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Aw!

Guys having fun, huh?

Ha ha ha!

Are you all right?

Yeah. Just...

same old, same old.

I'm glad you came over.

Love you.

Yeah.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

You're too much.

Hi!

- Morning, Daddy.

- Morning, girls.

Morning, Mr. Rubin.

Oh, God, thank you so much

for breakfast...

but I really gotta run.

Allison, have some juice.

OK. Thank you.

Talk to your parents

about Sun Valley.

If you want us to call...

No, no, no, I'll ask.

Thank you. Thanks.

All right. See you later, Em.

Bye.

Bye-bye.

I can't believe someone that hot

is your friend.

Josh. That's enough.

Oh.

Mom?

Mom, Dad?

Hello?

Your daughter's here.

Oh, great!

Thank you, Becky.

Do you need anything?

No. I think we're all right.

- Hey.

- Hi, honey.

Mmm!

- You're early.

- Yeah.

Oh. Cool.

So, are we, uh,

we goin' to lunch?

- Yeah. I'm gonna grab my phone.

- Oh, great.

Doesn't it seem arbitrary...

people having to eat together as

an excuse to have conversations?

You want to just shoot the sh*t?

OK.

So... how are you?

Um... I'm good.

Yeah, I'm good.

Uh... you?

I'm doin' all right.

I'm a little overworked, but...

Yeah, I'm sure. Always.

So, how's Toby?

Dad. Heh.

I mean, Toby... is he still

your boyfriend, or...

Yeah.

I don't know. I mean...

Whatever.

I don't believe

in relationships anyway.

Hmm. Why not?

Is it because of

your mother and me?

No.

What do you think

about Mom and me...

as a couple... our marriage?

How does it strike you?

I just... thought we could talk

about everything.

Yeah. Um... well, Dad...

if you're asking me

should you stay married...

I say yes. Stay married.

Just make sure...

to make love at least once a week

and continue therapy.

Ha ha ha!

Fair enough.

Yo, Toby? Hey, honey.

Come pick up me, OK? Bye.

P.L.C. In full effect.

Well, I foresee another night

of driving around.

We'll get a f***in'

paintball gun...

and head down to Hollywood

and pick off some f***in' tourists.

Yeah, where the B-L-V-D, son?

Where the Hollywood?

Where the real Hollywood at?

I'm talkin' about

the wax museum, nigga.

# Introducin' the Don Corleone #

# Big Don's with canary stones #

# Bounce with Pirellis on #

# Them sawed-off shotguns #

# And pumps

with the safety off #

# My niggas don't flip birds,

we somersault... #

Yo, T, what we doing?

This is what we doin', son.

We're gonna hit up that ghetto.

We headin' east.

Word!

East? Wait, yo, east...

like downtown east and sh*t?

No, east like f***ing north.

Yes, goin' east!

We're goin' to the hood. Ohh...

- Oh, sh*t!

- I'm gonna run on this!

We holdin' it down

on these streets, nigga!

Ha ha. Wait, really?

Are you...

what does everybody say?

I'm tellin' you, east!

East.

East!

- East!

- East!

East, east, east!

Hola, la cabron!

We coming for you!

# Creep on in, on in #

# Whoa, see I'm ridin' high #

# Whoa-ooh #

# Kinda broke, you see me #

# And all I got is five #

# I got five #

# Player, gimme some brew,

and I might just chill #

# But I'm the type that

likes to light another joint #

# Like Cypress Hill #

# I steal doobies,

spit loogies when I puff on it #

# I got some bucks on it,

but it ain't enough on it #

F***in' look at this sh*t!

Those people

are totally doing drugs.

Eeh!

They're lookin' at us.

They can tell

that we're nervous.

Heh heh!

Sh*t. Hey, baby, let's get off

the main street, OK?

We could get busted.

Yes, sir, officer.

Do you think

we should be down here?

Toby?

Definitely off the main street.

What you want, homey?

How 'bout some herb?

How much?

I don't know.

How much for a quarter?

I'll give you 90.

Come on, man. 110.

It's gonna be 110.

That's what it is.

All right.

Ahem. Roca?

Hey, what the f***, man?

You still counting your money

and everything?

- There's 5-0 all around here.

- Here, here, here.

You know that?

Yo, yo, you owe me 10 in change.

Toby, chill!

Let's go.

F***! The f***ing sh*t's light.

Toby.

- Toby. Toby!

- Relax!

I'll f***in' handle this.

Yo, Toby, get back in the car.

- I can handle this.

- Get in the car...

Yo, dawg.

Yeah, this bag's f***in' light.

You better back the f*** up

and get back in your car...

before you get beat down.

Just gimme

my f***in' money back, all right?

You can get

your f***in' bag back.

We're outta here.

All right?

Here's your f***in' bag and...

F***...

Toby?

See? See,

now gimme your f***in' money.

No. She didn't

f***ing do anything.

Take the f***in' money, man,

all right?

We'll get the f*** outta here.

It's my bad.

No sh*t. Get the f*** down!

- Toby!

- Allison!

You don't know

how to f***in' act right.

Ah, f***. Come on, man!

- Yeah.

- Stop. Don't.

Please. Please?

You f***ed this little f***

right here?

Huh? Does he pee

all over himself like that...

when he's with you? Huh?

God!

Does he sh*t on himself,

you wipe his ass for him?

Huh? The f***

is wrong with you?!

Don't you ever f***in'

come around here again.

B*tch.

You know what I mean?

We started swinging...

but my dawg Sammy,

he got my back and sh*t.

It went down fast.

We shook that spot, son.

It was some bullshit.

Yeah, that's...

no doubt, no doubt.

Yo, but for real...

the P.L.C. Will go back

in full effect.

All right?

Ain't nobody gonna be frontin'.

- Yeah.

- Ha ha.

Ooh.

I'm gonna go handle

some business.

Be back.

- Hey.

- What's up, ma?

You OK?

Yeah. You know,

sh*t was insane and crazy.

Yeah, I know.

I'm gonna go back down there...

and find that f***in'

punk ass cholo...

and I'm gonna stick him.

- You know, it's OK.

- No. It's not OK.

All right, Alli?

I'm f***in' hard!

A'ight? Nobody does that to me.

Come here. Gimme some sugar.

OK, um...

I know you're OK...

but... if you want

to talk about it, it's OK.

It's cool.

I don't know. Uh... look...

it's just... it's, uh...

I don't know.

What do you want me to say, Alli?

I...

F***in' cholos got me.

Hey, Toby.

What's up?

But it ain't gonna happen again.

A'ight? Believe that.

Bye, Toby.

OK.

Adios.

Are you OK?

Yeah!

- I know what we need.

- What?

We need a girls' night.

- Yes!

- Yes!

Oh, my God, look at that guy.

He's, like,

"I'm gonna f*** a teenager."

Ha ha ha!

"Maybe your friends, too!"

Would you like another drink?

Oh! Yes, Richard,

I would love one.

Heh. Could you give her

an apple martini?

She's got to be

getting something, right?

She is so good!

She's owning him right now.

Say... I've got some blow.

Oh?

Watch and learn.

He's got his hand

in his pocket.

Oh, quick, get the Viagra!

She's giving him "f*** me" eyes.

"F*** me" eyes right now.

She's so good.

- I'll be right back.

- Take her easy.

You just have to

watch and learn.

She owns him.

Here she comes.

Oh, God.

Right here. Come on.

Ah!

Sweetie, sweetie, look...

All right. I'm way too whacked.

I think he thought I was a pro.

Do you think he thought that,

like he would have paid me?

Oh, my God,

that'll be $1,500, please.

So, now that we're wired,

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