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to you right now. You know what?

You're so beautiful, I think you'd like

my new dance. You like my new dance?

How you like? Thats

what I'm talkin about.

You're a rent-a-cop. You

aint sh*t, motherf***er.

Thats why you're mad. Ill

sign here, motherf***er.

Look. Let me in the motherfuckin elevator.

Right now. right now. Ill kill you.

Chill out, chill out, chill

out. Chill, chill, chill, chill.

Jayne here is gonna

sign us in. roommate.

Oh yeah, she is?

- Okay, good. Okay, good.

Your cousin. Shes gonna sign in.

- Right, right, right, right.

Your cousin. Yeah, okay.

Yeah, okay. Yeah, your cousin.

Yeah, beautiful. - Come on.

- How you like them apples?

Come on.

- Hey, keep the soup.

Hey, when I find him? I'm

gonna rip him a new a**hole.

What do you think about that, huh?

She don't care, Ed.

- Its true.

Yeah, yeah? Well, f***

you then, all right?

Chill out, Ed. Listen,

I think me and Jayne are gonna head

up to her room for a little bit.

What? Little Steve, how about you, man?

Hey. Got a roommate, right?

Thats f***in great. Ooh, thats great.

Thats great. Bros

before hos, remember that?

Bros before hos? It

even rhymes. F***ers.

Scuse me.

Its your world, right?

I just live in it?

I must pee, and then Ill be okay.

Hello? Hey, man, I gotta piss.

You here, man?

Come on, man.

Little Steve, I told you,

I bruise like a peach.

You, you, you. You, you. You

know Coleman like the cooler?

What? - Coleman, like the cooler.

Coleman like the cooler!

Coleman. Yeah, hes a royal dick.

He lives on the third floor, room 315.

Three one five.

- The guy is crazy.

Eduardo, the third floor is

downstairs. Come on, we better go.

Hey, Chuck.

Sorry.

Thanks,

whats, what was your name again?

Marla.

- Marla?

Why don't you stop by my room later?

Actually, you know what?

Don't worry about it.

F***!

Thats not the guy.

- Whatd you say?

You shot me! - I said thats

not him. - He shot me, man.

Should I shoot him again, just

so he wont tell anybody? What?

F*** no, man!

- Go. Go, go, go, go, go.

F***. F***.

Hey. What the f*** are

you guys doing to my door?

Oh, sh*t.

Hey, man.

Yo, what the f*** happened

to you, dude?

How you doin? What you

need, you need smoke? - No.

What you need, drugs?

- I did the drugs.

You look like you did the

drugs. You need b*tches?

And I got b*tches. C Low got flavors.

I got blondes with black hair,

I got black haired blondes,

I got blondes with blue eyes,

I got blondes black eyes,

pistachi hos, strawberry

dickery, butterican pinky

I'm the only motherf***er with hos.

Mocha, don't touch me, I will

smack the sh*t out you, White boy.

Right. - Put your hands to yourself.

So what can I help you with?

I need your coat.

This is the fur of the century,

with more sexual experiences

than Wilt Chamberlain.

This fur means more to me

than most of my b*tches.

Ill give you $300.

And my b*tches don't mean too much to me.

Money talks, b*tch. All right. Put it on.

Yeah, I gotta check it out.

Fix your pants, White

boy. F*** happened to you?

Oh, I'm good.

Yeah!

Get the f*** outta here.

Walk like a pimp, b*tch.

Walk like a pimp, b*tch.

Hey. Let me get this for you.

- I got it.

I'm so sorry.

- Its fine.

Its not fine. I know how

much that meant to you,

and I wanted to be

there. I was on my way.

I know what you were doing.

That doesnt make it any better.

Gracie, Gracie, wait. Please.

- Why?

Look, I cant imagine how

let down you feel right now.

All I wanted to do was be there.

But you werent. Sometimes, it takes

more than just wanting something. Darren.

You're just not who I thought you were.

Gracie, thats not who I...

it was just one day

that I did this, okay?

And you have to understand that.

I don't have to understand it.

Maybe you should get that.

Are you mad at me?

No. Just disappointed. Okay?

I'm sure hell be right here.

Do you think we can put

the hardware down now?

Yeah, we can do that.

Bang!

So, Ill give you whatever

ecstasy he has left.

Ill give you my watch, its a Tag.

Its a real one.

And well call it even.

All right. I think thats equally

beneficial to both parties.

What? Okay, if thats the

way its gotta be, man.

No, I'm gonna shoot him. Like,

just in the foot, or something.

No, gimme, gimme the gun.

F***.

Hey, sorry about

the blood and stuff, Coleman.

Its not mine. No harm, no foul, right?

Right.

Hey, just one more thing, okay?

You gotta blow me.

- What?

You see? He was thinking about

it. Such a fag. Such a f***in fag.

Yeah.

Hey so with that E, can

I get some glow sticks?

You know what I mean, so I could dance?

I heard you sh*t yourself the

last time you went dancing.

Ha, ha, ha, motherf***er, thats funny,

Ill kill you. Gimme that f***in

Dude, come on, seriously.

Easy, were past that now.

Holy sh*t.

Hey, buddy. Did ya have a good day?

What the hell is this?

Look, Darren, I'm

gonna need that E back.

I need it. - Darren, I think it would

be a good idea to give the drugs

to the man who has a gun pointed

at your f***ing head. Don't you?

Thats right.

F***er.

Pleasure doin business with you.

Oh, and one more thing? All right,

now, you gotta blow Little Steve.

You blow Little Steve.

Get the f*** outta my room.

What the hell are you doing?

Packing. Considering I'm not

gonna be here much longer,

I felt I might as well get a head start,

since I can go to the party tonight.

Theres a party? Where?

- Don't you ever stop, man?

Please. Stop whining, okay?

Look, you just had a gun

pointed at your face, all right?

And I don't know about you,

but I could use a drink.

Look, I hope you take offense to this.

Go f*** yourself. What do I have left?

I gave up everything today. I coulda

got arrested, I coulda got shot,

I coulda got killed. I coulda been

gangraped by a large group of Asian men.

Yeah. Its drug dealing.

There are consequences.

I shoulda just got a job. I shoulda

just got a job, or something.

I coulda figured something

out, but no, I let

you bring me into this

world of sh*t today.

Here I am, still leaving school.

- Well, I am sorry for that.

Thats not good enough.

You and your money

and your bullshit. I'm done with it.

All right. All right. Stop. Stop!

Don't put your hand around my neck.

- Then back off. Back off.

You're an a**hole. You know that, right?

Yeah. I'm an a**hole.

And you're the nice guy

that usually gets sh*t on.

That happens to be the

basis of our friendship.

But let me ask you something, man.

I mean, why do you really

wanna stay in school?

'Cause. 'Cause I don't

wanna be a f*** up anymore.

I refuse to let other

people control my life.

I cant. Not anymore.

Well, I'm sure theres at

least one girl down the hall

who would really like

to hear you say that.

No, I'm pretty sure theres not.

You'd be surprised, man.

You know, sometimes people

just need a little shock

to the system to get them to

see whats important, right?

You needed an electric chair.

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