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Everyone in this church.

- Thanks for coming today.

- Nice preaching today, Reverend.

- Good to see you.

- Yes, sir, you, too.

This is my sister's son, the one I was

telling you about. Ren MacCormack.

- Ren, Ren, welcome to Bomont.

- How you doing?

- We are so happy to have you with us.

- Thank you.

I think you're gonna like

Bomont High School.

In fact, if I'm not mistaken,

the graduating class this year

is the biggest in the school's history.

Hey, Roger! Come on over here!

How many seniors

we have at Bomont High this year?

- About 220, give or take a dropout.

- Roger's the school principal there.

- Hello.

- Wait... Do you play football?

- 'Cause we really need a good kicker.

- Ain't that a fact!

But, remember, if you're gonna play

for us, you gonna have to stay clean,

keep out of trouble. I heard you

already had a run-in with the law.

You what?

I don't know how it is up in Boston,

but down here we have rules

against playing music too loud.

You're kidding me.

He got popped for playing music?

Ariel! I want you to meet my daughter,

she goes to Bomont.

You're going to need a friend

on your first day.

This is Ren MacCormack. He'll be

attending school with you tomorrow.

- Hey-

- Hey...

- Hey, Dad?

- Yes, honey?

Rusty and I have that

science project due tomorrow,

we're going to be working on it pretty

late. I was thinking I'd stay over.

- Is that OK?

- On a school night? Is that necessary?

Rusty! Don't you think

it's gonna take us all night?

Sure. At least.

- I guess it's fine, right...

- Thanks, Daddy. Bye, Mom.

Come on, let's go.

And with two laps to go,

the leader is car number 44,

Chuck Cranston!

Coming around the last turn

on the final lap...

We have a winner!

In the number 44 car,

it's Chuck Cranston

crossing the line first

for the checkered flag!

Let's hear it for Chuck!

Yeah! He just won!

Yeah, baby!

Yeah, baby!

Today's late-model division

two-time champion, folks.

Go up there, you get that flag and

get that cute ass out here right now!

Come on, now!

Hey, what are you doing?

Come back here with that!

- Ariel, what the hell are you doing?!

- Hammer down, baby!

Oh, yeah. Come on, now.

Chuck Cranston! I don't care if

your daddy does own this track,

you've got to get her out of here!

You can chase me down, old man.

Chase me down!

Get back here! You're going to

get yourself killed out there!

Once again, ladies and gentlemen, your

late-model division two-time champion.

Let's give it up for Chuck Cranston!

Thanks for coming out to the

Cranston Motor Speedway.

- Rusty!

- We hope you had a good time.

Rusty, I'm talking to you!

You know when you're watching

the news, and you see someone

- get killed doing something stupid?

- God, this again?

I don't want to be that stupid friend

who just stands around watching.

- He should never let you do that!

- So you're just going to leave me?

Me?

Leave you?

I don't know what's going on

with you any more.

Ever since Bobby...

- I guess I'll get my own ride back.

- I guess you will.

Yellow flag.

Yellow flag.

Baby, why we got to go so fast?

You want some choirboy

to put a promise ring on your finger?

You're not gonna find that with me,

preacher's daughter.

Stop. I get that from everybody else.

I don't need that from you.

I thought it was real simple

with you and me.

Yeah?

I'm your man.

You're... you're my rebel child.

I'm not a child.

Prove it.

Shut the door.

Shut the door.

Go on.

Are you going to pout all day?

Look, I already said I was sorry.

It's Monday. Everybody gets a do-over.

- You love me!

- I know I do!

Isn't that that new kid

my mom introduced me to at church?

Sure is. He's cute.

- You think everybody's cute.

- I know, but I think he's cute.

He dressed up for his first day

of school. That's so cute!

Oh, my God, Rusty. Come on, let's go.

Did you see his tie?

I like it and I'm going to tell him.

- That's a nice tie.

- Rusty.

Hey, I mean it!

Don't let anyone tell you different.

Thanks, uh...

- Rusty.

- It's Ahriel, right?

It's Ariel.

- Ariel.

- Very good.

Hey. Watch where

you're going, little guy.

- Sorry, man. I didn't see you.

- It's like driving.

Stick with the

flow of traffic, numbnuts.

Maybe if you weren't wearing

all that camouflage, I could see you.

You should get one of them orange

vests so hunters don't shoot you.

An orange vest? I don't wear orange.

I'm not a Tennessee fan.

I'm a Georgia Bulldog.

Where you from? You talk funny.

I talk funny? I talk funny?

You should hear you from my end.

I'm from Boston.

Massachusetts?

- It's in the United States?

- Yeah, I read that somewhere.

What's up, man? I'm Willard.

- I'm Ren. MacCormack.

- Nice to meet you. Let me see this.

Literature and Composition.

That's this way. Follow me.

People give you sh*t

about that tie yet?

- Nah, but the day just started

- First group, on your mark...

Keep that head down! Head down!

I'm gonna smoke your butt, man.

- You think so?

- I know so. Your butt's getting smoked.

Come on, Willard!

Go get your water.

Warm it up in your mouth.

Two swallows, hit them monkey bars.

- You're looking flushed, Willard.

- My cheeks are naturally ruddy, man.

Ren, this is Woody, our team captain.

You don't gotta salute him.

- What's up, man? Nice to meet you.

- How's it going?

Last year, varsity made it to regional.

They bussed us down to Alabama.

The excitement never stops.

- You haven't been overseas?

- I've been to Alabama, if that counts.

No. It doesn't.

I went to Russia two years ago

with my gymnastics team.

It's kind of a sister city

thing with Moscow.

Yeah, Russia... I don't know if I

dig that. It sounds kind of boring.

Do you know anything

about Russian girls?

I know they range from

bearded to drop-dead beautiful.

Yeah? Well, I can vouch

for the beautiful ones.

Two girls from the Russian team

snuck me out of my dorm room

late night. They didn't have beards.

- They were smoking.

- What were they smoking?

Oh, you mean, like, smokin' hot.

I'm sorry. Continue.

So we go to this club.

The music's banging. It's pitch black.

I couldn't see sh*t, just hot two girls

drenched in sweat all over me.

- We danced all night.

- Great. What'd you guys do after?

Oh, come on. Look, down in the South,

you can't start a story

about a threesome and not finish it.

Come on.

It goes without saying,

these girls are flexible.

They take me into a bathroom stall.

One shoves her tongue down my throat,

the other one's on top. This girl's

a champion pommel horse gymnast.

I'm talking killer

upper body strength. Banging.

She's scratching my back,

she's tearing my clothes off.

And her friend's whispering

in my ear, "Hernnya."

- Her...

- Hernnya.

- Hernnya.

- Yeah.

- What does that mean?

- It's Russian for "bullshit."

Why would she say that?

- 'Cause you're bullshitting me?

- Yup. Yeah.

But we did dance, man.

We danced our asses off.

That ain't right.

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