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chance to make it up to you.

I promise that

I will behave next time.

Oh, God. What a jerk.

I'm so, so so, sorry.

Ok, so I got a little carried

away but it's no big deal.

I just like her so much,

but I guess Edward

can sometimes

get a little impatient.

Hey, bro.

Oh, breakfast of champions.

Megan asked me to shave

my balls a few nights ago.

So you know me; I aim to please.

So I obliged her.

But now my balls got stubble.

F***in' itch like a b*tch.

I'm gonna order some pizza.

You want anything?

The weather lady said

it was gonna rain today.

Hmm, Elita. Cloudy with

a chance of b*obs.

- Would you just shut the f*** up.

- What?

You heard me. You wake up at

2:
00 o'clock in the afternoon.

You smoke weed,

play videogames all day.

What kind of f***ed up life

is that?

Wow. Someone woke up on the

wrong side of the bed today.

F*** you, you fat f***!

- Are, are you ok Harry?

- No! No! I'm not ok.

Hey, hey, hey.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it.

No, it's ok, man. It's ok.

It's gonna be ok.

I just haven't felt this

bad in a really long time.

I think I need to up my dosage.

Don't you think you should ask your

doctor about that? - Yeah. I will.

I love you, John. I really

look up to you, you know?

Hey, hey.

I look up to you, bro.

I mean, look at you. Tryin' to

turn your life around.

Soldierin' through this sh*t.

You're a f***in' warrior, man.

And by the way, you're right,

I should get off my fat ass more often.

I think I'm gonna join the gym down

the street today, now is the day.

Yeah, right.

My, this is good. This is like

the best apple pie I've ever had.

- Are you sure you made this?

- Um hm.

Where did you

learn to bake like this?

Hm, my mother used to cook

when she was stressed

and with my father,

she was stressed all the time

so she practically

lived in the kitchen.

And I guess I must've picked up a few

things along the way, just by watching her.

And I have to admit,

cooking is good therapy.

Well, your therapy

is making me fat.

- This is a terrific movie.

- Yep.

So why did you decide

to become a nurse?

Um, to save people's lives and

alleviate their pain. - Cool.

No, just flexible hours

and good benefits.

I'd like to say that it was a

dream of mine since I was a girl,

but the truth is I always

wanted to be an actress.

I always wanted to be

a superhero when I was young.

I thought it would be so cool to have a secret

identity, rock a cape, fight evil dudes.

Well, you kinda did it.

You kind of fulfilled your childhood dream.

Because Harry is Clark Kent

and Edward is Superman, right?

- So, what's your kryptonite?

- You.

Wow, you look great!

- Hey, Anna.

- Hey, John.

I'm not John anymore.

Call me Tyler Falcon. - Who?

You want some apple pie?

No. Tyler Falcon

doesn't eat dessert.

It's bright in here.

You guys are crazy.

- Wassup?

- Not much.

Did you get my text?

You could have called me back. - Been busy.

Ever since the other day,

- I haven't stopped thinkin' about you.

- I know.

I missed you, Edward.

What's up with

the silent treatment?

Are you gonna

make me suffer, Edward?

You're gonna break my heart,

aren't you, you bastard.

I'm such a fragile little girl.

Hey. Kiss me.

Life isn't about

rainbows and unicorns, Ivy.

There's no prince charming,

there's no knight in shining armor.

Vampires don't want to look

lovingly at you while you sleep.

They don't want to hold you in their

arms and protect you from werewolves.

Vampires want more than that.

Vampires want to suck your blood.

I so want to f*** you right now.

- Who the hell is that?

Mike! What the f***!

I followed you here, you little b*tch!

Listen to me!

You get near my girlfriend again,

I will f*** you up, a**hole!

Get over here, you little slut!

That's no way to talk to a lady!

- Granted, she's not much of one.

- What?

- Oh, and you hit like a girl.

- What?

Edward! What are you doing?!

Stop it! You're killing him!

Oh my God! Oh my God! I

don't know what, I'm so sorry!

I, I don't know what

came over me. This isn't me.

- Oh my God, he's dead.

- No, no, no. He's still breathing.

Get the first aid kit

outta the bathroom.

You're gonna be ok, ok.

You're gonna be all right.

I'm so sorry.

I don't know what came over me.

Ah, can you, can you hear me?

Mike? Mike? Mike? Can you hear me?

See, Doctor. I think she likes

Edward better. Nothing, keep going.

Give the camera

your best sexy pose.

I know what you're thinking.

You're thinkin' see,

I told you so.

The medication's just not ready.

Well, whaddya want me to say!

He started it! He provoked me.

What are you supposed to do when someone

hits you in the face, Doctor, hm?

Turn the other cheek?

Well, that was Harry.

Edward doesn't play that game.

No more mister nice guy.

And y'know something else,

that douche bag jock woulda

walked all over Harry...

but Edward?

Edward showed that a**hole

who's boss.

I'm frickin' invincible, Doctor.

- Hello, Harry. - What d'you want?

- Can I come in?

What happened to your face?

What whiskey will not cure.

There is no cure for.

I came here today, Harry,

because I want to

reconnect with you.

You and your brother.

Family's all we have

in life, right?

I have some bad news, Harry.

I'm sick. Cancer.

You got anything to say?

Well, sh*t happens.

What's wrong with you, huh? You on drugs,

Harry? - I guess you could say that.

Better wipe that smile

off your face, boy.

Or?

We gotta take some

fresh flowers to your mother.

You think that's

gonna change anything?

- Enough, Harry.

- No, you enough.

You were right, Doctor...

there are side effects to the drug.

I did something terrible

today. I didn't mean to do it.

I don't know what I was thinking;

it just happened so fast

and Doctor, it really felt like

I was possessed or something.

I decided that I'm gonna stop taking

the pills and I'm gonna turn myself in

and I don't, I don't know

what's gonna happen to me,

but I just know that this has to

stop before I hurt someone else.

I shoulda listened

to you, Doctor.

You know what? That guy

was also kinda annoying.

I mean, here I am,

talkin' to my mom.

This guy walks up,

he starts tappin' on his watch and he says,

we close at 6:
00;

it's 5:
50 now.

I mean, it's rude, isn't it?

Just walkin' up, interrupting me like that.

Tappin' on his watch with his fat

finger and staring at me like that.

No, no, no, no, no. no.

No, there's no excuse.

What happened was horrible.

He didn't deserve it,

he didn't deserve it.

It's terrible, right.

I know I shouldn't laugh,

but guess what I said to him?

I pointed to all the graves

nearby and I said,

they're here for all of

eternity and you close at 6:00?

This guy didn't

even get it, either.

He just, he just stood there

staring at me with this,

this blank expression

in his eyes.

This stupid grin plastered

on his face.

I mean, imagine Doctor,

you're standing there,

you're talking to your mom and some pathetic

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