Beach Pillows Page #3
- Year:
- 2014
- 96 min
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THAT AROSE:
FROM TODAY'S CONFUSION,
WHICH, I JUST WANT TO BE CLEAR,
WAS CAMPBELL'S FAULT.
WHAT OTHER ISSUE?
[CHUCKLES]
YOU KNOW, I THOUGH YOU MIGHT HAVE BEEN ABLE
IT WASN'T MY WEED,
AND DITTO'S NOT ONE
- DITTO?
- ESPECIALLY CONSIDERING
THE INTEREST I'VE ACCRUED
THROUGH THE YEARS.
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA.
WHO'S DITTO?
- YOU KNOW DITTO.
- NO, I DON'T KNOW DITTO.
AND YOU KNOW HOW YOU SHOULD KNOW
THAT I DON'T KNOW WHO DITTO IS?
BECAUSE I JUST SAID,
"WHO'S DITTO?"
ALSO GOT KICKED OU OF HIGH SCHOOL
FOR STABBING MRS. NICHOLS
WITH A PROTRACTOR.
AND I CAN'T REALLY SPEAK ABOU MRS. NICHOLS' SOCIAL HABITS,
- HOW MUCH?
WELL, LIKE I SAID,
INCLUDING INTEREST...
- WILL YOU JUST F***ING TELL ME?!
[SIGHS]
I MEAN, DID YOU...
DID YOU EVEN COME?
WOW!
REALLY?
WOW! I'M NOT EVEN
THAT'S SICK.
WOW! WOW!
[CHUCKLES]
YOU KNOW, MORGAN,
THE FRUSTRATIONS OF THE DAY,
HOWEVER WARRANTED,
CAMPBELL IS F***ING KARLA.
I HATE TO PUT IT IN THOSE TERMS,
BUT THAT'S JUST THE WAY IT IS.
[BED SQUEAKS]
[EXHALES SHARPLY]
I DID SOME THINKING LAST NIGHT.
NICK.
NO, I DID SOME THINKING
ABOUT HOW EVERYTHING
IN YOUR LIFE SUCKS.
OFF GUARD, MAN.
I KNOW YOU.
I KNOW WHEN THINGS
OKAY, YOU DON' HAVE TO SAY ANY MORE.
AND I KNOW WHEN YOU FEEL DOWN,
SO, YOU'RE DOWN, I'M DOWN,
EVERYONE'S DOWN.
BUT FEELING DOWN ISN'T HELPING
I MEAN, I DON'T KNOW
I'M STARTING TO THINK YOU MIGH THINK I'M PARTLY RESPONSIBLE
OKAY. RIGHT.
MY MOM'S AWAY, AND MY LITTLE
AFTER WORK.
MOTIVATIONAL POSTERS RIGHT HERE.
TURN THINGS AROUND, MORGAN.
[SIGHS]
TOO BOUNCY?
DEGREES OF BOUNCINESS, SIR,
SO I THINK MAYBE...
I'M SORRY?
I-I JUST DON'T...
[Chuckling] NO OFFENSE, SIR,
BUT I DON'T THINK A MAN YOUR AGE
I KNOW IT'S NONE
OF MY BUSINESS, SIR,
BUT, UH... BUT BOTTOM LINE IS,
BECAUSE IT'S A BED.
LYING DOWN ON IT.
OKAY. EH... OH!
HAVE YOU CONTACTED THE COMPANY
THAT SOLD YOU THE CEILING FAN?
BECAUSE MAYBE, MAYBE, MAYBE
IF IT WASN'T SPINNING SO FAST,
YOU WOULDN'T NEED
ALL THOSE GODDAMN STITCHES!
[MUMBLING]
- PROBABLY.
- HEY, MORGAN.
EXCUSE ME.
DO YOU... MORGAN?
IT'S ME. IT'S DAVE.
WHAT'S GOING ON, MAN?
DAVE.
