Everything Is Fine Page #3

I'll show you how.

- Is your dad good at golf?

- Yeah, the basement's

full of trophies

from when he was like 30.

Did he teach you?

You crazy? No way I'd play.

Golf's a boring sport for old farts.

But my brother plays.

- Is he good?

- He's really good, goddamn jerk.

- What's he doing now? Isn't he...

far away, like in Iraq?

- Afghanistan.

- Right.

What's he doing there?

What's his job?

- I dunno,

something with terrorists.

They're protecting pipelines,

strategic interests.

I bet they have piles of hash.

For sure, man.

Johnson Poupart.

- For you, golf...

Nicely played!

is it chill?

Do you like it?

Is that what chill means?

What's it mean?

- It means...

- What?

Do you even know

what chill means?

Not really!

It means it's cool.

- Cool?

- Yeah, all those words.

- Great vocabulary.

- Yeah, it's chill. Not bad, man.

Ahem.

I have something for you.

At least they'll be used.

It's really nice, but...

I don't think I can accept.

They're brand new!

Know how much I paid?

That's not the point.

They weren't for me.

I can't.

What'll I do with them?

Bury 'em in the cemetery?

Beat it.

Scram.

Hello?

What are you doing?

- Nothing.

- Are you hanging in front

of my place by chance?

- No, it's just...

Where are you?

I'm on my way.

Uh...

I wanted to apologize

for the other day.

- For the quarry, the diner,

or in the car?

Yeah, that too, but...

Seriously, I didn't mean

to make you freak, okay?

- Look, I just don't want to lose it

cause of someone.

I don't want that.

Come on.

Don't take it that way.

Hey!

It's OK.

I deleted it yesterday.

What?

Sasha, from my cell.

Did you delete them?

No.

It's not funny.

Stop. Listen.

Christ, what a dummy.

Delete their numbers, Josh.

OK.

Hello.

Hi, how's it going?

Hold on a sec.

Yeah, sorry.

Cool!

Who'll be there?

Yeah, I'd like that.

I'll ask him and call you back.

See you later.

Bye.

That was Cath.

She's having a party.

I'll be back, OK?

Sorry.

F***ing line for the can.

- That bad?

I had to go in the bushes.

You making a documentary?

The ravages of drugs.

- Admit you're making a film

about ducks.

Ducks are hot.

Yeah, right.

Yeah! Whoo-hoo!

- Not to bug you wimps,

but the party's there.

- Not to bug you wimps, but I came

to bug you with my attitude.

What's your problem?

- What's yours? Two beers

and you want to get smacked?

Rondeau, for YouTube!

Put that away!

Relax, man!

You've got a problem!

- Get your team

and we'll settle this.

The guy's a f***ing idiot.

Grab me another one.

Don't get involved.

Sure I'll get involved.

- Just get me another beer.

- You're crazy, man.

I'll go get the beer.

I'll come with you.

If we can make it back.

Josh, keep an eye on Thomas.

Don't worry.

Check, dude.

I'm really starting to dig you!

Hey. Hi.

- What are you on?

- Me? Nothing.

So pretty, upside down.

- Hands off, man.

We just don't do that.

What? You're hallucinating.

Want to dance?

Un 23 go

Allez let's go

Amne ton cul

sur le dance floor

Amne tes seins sur le dance floor

Bring it on

Amne tes moves

sur le dance floor

Come on bad boy toutes

les femmes sont sur le dance floor

Let's go get up girl

and hit the dance floor

Don't you stop

I know you got ho

And yes this is what we came for

You want a hahaha

Toc toc on dbarque porte

f*** le lineup

Dress code mon cul

En dedans tu joues du hip-hop

Fouille comme tu veux

tu trouveras rien sur moi

On est pas l

pour faire le trouble

Mais toute la clique est l

Juste au cas you know

nous on est l pour le party

Ya pas de beef

ce soir on veut juste s'amuser

Abuser des femmes

et de l'alcool straight up

Tellement de femmes

ramener faudrait un pick-up

Let's go get up girl

and hit the dance floor

Don't you stop

I know you got ho

And yes this is...

You coming along?

... Get up girl

and hit the dance floor

Don't you stop

I know you got ho

And yes this is

what we came for

You want ha

And make me say

Show girl amne ton cul

Sur le dance floor

Say what

Amne tes seins sur le dance floor

Bring it on

Amne tes moves

sur le dance floor...

Ah...

Oh, damn...

Excuse me.

For the fun of it,

why do I pay for your cell?

- Sorry, man, it was dead.

- Don't call me man.

Every house has a phone.

Your friends all have cells.

You're right.

Go see your mom.

Where were you?

My cell died.

Show me your phone.

Show me your phone!

Do you know how it feels

waiting up all night?

Do you have any idea

how worried I was?

Go to bed!

Who is it?

- It's me. I just dropped by.

I'm making coffee.

Why are you here?

- I dunno, I thought...

- What do you want?!

What do you want from me?!

I don't need another son, okay?!

I have one, that's enough! Go!

Yeah, life sucks.

What did you dumbasses think?!

You haven't seen anything!

Life sucks way more

than you think!

What do you lousy punks

know about anything?!

You!

Ever hit a hole in one?

I did, a par 3, Christ. One shot.

Myrtle Beach in 86.

You don't know anything!

I just came for the clubs.

I'll put it away.

No, give it to me.

What?

- Your parents can get it

from the principal.

- Pfft! F*** you.

- Pardon?

F*** you.

- Go see the principal!

- Hey!

Are you riding me,

you f***ing b*tch?

Huh?

Hey.

What do you want?

The other night...

I really messed up.

You left...

I don't know her name.

Annick Morin.

That's not what gets me, you know.

Settle your problems by sleeping

with Annick, I don't give a f***.

Think you're the only one

those jerks walked out on?

The only one who hurts?

Have you seen Sasha's mom?

No?

I see her every day at the store.

She's dying, get it?

And you think you're hurting?

F***, you're a jerk.

- Listen...

- I don't think you get it.

What happened between us...

I'm not up to it, OK?

Get out of my life.

I'm taking the car, OK?

Here, your crap.

- What is this sh*t?

- It was in the car.

F***, it's country.

- What do you want?

It's my dad's.

- Good sh*t, man.

I just love Gillian Welch.

- Heard it?

- Sort of. But yeah, I've heard it.

- Is there worse than country?

- Johnny Cash.

Are you saying Johnny Cash sucks?

Dwight Yoakam.

Lyle Lovett.

Willie Nelson.

- Willie Nelson?

I'm hallucinating!

He doesn't like the word.

Hey, Sasha, country!

Country!

- Country!

- OK, I like country.

Now floor it!

Country!

Country!

Caleb Meyer he lived alone

In them hollarin'pines

He made a little whiskey

For himself

Said it helped

to pass the time

Late one evening

in back of my house

Caleb came around

Then he called my name

'til I went out

With no one else around

- Whoo!

Caleb Meyer

Your ghost is gonna wear

them rattlin' chains

But when I go

To sleep at night

Don't you call my name

Where's your husband

Nellie Kane

Where's your husband gone

Did he go on down

The mountainside

and leave you all alone

Yes my husband's gone

to Bowling Green

To do some business there

Then Caleb threw that bottle down

and grabbed me by my hair

Caleb Meyer

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