Cabin Fever 2: Spring Fever Page #3

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Rick.

What are you

doing here?

What do you mean?

I came to see you.

Me?

Yeah.

Is that not okay?

No. I mean, yes.

I mean, what about Sandy?

Oh, she's busy preparing

her prom queen speech.

Couldn't take it.

Plus I wanted

to talk to you.

Really?

Sure.

Yeah, the place-

it looks really great.

You do great work.

You think so?

Oh, yeah.

It's beautiful.

Ungrateful little shits.

Come on.

- What if the teachers show up?

- To the pool?

Get 'em off.

Come on!

It's beautiful!

- Oh, Rick.

- Oh, Frederica.

I want to f*** you.

Wait, do you

have a condom?

I'll pull out.

What?

What's wrong?

Oh, are you

on your period?

No, I'm a virgin.

- What- what now?

- F***!

My tooth.

What the f***?

Oh my God,

help me!

Oh, stay away from me.

Rick, help me.

What is wrong with you?

I bet my friends that

you would be an easy f***,

not that you would be

all f***ed up!

Help me!

You bled in my mouth!

Frederica?

Frederica, stop it!

Sh*t.

Frederica!

Frederica!

Aw, sh*t.

Whoo! F***!

He cleans up real good,

huh?

Where did you get that?

Um, my mom got it down

from the attic.

Well, it's very dapper.

Dapper?

I like that.

Whoo.

So should we just call it?

Head over to D8D's and

watch movies all night?

Yeah, we should.

Mm-hmm.

Well, f*** that,

motherf***er!

We're gonna get laid tonight.

I got a sure thing in there.

Come on.

This is it, baby-

one last night to hate your life just

a little bit f***ing more.

This is it, motherf***er.

Two men going to prom together.

It's exactly as it should be.

Sh*t, man. Paperwork's

never been my thing.

Hey, careful with

those files.

Hey, uh,

I'm just the night guard.

I don't know anything about

any of that stuff.

If this is about some kind

of bookkeeping cover-up or whatever,

I don't know nothing

about that.

Just, you know,

say no.

Hey, you haven't seen

my application

floating around at the station,

have you?

I sent one in like six months ago.

- Hey, what's today?

- Friday.

No, the f***ing date, man.

Um...

Jesus! Sh*t!

Oh, Daddy.

You got another

f***ing beer, man?

Shh.

My secret stash.

Oh, yeah.

All right.

Yeah.

Can I use your phone?

Yeah, just dial 9,

then you'll hear a dial tone,

then you dial the area code

and then your number.

It's different than a regular phone.

- Is it working?

- Herman.

It's me, Winston.

Hey, man, I'm in some deep

f***ing sh*t down here.

You gotta help me.

Man, turn down the 'Sepulter'

and listen to me,

motherf***er!

No, I'm f***ing

serious, man.

- L-

- Hey, these guys with you?

Hold on.

No.

F***, man!

Now do me a f***ing favor,

Man.

You gotta tell

these motherfuckers

that the water coming out

of here is bad news.

They cannot deliver it.

Do you understand me?

Why do I gotta tell them?

Man, it's jurisdiction

bullshit, you know?

Ah, beaurocracy. Okay.

Look, man, you're gonna be

a f***ing hero for this.

Oh.

Hnow what kind of p*ssy

you're gonna get for this?

Oh, man,

you're gonna get the sashimi.

What's that?

Man, that's the primo

p*ssy, man-

no smell.

F***ing hero, man.

Yeah.

Thanks, man.

The water here is bull-

So where is

your hot date?

She's late.

Or not f***ing coming.

I'm gonna go get

some punch.

Do you want some more?

No, it tastes like

someone pissed in it.

I'm gonna go

lower my standards.

I can't find Rick!

I am not gonna be

embarrassed on that stage!

I am the prom queen

and he's the prom king!

Why are you trying

to ruin my life?

Sandy, nobody's trying

to ruin your life.

Perhaps he's just

in the boys' room.

Just calm down.

Miss Hawker?

Ow!

Guess who.

Cassie?

- It's me!

- Cassie!

- You're here!

- I'm here!

- Yeah, I changed my mind.

- Have some punch.

Thanks. Yeah, I thought

about what you said today.

I don't know, I just thought,

you're right. You know? It's prom.

That's so great.

I'm so glad that you're here.

- Great.

- Hey, baby.

Hey, John. Sweetheart, do you think you

can give John and I a minute?

Because I would really like

to apologize to him too.

- I'll just be a minute.

- Okay.

- Okay?

- Yeah.

I'll bring you

a fresh cup.

Bye, John.

Are you trying to

be an a**hole?

I told you to

stay away from her.

But you couldn't leave

well enough alone, could you?

Could you?

You want to know something about

the girl of your dreams over there?

Not only is she

here with me and not you,

but I'm gonna be

f***ing her tonight.

I'm gonna take her home

and I'm gonna f*** her

every which way I want

because I can.

And no matter what I do,

she's always gonna come back to me.

What do you think

about that?

What?

Oh, do you like that, f*ggot?

Stop this!

Stop this!

F*** you, man!

F*** you, man!

- F*** you!

- What did you do?

- Cassie, I didn't do anything.

- That's a lie!

You did something.

Why do you always have to fight?

A**hole!

You hit like

your f***ing boyFriend.

I didn't f***ing

do anything!

This is bullshit!

He f***ing started it!

Watch your mouth!

This is the second time today

I've had to deal with

this nonsense from you.

You're out of here. I will not tolerate

this barbaric behavior-

- Are you f***ing blind? He started it!

- Out out!

I am out!

I can't get any more out than this!

School sucks!

John, wait!

Will you wait?

Wait!

Jesus Christ.

John!

John, will you wait?

Will you just wait?

John!

What, Cassie?

What? What do you want?

- I'm just sorry.

- Oh, you're sorry?

You're sorry for what?

You're sorry that I get

blamed for everything

or you're sorry that your

boyFriend's a f***ing a**hole?

Or you're sorry that

you're too stupid to tell the difference?

Is that it?

Huh?

You gotta be a little

clearer with me tonight

because I've got

a bit of a headache!

- John!

- F*** you!

He is the worst human being

in this f***ing school,

and you are the best.

Now how does that work?

Huh?

Hmm?

No, I want to know

about that process-

what goes

through your head.

How you can not like me, someone

you've known for your entire life,

someone who would treat you

like an absolute queen,

and instead go for

that piece of sh*t back there.

Why?

Because he's rich?

Because he's popular?

I mean, Jesus, Cassie,

you're not even poor.

I mean, how obvious

does it have to be?

You would have to be

practically retarded

not to see that

I'm in love with you.

Everybody sees it.

Marc sees it.

Do you have any idea

how embarrassing that is?

No.

No, of course you don't.

I'm done with it.

It's over.

I can't take it anymore,

Cassie.

Hey, kids, you're gonna

have to get back inside.

Yo, we're having

a conversation here, a**hole.

Not anymore.

It's over.

You need to get your girlfriend

and take her back inside.

That's not my girlfriend, all right, man?

I'm going home.

Stop!

Get inside now!

All right.

- What the hell was that?

- I don't know.

I have a bad feeling.

We gotta get out of here.

Go.

Who are they?

I don't know.

But I don't think

that they're cops.

Now I need you to go

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