Beach Pillows
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- 2014
- 96 min
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[LAUGHTER]
[LAUGHTER STOPS]
WHAT?
SH*T SUCKER
FORGOT TO LEAVE A KEY.
MAYBE HE'S HOME.
NO, HE'S STILL AT WORK.
REALLY?
UNDER THE MAT.
[POUNDING ON DOOR]
CAMPBELL!
- DON'T KICK THE DOOR.
- WATCH OUT.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
OH! JESUS! F***!
[GRUNTS]
THE TOUCH OF A CHILD MOLESTER,
YOU HAVE.
MY GOD.
REMIND ME AGAIN WHY WE HANG OU WITH THIS GUY?
'CAUSE HIS APARTMENT'S
THE TITS.
CAMPBELL!
I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON
IN THERE.
[LAUGHS]
OH!
[CHUCKLES]
WOULD YOU LOOK AT THIS?!
[Spooky accent] THIS IS
WHERE I HANG THE HEADS
OF ALL THE SNOWMEN I KILL.
[LAUGHS]
PRETTY GOOD, RIGHT?
THAT'S A GOOD
CAMPBELL IMPRESSION.
- HEY.
- THANK YOU.
TILL THE SH*T STAINS
OUR SOCKS.
YOU'RE NEVER GONNA LET ME
FORGET THAT, ARE YOU?
MMM.
[SIGHS]
IT'S CLASSIC MORGAN.
[METAL CLATTERS]
WHOO!
OKAY, CAMPBELL.
THIS IS NICE.
YEAH. ALL THIS AFTER HIM
AND HIS BANKER BUDDIES
SODOMIZED THE ECONOMY
INTO SUBMISSION.
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA.
THAT WAS CONSENSUAL, BRO.
- I MEAN, THE MARKET DECIDED.
- [LAUGHS]
SERIOUSLY, THOUGH,
THIS IS INSANE.
THIS MUCH SCRATCH.
THIS PLACE MUST HAVE COS A FORTUNE.
YEAH, BUT IT PAYS FOR ITSELF
WITH ALL THE P*SSY IT RAKES IN,
MAN.
WELL, ASSUMING YOU PAY
FOR P*SSY.
EVERYBODY PAYS FOR P*SSY,
AND P*SSY'S EXPENSIVE.
VERY TRUE.
[BEETHOVEN'S "SYMPHONY NO. 3,
SCHERZO" PLAYS]
- AHH.
- ROUND TWO, BABY.
YOU ARE A MADMAN.
DON'T MISS THE BELL
FOR ROUND TWO.
MORGAN,
I LIKE TO LET MY GOOSE LOOSE.
- I LIKE TO LET MY GOOSE LOOSE.
- YEAH, I KNOW.
- AND SEE WHERE MY GOOSE FLIES.
- I KNOW ALL ABOUT YOUR GOOSE.
JUST LET IT GO, MAN.
JUST LET YOUR LITTLE GOOSE GO!
I'VE SEEN YOUR GOOSE
TOO MANY TIMES.
[LAUGHS]
WOW. WHAT IS I ABOUT A HARD DAY'S WORK
THAT MAKES:
WHAT YOU DO AFTERWARDS
SO JUST REWARDING, YOU KNOW?
YEAH, YOU KNOW,
HOW WAS WORK TODAY, NICK?
WOW.
MAYBE I WAS ASKING YOU.
WHAT THAT FELT LIKE, MAN.
YOU KNOW, NOT EVERYONE'S ALWAYS
THINKING ABOUT THEMSELVES.
I DIDN'T MEAN IT THAT WAY,
OKAY?
NO, YOU'RE RIGHT, THOUGH.
SHOULDN'T FEEL GOOD ABOUT THIS.
I SHOULD IN NO WAY FEEL WORRIED
ABOUT IT.
- OH, STOP!
- SH*T, SORRY.
STOP WHAT?
YOU HAVE A JOB.
I DON'T.
YOU SHOULD FEEL GOOD
ABOUT YOURSELF.
I SHOULDN'T.
THAT'S ONLY FAIR.
I DON'T FEEL GOOD ABOUT MYSELF,
OKAY?
I'M SORRY, NICK.
I HATE MY JOB.
THIS IS NOT REWARDING.
THIS IS... SAD.
[CHUCKLES]
SO, WE'RE BOTH FAILURES?
I KNEW THERE WAS A REASON
WE HUNG OUT.
I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST BECAUSE OF
YOUR ROSY DISPOSITION.
WE HAVE SO MUCH IN COMMON.
- EXACTLY, WE'RE FAILURES.
- MAKES SENSE.
YEAH, WE'RE FAILURES.
NO, NO, NO.
COME ON.
LET'S WAIT FOR, UH, CAMPBELL
TO GET HERE.
GO F*** YOURSELF, MAN!
YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME FEEL SHITTY
ABOUT MY LIFE,
I'M A FAILURE,
AND THEN YOU'RE NOT GONNA LET ME
SMOKE SOME WEED AND FORGET ABOUT IT?
- GO F*** YOURSELF.
[Baby-talking]
MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER.
WEASEL JAM FOR TWO?
[Normal voice] WELL,
I'LL SMOKE SOME IF YOU OFFER.
THAT'S RIGHT. YEAH.
FAILURES TOGETHER.
- YO.
- YO?
- YO.
- YO?
I DON'T RECOGNIZE ANY OF
MAYBE YOU HAVE FACE BLINDNESS.
