Blue Crush Page #5

We'll be okay.

I can see why the tourists

here never leave their hotels.

Oh, don't say that.

That's not real Hawaii.

They're just... They're just crazy.

They're so protective of their

land and their waves, especially.

And their women?

What?

I'm glad I'm here.

Whoo!

I have to go to practice. I'll get up.

No, no, no. Sleep in.

Are you sure? Yeah. You can sleep.

Bye. Bye.

Oh, sh*t. Oh, sh*t.

Hello? Lena, it's me.

- Hey. Where are you?

- Don't worry about it.

- You're at his room, huh?

- It's none of your business.

I just wanna make sure

Penny gets to school okay. Yeah, yeah.

Don't worry about it. What happened?

- I will tell you everything.

- Come on, little hooch.

- Oh, my God. -

- All right. - Bye.

- Room Service. Can I help you?

- I'd like to order breakfast.

Of course, Mrs. Tollman.

What can I get you?

Uh, the blueberry waffles.

Housekeeping.

Well, aloha. Look at you,

little miss princess.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

So the glass slipper fit, huh?

I even went in the pool. Shut up!

You're so irritating.

Was it my fault he abducted me...

and forced me to eat blueberry waffles?

Blueberry waffles? Where?

Nice. Outside.

What are you doing? Helping.

Why? You're not a maid anymore.

Don't be mad at me.

I'm not mad. Mmm.!

These are so good.

You didn't save me any whipped cream though.

Some guy thinks you look hot in a bikini,

and you forget all about the contest.

That's not fair, and you know it.

Champagne? How cheesy are you?

Shut up. I'm not mad.

It's just... I happen to know

that you kick ass out there,

and you worked very hard

to get to where you are.

I know. Pipe is in three days.

Every single sponsor is here,

and it's just you and one other girl out there.

I know. I got it. Okay?

People would kill to be in your shoes.

I got it!

Hey, listen to me.

Contest comes first.

Nothing changes that.

I'm gonna whip it around.

Whoo!

This is it. This is it, right there.

Yeah!

Sh*t.

Anne Marie! Hey, Anne!

Anne Marie.!

Eden, I'm over here.!

Get on. Get on.

We gotta get outta here.

I got you. I got you. Hold on.

What's wrong?

- Eden, get outta here! - Oh, sh*t!

Bail.! Bail.!

You all right? Where were you?

I was right behind you.

I couldn't get in without getting crushed.

You whipped me in way too deep.

You need to kick out earlier.

Okay, are we done with our excuses now?

I wanna go in.

We'll rest for a minute. I don't wanna get

some rest. I almost died out there.

You did not almost die.

You were under for, like, five seconds.

Stop being such a Barbie.

What did you say to me? What?

A Barbie? What is your problem?

All I'm saying is that if you can't handle this,

there's no way you're gonna be

ready for the Pipe Masters.

Then you go. If you're so friggin'

ballsy, Eden, you go.

I can't. I wasn't invited.

I don't know

what the hell you want from me.

What I want from you is to get your own life

and stop living through me.

Get your own dreams.

So that's it.

You're gonna run off and be a pro ho, huh?

At least I have someone

that's interested in me.

Why does this seem so familiar, huh?

Run away when things get tough.

I'm stressed out. I think

I'm gonna ditch my kid... Shut up!

and run away with some guy I met in California.

Shut up! I'm not kidding!

Sounds a little bit too familiar.

Leave me alone.!

Like mother, like daughter.

- Shut up! - You're just gonna quit?

Get outta my face.

You're gonna prove these guys right?

A**holes who think that you can't surf

Pipe because you don't have the balls.

I guess so then, 'cause I quit.

I quit!

You're not a quitter. You're just scared.

Hey. Oh, my God. What's wrong?

Are you okay? No.

Yeah, Rochelle Ballard rips.

Oh! Closeout!

Wiped out. Sorry, Rochelle.

Where's Anne Marie?

Who cares? Let me play.

Hey, it's my turn. You got beat.

It's hump day... Wednesday.

We've got that high-surf advisory in effect...

for the north-and northwest-facing shores.

Sounds a little bit too familiar.

Like mother, like daughter.

This is your dream.

This is what you were born to do.

- Don't throw it away on this guy.

- Eden.!

You're not a quitter.

You'rejust scared.

I'm gonna be the best surfer in the world.

And it's just you and one other girl out there.

It's just you and one other girl out there.

Sh*t!

- What are you doing?

- Nothing.

Wow. You look... What?

Where'd you get that? What?

- The dress.

- From a store.

- He bought it?

- Yes, he bought it. So what?

So I can see your b*obs. Great.

I think she looks beautiful. Thank you.

- She looks the way he wants her to look.

- Like Baywatch Barbie.

- Penny, shut up.

- Is he gonna buy you implants too?

Penny, I just can't do this right now, okay?

Man, that girl could rip.

Who is that? You.

That was the first time you beat me

at the Menehune contest in Haliewa.

You were such a cocky little sh*t.

Always talking all that trash

and how you would be number one.

I was so pissed at you 'cause

I knew you would be.

All talented and sh*t.

The boys were spinnin'. Remember that?

They had to throw up some bullshit

rule barring you from the boys' contest.

I'm gonna be late.

He's leaving in a few days with a tan,

and what are you gonna be left with,

a pair of shoes?

I wanted platinum.

At least it's an "E." It is?

It'd better be. He said it was.

Everybody think I'm sexy.

I'm the sexiest... You ain't sexy.

He don't know anything.

Very Tiffany's.

He likes your little sum-sum.

A little lovin' one night.

And then you get yourself a little upgrade.

That's good enough.

Good evening, miss.

Welcome to the Lanakai.

Jimmy, are you kidding me?

It's me. It's Anne Marie.

Holy sh*t! You look insane.

Thank you. God. All right.

Wow. You look...

Weird. No. Gorgeous.

Really?

Let's go show you off. Oh!

This is great. This is great.

Okay.

Now it's time for a few of you lucky

men to learn how to do the Tahitian hula.

- Do we have any volunteers? -

Some intelligent men.

Some men of size.

Here I go.

- All right. Wish me luck.

- Come on. Let's push it up.

Get those hands up in the air.

Rip it! Rip it!

Come on. Let's go. Everybody.

Throw your hands in the air!

Hey, howzit, wave riders!

We got that high-surf advisory posted again.

Right now, it's a macking 15 to 20 feet.

Out in Pipeline tomorrow,

the girls have the place all to themselves.

What are we supposed

to talk about with her anyways?

Windex, I guess. Or Comet.

The only person who knows anything

about Windex or Comet in our house...

is Carmen, but not me.

I hope she doesn't think he's gonna marry her.

Of course she does. Prince Charming

come to save her from the toilets.

And get some of that ten million a year.

Oh, God. Matt and the maid.

Oh, my God. Did you guys

check out that dress? Hello?

Where does she think she's going

anyway, the prom?

I thought her shoes were totally cute.

Trust me on this. He made her up.

The whole Matt Tollman makeover.

Did you see the shoes, the dress, the bracelet?

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