Daydream Nation Page #6

That was an accident.

- Was it?

- Yeah. Can... just give it to me.

- But...

- Where's your soap?

- I dunno.

It's down by the washing machine.

J-j-just don't-don't worry about it.

- No, no, no,

I do this for my dad all the time.

I'll be back in a second, okay?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Just a mean... b*tch.

- Caroline? Don't worry about the shirt.

Let me... let me fix you

a nice breakfast.

Caroline?

- All I'm sa... No, all I'm saying

is that I had a spiritual revelation.

I stepped out of my body

and I saw things that I didn't like.

- Did you see Rolly?

- No, Rolly's dead, dude.

That's a completely different

plane of existence.

- Right.

- This is bullshit, man.

You took some drugs

and you had a f***ed-up time.

End of story.

Take off the creepy tie.

- If I was from Tibet,

you'd believe me, though, right?

If I was a young Navajo boy

on a vision quest

doing a little peyote,

my words would be prophetic.

- Okay, though, but isn't it possible

that inhaling Lysol

had something to do

with your awakening?

- All I know is that some people

spend their entire lives

searching for the experience I gained

with a few simple household products.

And that is nothing to scoff at.

- Hey, where are you goin', man?

- To be honest,

it tires me just looking at you.

you see God once

and suddenly you have divine permission

to act like an a**hole.

- Hey, look.

When I'm on will you leave me on

When I'm on

Will you leave me on

And when I'm down

Will you let me get under

Take cover

Can't hide without a house

Newspapers blow over

Can't walk past the driveway

Without asking

For direction

So full of stupid questions

When the daylight's

like fluorescent light

I'm gonna take my time night by night

When the daylight's

like fluorescent light

I hang my hands over your eyes

To hide

Why not only rescue me

I watch that telephone

Got hung up on the word

I can't get over

Take cover

Take pleasure

- Okay, guys, how about

a little participation next class?

I really don't like

the sound of my own voice that much.

Miss Wexler,

could I see you for a minute?

- Can't. I have to go.

- It's important.

Look, I really need to talk to you.

This is humiliating for me.

- I'll come... see you.

- When?

- Tonight.

- I'll cook dinner?

- Hey, Thurston. What's up?

- Hey, Jenny.

- You look really hot today.

- Thanks. Uh, I gotta go.

- Oh, um... my parents

are going away this weekend.

- Okay.

- Yeah, my-my parents are going away

and I was thinking

about maybe having a Christmas party.

Do you wanna come?

- Yeah, sure, whatever.

- Okay, perfect! I'll text you.

- Yeah, okay.

- Bye!

Yes.

- Concern turned to panic today

for residents of Hargrove County...

That afternoon,

we made the mistake

of watching the news.

- Investigators say...

- You guys know this girl?

-... was abducted

sometime late Tuesday afternoon...

- Not really.

I have friends who know her, but...

I never talked to her.

- In other news,

the industrial fire continues to rage...

The killer had taken

another victim, a cheerleader my age.

He plucked her from a charmed life

and left no clues.

Meanwhile,

the industrial fire was still raging,

growing bigger every day.

As the toxic breeze

carried fumes our way,

some people had taken

to wearing masks.

But I knew their real purpose

was to provide the illusion

of defence.

There are some things

which are destined to occur

and nobody in the world

can do anything to stop it.

Oh how we to and fro to and fro

To and fro

Oh how we to and fro

To and fro to and fro

To and fro

- Mm.

Oh, sh*t.

Sh*t. Oh, sh*t, I'm supposed

to be somewhere right now.

- No, no, I'm not letting you

go anywhere.

Argh, come mere.

You're mine.

- When did you get so forceful?

Bonjour.

- No. Oh!

Yes.

- Impressed?

- No.

- No. Are you crazy?

Well, let me know how it's going.

Okay. Okay, talk soon.

Hello?

- Uh, do you have a minute

to answer a few quick questions

regarding our survey...

uh, against cancer?

- I guess if it's quick.

- It will be, ma'am.

Um, what is the annual income

of your household?

- I'm not comfortable sharing that.

- Well, is it above 150,000?

- Yes.

- Well, do you consider yourself

a happy person?

- God, yeah, sure.

As much as anyone.

Hiya.

- Um... uh, just one final question.

Wh-what do you think

the end of the world will look like?

- Who you talking to?

- What?

Barry, is that you?

- Is that Barry? Hang up the phone.

- Barry, are you okay?

- Hang it up. Don't call back here--

- Everyone is worried about you.

Just tell me if you're okay!

- Hang it up!

- Hey, Mr. A., um...

I really like your new hair.

You look like Brad Pitt.

- Jenny, would you close the door

after you?

Thurston, I need to have a word.

Go ahead and have a seat.

- Okay.

- What do you know?

- Excuse me?

- Do you know, or not?

- Ab... about your hair?

It looks good.

- You don't know, do you?

I've been having sex with Caroline.

- What?

- I'm screwing her?

F***ing? Banging?

Whatever it is you kids

call it these days,

that's what I'm doing to her.

- Uh--

- See, the thing is,

she never even really liked you at all,

anyway.

It was just that we needed a cover.

I-I know it's... it's terrible

and I'm sorry.

I know what you're thinking right now,

as well.

You're thinking,

at the bottom of your heart,

you knew it was too good to be true.

Well... turns out... you were right.

Yeah...

- Right there.

Huh?

- Yeah, it looks good. One more.

- Okay. Look, here's a black one.

- It's nice.

- Kinda cool.

- This?

- Yeah.

Looks like an 8-ball.

- Here.

Hey, Thurston.

- Get out of my house!

- What?

- Get the f*** outta my house!

No, don't touch me!

- What's happening?

- How could you do it?!

Why would you do it?!

- Thurston, it's over.

I dumped him for you.

It's over.

- I don't care.

Just get outta my house, you slut!

- Don't you f***ing call me that!

- Language, people!

- She's been cheating on me

the entire time!

I've just been a cover!

- Is that true?

- Yes, but it's...

No, not the whole time!

It's over.

- Oh! I don't need

your f***ing excuses!

Just get the f*** away from me!

- Oh, I'm so sorry, Enid, I was just...

... trying something stupid.

- Ah... I think you better go.

- Could you, um...

... tell Thurston I'm sorry?

- Okay.

- Bye, Lily.

- Yeah, I tell ya,

this serial killer guy?

He's got it all wrong.

I mean, you wanna know

how I'd kill someone?

Just stab the f***er with an icicle.

Wham!

Right through the heart.

Where's the evidence? It's melted.

Murder weapon's water.

It's, like, 80% of the human body

and like two-thirds

of the earth's surface

and it just ended your life.

And you didn't drown.

Holy f***ing sh*t,

it's the get-along gang!

I was about to finish the cake myself.

What happened to you, man?

You f***ing pimp, dude.

- No. No, I'm... I'm not doing it.

I'm not doing it.

- Come on, man, you need to...

you need to be--

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