Johnny?

- Yeah, I'm on my way.

- Oh, great. How long?

- Half an hour. Clear it out, all right?

Yeah, you got it.

Hey, hey, hey,

Zack's going home!

Party's over.

All you motherfuckers

got to go.

- Bye, Zack. I'm glad you're going home.

- Bye.

- Thanks.

- Now you got your story to tell.

- Yeah, bye.

- See you.

- Call me sometime.

- I will.

You better.

Bye, stud.

And wipe that smile off

your face. You're a dead

f***ing giveaway.

Okay.

No.

Don't f***ing move.

What?

Yo, dude,

just hang out with us.

- Oh, man, I was going to catch a ride home.

- You love weed.

- F***.

- You love it.

- F*** you, ladies.

- We'll see you guys later, all right?

Drive really fast

with your eyes closed.

You're an a**hole.

Roll up, Stratten.

- Bye, b*tches!

- We love you, Zack!

ALMA:
Thanks for

the virginity, baby!

- Sonny.

- Hey, Elaine, how you doing?

Is my boy here?

I'm looking for him.

No, they went out

for Angela's birthday.

Something's come up.

You mind if we wait?

- What are you doing here?

- Outside.

What's the deal, Elvis?

You driving the kid home

or what?

- What.

- What?

- That's right.

- What the f*** are you talking about?

What the f***?

The kid ain't going home.

- But I thought Johnny was going...

- Well, you thought wrong.

- F*** that. Johnny didn't tell me sh*t.

- The decision's been made.

F*** you.

F*** me? F*** you!

Johnny sent me here

to take care of something

and I'm gonna f***ing do it

with you or through you!

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