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pretending to be hot sh*t

when in reality

just a couple of young brats

looking for attention.

Sowing your wild oats?

Consider my sown.

Let me see.

You were a groupie,

and you're still

married in Greece?

You're a published writer

and now professor?

Don't forget I'm sharing

a day in the park

with the most amazing

guy I've ever met.

Come on.

You f***ed rock stars.

No. I f***ed

C list rock stars.

You're a great guy, Justin.

I wouldn't be here freezing

my ass off if you weren't.

Won't you let this

great guy take you home?

Hey, come on.

Tell me about the girl

you almost married.

You don't want

to hear that sh*t.

Yeah, I do.

I told you about

my crazy past.

You tell me about yours.

There's not much to tell.

She got tired of me.

She got tired of you?

Well, you were

engaged to an idiot.

Of course,

who would marry me?

A**hole.

Okay. Fine.

Don't tell me.

You wicked woman.

You're gonna

make me feel bad?

No, I'm just gonna pout.

It's up to you whether you

want to feel bad or not.

Okay, fine.

We were engaged and planned

on marrying when I got out.

Right before my last rotation,

I had two weeks off.

She told me she

couldn't take it.

I wasn't the guy

she loved anymore.

That was it.

So she gave me back

the ring, and I went

back to war.

I'm sorry.

No, she was right.

I wasn't the same guy.

I never was much,

but at least I was happy.

I wasn't a wreck.

You'll get there again.

You've got me.

I'm not going anywhere.

This morning, I got

an e-mail from my buddy.

Two of my guys

died yesterday.

It was an ambush in

the middle of the night,

around three in the

afternoon our time.

Same time I was

interviewing for a job at

Dairy Freeze, my guys died.

I wasn't there to protect

'em because I'm here.

Doing what?

What the f***

am I doing here?

I'll never be

that guy again.

Sorry.

John, I'll let Paul

know that you called.

Okay, great.

Thanks. Bye.

-Hey, Justin.

-Hey, Maggie.

Just seeing if

you have my check.

You didn't get

it yesterday?

No, and I haven't had

a shift in a few days.

Okay.

-Here you go.

-Thank you.

-Have a good weekend.

-You, too.

-See you Monday.

-Okay.

You got your I.D.?

Hey.

You just get here?

Yeah.

I just got here.

Nice, nice.

You good?

Drunk.

Hey, you need a shot.

You need a shot.

Bartender, bartender.

Can I get a couple

shots of whiskey?

Yeah.

Do you good.

Thank you.

-Yeah. No problem.

-Right on.

Cheers.

Down the hatch.

Down the hatch.

Hey, play some darts.

One of these nights,

we'll have to go camping,

I'll show you how

to get the fish.

-Hey, Petey boy.

-Hey.

Look what the cat drug in.

-How you doing?

-Justin, right?

Nice seeing ya.

All righty.

You gonna play?

You any good?

-I've played before.

-Right on, let's play.

Good. I'm tired

of beating this guy.

All right.

New guy goes first.

Loser buys

the next round.

Who's the next contestant

on "Buy Us Beers.

Oh, sh*t.

Uh-oh, Petey.

Looks like we got

ourselves a ringer.

You owe me beer.

All right.

I'll take the challenge.

All right.

Get ready for

this good stuff.

-Yeah. Oh man.

-Whew.

Oh. He's actually hitting

something for once.

No, not that time.

You want to buy me a beer

and end the game now?

Think I'm gonna

lose still?

Just getting

warmed up, man.

Let's do this.

He's gotta take

a lot of warming up.

Let's go, Matt.

What you got?

-He's got nothing.

-I got this guy beat.

You got nothing.

Come on.

Don't screw up.

Oh.

-Uh-oh.

-Better luck next time, right?

It looks bad for you.

I got an 18.

Consistently bad.

It's all right.

Bad for you.

A bad bridge.

Here you go.

Yeah, buddy.

Thank you.

To victory and

beating Pete's ass.

Beating Pete's ass.

Nice. You give lessons?

He might want some.

How'd you get

so good, man?

I had a lot of down

time in the service.

You're a soldier?

Marine.

Dude, you never

told me that.

Yeah.

Dude, dude.

GI f***ing Justin.

Everybody,

we need to toast.

We need to cheers for him.

Everybody, a true

American hero

just got back from

fighting for our country.

Nice, but I'm not a hero.

Oh, dude.

Justin, GI Justin,

you got to tell me.

How many of them sh*t

stains you kill over there?

I don't know.

A lot. It's my job.

A lot?

What do you mean a lot?

How many?

A lot.

So what's it

like over there.

I mean, is it crazy?

Yeah, it's crazy.

People die.

It's like I just came

home with a bad leg.

What happened

to you over there?

A grenade or something?

A bullet.

Anymore f***ing questions?

No, man. Sorry.

F*** you, too.

Aw f***.

F*** you.

Michael McMillan just

strolls in 20 minutes late

and spends the entire rest of

the class on his cell phone.

I swear. These kids don't

pay attention to a damn thing

unless it's a text message.

I'm gonna start giving F's to

anyone I catch f***ing around

with their cell phone in class.

I mean, what makes

these academic brats

think anything they do

is so amazingly important

that they must text back

and forth about it all day?

I mean, whatever happened

to internal thoughts

and self-reflection and

letting your mind wander?

That is why

you are so great.

Hey.

You okay, baby?

Yeah. I'm just having

one of my days.

That's all.

Well, after this

hopefully edible dinner

that I'm screwing up,

I've got a desert

to make you forget

about all that stuff.

Get back in

that kitchen, woman.

Ooh, play nice.

So, um, I've been

thinking about

how much I love

having you here

and spending time

with you and just how safe

I feel when you're here.

I want you to

move in with me.

Live with you?

Yeah, plus it

would be easier.

We would have each other.

Thank you.

It really means a lot to me

to know you're here for me,

that you're willing

to take me in.

I wouldn't

just take you in.

I want you here.

You've got to stop

seeing yourself that way.

Get that through

your thick head.

You love my thick head.

I do. I love them both

even though this one

is a pain in the ass.

Um, I still have a lot

of crap to deal with.

Let me think about it.

Okay?

Okay.

Let me get back to

dinner before I burn it.

F***!

-Jesus Christ.

-Sorry.

Sorry. Didn't mean

to startle you.

Oh.

I heard you were up

and wanted to see if

you were okay.

Yeah.

I'm fine.

My stupid head is just

filled with so much crap.

You're not stupid.

You're gonna

get through this,

and no matter what,

you got me.

Why? What do you want

with a f*** up like me?

I want everything

about you.

You don't know

everything about me.

What I've done?

Trust me, you don't want me.

How do you

know what I want?

You think you're

gonna scare me off?

Yeah, actually I do.

Well, I'm not as

fragile as you think.

You don't know me.

You're gonna hurt me?

Huh?

You're gonna hit me?

Come on. I can take it.

I love you.

I love you, Justin.

You're just gonna leave?

That's it?

What the f***, Justin.

Where are you?

Come in.

-Hi there.

-Excuse me, sir.

I'm here about the

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