FACE BLINDNESS? NO.
T-T-THESE PHOTOS
AREN'T OF CAMPBELL
OR ANYBODY IN HIS FAMILY.
[LAUGHS]
CAMPBELL LEAVES IN THE GENERIC
PHOTOS HE BUYS WITH THE FRAMES.
I GUESS I DON'T UNDERSTAND
COMEDY.
THAT COUPLED WITH THE FAC THAT HE HAS A REALLY UNSAVORY
FAMILY LIFE.
I GUESS SO.
ABOUT A GUY'S PAS JUST FROM THE PICTURES
IN HIS ROOM, YOU KNOW?
IT'S JUST WEIRD.
THAT'S WHY YOU ALWAYS RUN OU THE PLAY, BUDDY.
YOU NEVER KNOW:
WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN.
[DOG BARKING]
NICK!
[MUSIC STOPS]
OH, MY GOD!
THE WRONG APARTMENT.
[DOG GROWLING]
AH! AH! AH!
OH, SHE'S CUTE!
WHAT IS SHE, A WESTIE?
[GROANS]
["DEMONS" PLAYS]
FORGOT ALL THE SHI YOU USED TO TALK ABOUT
I CAN'T HEAR YOU ANYMORE
YOU PUT YOUR DEMONS
YOU WASTED TIME:
THAT WASN'T YOURS
IT'S BEEN AWHILE
SINCE I PUT MY HAND OUT
I'VE TAKEN TIME
TO HATE SOME MORE
IT'S HARD TO WATCH YOU MAKE
YOUR OFFERING:
- [MUSIC STOPS]
- MORGAN?
YOU KNOW YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO
BE DOING THAT, RIGHT?
GOOD.
'CAUSE THE HAROLD SHIPMEN JUST CAME IN,
SO GET YOUR ASS:
OVER TO THE WAREHOUSE.
WHAT DO YOU SAY?
[SIGHS]
[ENGINE TURNS OVER]
["THE BUMP" PLAYS]
I GOT A LUST FOR LIFE
AND A DANGEROUS MIND
WELL, I CAN TAKE A TREE
AND TEAR IT FROM ITS ROOTS
IF YOU SEE ME:
- [SIGHS]
WE'RE FULL-GROWN MEN
BUT WE'LL FACE THE MUSIC
WHY?
CIGARETTES ARE COOL.
SO IS THIS BOOK.
JUST GET IT YOURSELF.
I'LL GIVE YOU 10 BUCKS.
YOU CAN GET A WHOLE PACK
FOR 10 BUCKS.
CONSIDERING:
YOUR FINANCIAL SITUATION,
A SOUND INVESTMENT.
[Chuckling] SOUND INVESTMENT.
CHAPTER FOUR...
SOUND INVESTMENTS.
YOU JUST FINISH THAT CHAPTER?
YOU CONDESCENDING F***?
WHY CAN'T YOU JUS GO OVER THERE YOURSELF?
WHY CAN'T I
GO OVER THERE MYSELF?
BECAUSE THAT'S DANIELLA DELBUSSO
OVER THERE.
CAN'T EXACTLY GO ASK HER
FOR A CIGARETTE:
GIVEN THE TERMS UPON WHICH
WE ENDED OUR RELATIONSHIP.
- SO ASK SOMEBODY ELSE.
- YOU SEE ANYONE ELSE SMOKING?
CAN'T EXACTLY GO AROUND ASKING
STRANGERS FOR CIGARETTES.
I MIGHT AS WELL... MIGHT AS WELL
TRY TO SCORE SOME CRACK
- WHILE I'M AT IT.
- [SCOFFS]
I'M ALL BENT OUT OF SHAPE.
THEY GET YOU ALL WORKED UP
ABOUT THE STIGMA THAT GOES ALONG
WITH BEING A SMOKER,
YOUR NERVES ARE ALL SHOT,
AND YOU NEED A BUD EVEN WORSE.
MAKES YOU FEEL LIKE A JUNKIE,
ED!
I FEEL LIKE A JUNKIE.
[IMITATES SHUDDERING]
THANK YOU.
SO, DID SHE ASK ABOUT ME?
YEAH.
SHE ASKED WHY YOU COULDN' JUST GO OVER THERE YOURSELF.
[CHUCKLES]
THAT B*TCH HAS A LOT OF NERVE.
MY P.O. SAYS I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO
BE AROUND IMMATURE SITUATIONS.
I'M GOING TO THE CITY.
MORGAN'S WAITING. LET'S GO.
NAH, I DON'T REALLY
FEEL LIKE IT TODAY, MAN.
WORKING ON A BASE HERE.
ALL RIGHT.
GIVE ME YOUR KEYS.
I CAN'T.
OKAY, F***ING DRIVE ME
TO THE TRAIN STATION.
- LET'S GO.
- ALL RIGHT, AFTER THIS CHAPTER.
WHAT?
BUY LOW, SELL HIGH.
POOR PEOPLE ARE LAZY.
COME ON, MOTHERF***ER!
[LAUGHS]
OOH!
WHOO-HOO-HOO!
[SIGHS]
IT'S PERFECT.
SO, ON THE PRICE,
IS THAT A HARD NUMBER,
OR IS THERE SOME W-WIGGLE?
UM, DO YOU TAKE DEBIT?
I SOMETIMES THINK
YOU'RE SMARTER
JUST LIVING ON THE STREETS,
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