Frat Party Page #3

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- Okay.

- Exactly.

- Oh, God.

- It's going to be so fun anyway.

- Yeah and our dresses...

- I know.

- Our dresses are so pretty...

- Yeah, but he...

The party is gonna rock

and he's gonna make up for it.

He told me he was

gonna kiss my dad's ass.

Oh, he's gonna

have to do that and kiss your ass.

I'm fine. I told him he could go.

- I trust him. I love him. Enough.

- Yeah.

- (phone ringing)

- No.

It's my sister.

- I'll see you guys later.

- Okay. Bye.

- Bye.

- Let's go.

- Adriana:
Hi.

- Is he coming to the family dinner Friday?

- No.

- Adriana, Papa's gonna be angry.

(groans)

You know what? I don't have time for this.

I'll see you later. Bye.

(Mac sighs)

Dude, I'm so glad that you're going to be

coming to our final frat party.

It'd suck without you, bro.

Oh yeah, it feels good.

It's probably the dumbest decision

I've ever made,

but you know what?

Adriana's Dad is pissing me off.

I mean, this is like

my last day of freedom.

Mac:

Right. And you're stepping up to him

showing him that you

can be the man, you know?

That's awesome.

It's kind of crazy, you know?

It's our last party of college.

I'm going to miss you guys.

Mac:
I know, bro.

I'm going to miss you too.

It is weird to think

that it's all over, man.

Real life's gonna suck.

(men sighing)

So...

dude...

you gonna roll over and join me

in a farewell happy ending, huh?

(laughs)

Yeah, dude,

real men

don't do that together.

Oh, okay. All right,

why don't you just lie there

with your own insecurities

and try to keep it down.

'Cause I'm getting

a happy ending without ya.

Okay.

(grunts)

Hey, baby. How about a happy ending

for your favorite customer?

You get no happy ending

because what you did last time,

you bad boy...

Come on, baby,

that was...

look, I was... I was

pent up that last time.

- No...

- No no no, listen listen.

I'll wait, okay?

- I'll wait this time, I promise.

- You never wait last time.

But you be careful this time, okay?

I will, I promise.

Okay.

(Mac moaning)

Mac:

Oh, God, that is nice.

You know, if you...

if you take your top off,

it would really help me

just concentrate more.

Yeah, just...

it's cool, right?

(moans)

Yeah.

(grunts)

Oh ho-ho-ho-ho.

Now, that is nice.

(Mac moaning, laughing)

Mac:

Your hands are cold.

Oh, God, you look so fine.

Your body's so amazing.

And this... this wrist thing

is just good.

Oh, man.

What kind of lotion is this?

It's like self-warming.

Oh! Oh, God!

Oh... oh, yeah!

- Yes! Yes!

- No! No!

- Yes!

- (shouting)

(Mac moaning, yelling)

Oh, I just went.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. My bad.

It's no big, deal, right...

(screams)

- Son of a b*tch!

- Macky!

Oh sh*t, you f***ing...

what is wrong with you?

- (woman laughs)

- Oh my God.

You just threw my sh*t back on me.

That's f***ing disgusting.

Masseuse:

Macky! No more Macky!

You promised

to wait for nappy-Macky!

Where's my nappy now?

Where's my nappy?!

Okay! Okay, listen,

I'm gonna get ready to...

- Oh! Son of a b*tch!

- Duffy:
I'm out of here.

You can dish it,

- but you cannot take the Macky.

- Mac:
Oh f***!

Yes! It's all over my f***ing face!

Are you happy?

You get paid for this sh*t!

Duffy:

Thank you. Thank you.

- You have great hands.

- Can I get a f***ing nappy?

Please?

- (water running)

- What an amazing massage.

- I loved her hands.

- (gasping)

Yeah? F*** an amazing massage.

My sh*t traumatized me.

I'm going to have nightmares about girls

flinging come on me

the rest of my life!

It sucks!

I'm never going back to that place.

Two-for-one coupon, my ass!

You know that girl

was a tranny, right?

(rock music playing)

You know I hate you, right?

You know I love you, right?

Mm-hmm.

Don't f*** this up, okay?

- I won't.

- Mm.

See you tomorrow.

Yeah? You're a jerk.

And you'd better f***ing call me.

(Adriana giggles)

You better drive safe

- or I'll cut your head off.

- (car starts)

(rock music playing)

(neighs)

(sighs)

Adriana! Adriana!

This boy Duffy,

where is he?

The wedding is tomorrow.

Adriana! Adriana!

Papa! I told you

he will be here late tonight. Enough.

# I wanna take you with me... #

(grunts)

# Far away #

# Makes me feel

like you are far away... #

Man:

Aww!

Time out. Come on,

you're throwing me off...

- Shh! Shh shh! Shh...

- You don't have to do that...

- Shh.

- Come here. Hug it out.

- It's okay.

- Jeez.

- We all can't... stop.

- I'm a girl. You don't have to...

- Seriously. Shh.

- You don't have to do it.

- Just let...

- Hey. Go back to your side.

Hey hey, Adriana.

Hey, Stefano.

Didn't realize you'd be here.

- You're looking good.

- Thanks.

Adriana, I invited Stefano here

for your homecoming.

He misses you.

I haven't dated Stefano

since boarding school

and last I checked,

he's dating Michela.

Yeah, we're not dating anymore.

Yeah, l... I actually

put a bag over her head

when we were in the bedroom.

Um, it's kind of weird. She has some

bumps. I'm a little freaked out by 'em,

but it's okay.

Please please,

have a toast with us.

Come have some wine.

Thanks, Papa.

And to my wedding too.

Come come, sit sit, drink.

This Duffy,

your no-good boyfriend,

he's not making a family dinner

so he can go to a party.

It's more than a party, okay?

We're gonna be overseas for years

and he just wants

to say goodbye to his friends.

It's ridiculous.

- I think you should consider Stefano.

- (gasps)

I knew it.

- Michela!

- It's decided.

Adriana, baby,

look, come here, come here.

- Look...

- Oh, God.

It's always been you.

You've got to be kidding me.

You dated my little sister.

I know, but I've always loved you.

That's disgusting, okay?

Michela, say something!

What do you want me to say?

He doesn't want to marry me.

Okay, you know what?

This is insane.

It's not the Old Country

anymore, Papa.

Okay? I'm marrying Duffy.

Adriana, wait up.

Stefano, let her go.

You better get

to the university right away.

- I won't let you down.

- You'd better not.

Now, go say goodbye

to the girls.

Come on. Go.

(distant rock music playing)

Jesus, Stefano!

Get out!

Adriana, I just want to tell you

- I've always loved you.

- Oh, God.

- I've always loved you.

- Stefano, we're not dressed.

Get out.

I'm leaving. I'm leaving.

(giggles)

What do you see in him?

What? Marry him.

F***, Michela!

Shut up already.

(groans)

- (shouting, cheering)

- (rock music playing)

- (shouting, cheering)

- (rock music playing)

Last party of the year, bro.

- Yeah, bro. I hope you get laid.

- Yeah, bro. I hope I get laid too.

- Aw!

- (cheering)

# Ooh ooh ooh #

# Baby #

# I ache #

# Your soul is

so damn beautiful #

# I'm bleedin' out my eyes #

- # Let's say #

- # Ah ah ah ah #

- # One day #

- # Ah ah ah ah #

# They hit us with rocks,

we'll stand on a box #

# And show them

exactly what we found... #

(vocalizing)

You are getting

completely married tomorrow.

- Exactly.

- Thanks, brother.

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