[Chuckling] DAVE.
NOTHING MUCH, MAN.
JUST WORKING AWAY.
HERE?
NOPE.
MORGAN.
- COURTNEY?
- [CHUCKLES] YEAH.
OH, MY GOD.
YEAH, WE'RE HERE TOGETHER.
WHY?
WE'RE GETTING MARRIED.
MARRIED?
BEEN DATING?
[CHUCKLES]
SIX MONTHS.
YEP.
HOW LONG HAVE YOU AND KARLA...
NINE YEARS.
WHAT DO YOU DO FOR WORK, DAVE?
OH, REAL ESTATE.
[SIGHS]
'CAUSE MY MOM SAID THAT YOUR MOM
SAID THAT YOU APPLIED
SIX MONTHS. JESUS.
MORGAN?
YOU KNOW, THE THING WITH THE...
WHO HAVE SQUARE FOOTAGE TO FILL.
IN HIGH SCHOOL?
HOW IS KARLA?
EVEN KNOW EACH OTHER?
- [LAUGHS]
NO, I DON'T HAVE
A F***ING CARD.
F***ING A**HOLE.
[SPITS]
HEY, CAREFUL.
THREE WORDS...
SOCIAL NET-WORKING.
FACE FRIENDS, TWEETER, HALO,
WHATEVER IT IS... RING A BELL?
ECONOMICALLY.
YOU KNOW,
BEAM ME UP, SCOTTY.
YOU LOSE SOME.
GUESS WHAT.
AND THE ONLY WAY
OUT OF THIS MUCK
IS FRESH, FAST FORWARD THINKING.
YOU KNOW, WHEN I STARTED
AS A YOUNG MAN,
IT WAS ALL ABOU HAVING SOMETHING TO SELL.
I STARTED OUT AS A WAITER IN THE
CITY... DINERS, COFFEE SHOPS...
TO BUY THIS STORE,
FOR A SINGLE THING
NOT ONE DAY SINCE.
I MEAN, TO PROVIDE
FOR THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE THE MOS BY SELLING THINGS
THAT FILL PEOPLE'S BELLIES
IN AN OTHERWISE VERY SAD WORLD,
AND NOW IT'S ABOU MAKING FRIENDS ON A COMPUTER.
[CHUCKLES] YOU KNOW,
AN OCEAN, AND WE'RE A SAILBOAT.
AND IF YOU STAY PUT, YOU SINK.
LOOK, UH, COME ON.
SOMEBODY COME ON UP HERE AND...
WILL YA?
ANYONE?
[SNIFFS]
[SMACKS LIPS, SIGHS]
NOW YOU'RE STARTING TO GET IT.
[SIGHS]
[INHALES DEEPLY]
SOME COCKSUCKER'S
BANGING MY GIRLFRIEND.
PLAYS]
I WONDER WHERE MY MOM GETS OFF
BUYING MY SISTER
EXACTLY!
ANOTHER EXPENSE ALL ON ITS OWN.
NO.
I MEAN, YOU KNOW
I'VE ALWAYS BEEN
SERIOUSLY, EVEN IN A CLOWN SUIT,
BLOOD FLOW.
[LAUGHS]
WHAT'S UP, BOYS?
- STOP! STOP! STOP!
- NO, DUDE! COME ON!
- THEY'RE LIKE 10 YEARS OLD, BRO!
YEAH, GOOD.
- [SCOFFS]
- WHEW.
SO, YOU'RE GONNA PROTECT HIM?
NO, HE'S [SCOFFS]
HE'S ON PAROLE.
SNORTED ACNE MEDICINE.
WELL, I HOPE HE APPRECIATES IT.
HE DOES.
AND KARLA?
AND KARLA.
I DON'T F***ING KNOW, MAN.
THIS SH*T OUT.
NO, I MEANT THAT,
LIKE, RHETORICALLY.
OH, RIGHT, YEAH.
I DON'T KNOW.
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