Havoc Page #3
what are we gonna do?
Oh, Dopa Yume...
Ha ha ha! D-Do...
- Dopo Yume?
- Yeah.
I love them. They're so dopo.
At the Roxy.
Ha ha ha ha!
Let's go downtown.
Oh, yeah. That worked last time.
No. OK, you know that was
just Toby trying to be all hard.
There's a monetary zone
of geography...
which we're not allowed to pass.
No, OK, you know what?
F*** that. There's a whole
different world down there.
There's nothing new here,
the same old boring sh*t.
I mean, come on, Em,
you were there last night.
That was so f***ed up!
Didn't it make
your stomach feel good?
- Let's do it.
- OK.
OK?
- OK.
- Let's do it.
- OK.
- OK. Let's go.
Bye!
Say something.
OK, you know what?
I, for one, would just like
to voice an opinion...
that this is crazy wack.
I just had to say that.
Oh, my God.
- Oh, my God!
- What?!
That guy's getting a blow job.
Ha ha!
It's not f***in' funny, Allison.
Shut up!
Oh, my God. Stop here.
Aren't they the guys...
- Yeah.
- Hey, Allison.
Allison...
I got your back.
Want something?
Uh... yeah.
No, I don't...
Um... no.
I don't know.
Not really. Heh.
What are you smiling at?
I'm just, um... smiling.
What are your friends
smiling at?
I think they're having
a nervous breakdown.
Oh, hi.
Hey, let's go, homes.
This is good.
Invite 'em to the party, homes.
Nobody's gonna kill us.
Yeah. They're going to kill us.
Some stupid ass white p*ssy...
and I'm horny
like a motherf***er.
Boo!
- Aah!
- Aah!
Ha ha ha!
Ha ha!
You guys wanna come
to a party or what?
Yeah.
Hey! Whoa. Thanks.
This is so f***ing intense.
No, it's just family.
You're welcome here.
Hector!
Yo, Hector,
we got a situation, man!
I'll see you later, OK?
- You guys.
- What?
- Relax.
- No, I'm serious.
OK. Let go of my arm.
Hey, you rucas
want some tequila?
Do I get to eat the worm? Ha ha.
rale.
S, bueno.
T hablas espaol?
Un poquito.
- What's she doing?
- Ohh!
Oh, my God. Look at that.
Please don't...
Al! Please don't...
- Right now.
- Go!
You guys, we should go!
Sasha!
Hey, move, homes.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Drinkin' that, man?
- Hell yeah, homes.
Oh.
Hey.
- Hey.
- What's your name?
Thanks. Um, Amanda.
- Amanda.
- Mm-hmm.
Thank you.
You want to smoke rock?
Mm-mm. No.
You and me, man.
It is f***ing brilliant.
You think I look hot?
Emily, you always look hot.
You're just saying that.
Oh, bullshit.
Girl.
Hmm. Would you f*** that guy?
Yeah. But he'd f*** you
in a second if he could.
Heh.
I think I'm gonna
go talk to him.
All right. Well, do it, honey.
But no dancin'.
Because it leads
to the hard stuff.
- Get your ass over there.
- OK.
Hi.
- What's up?
- Nothing.
- What's your name?
- I'm Emily.
- Damn, Emily...
- Nice to meet you.
Ha ha!
Salud.
Ooh. Ha ha.
Any new business on Virgil,
homes?
Virgil? No.
You know, we still have the...
you know, maybe...
we still have a couple of taxes.
Hey, Amanda. Come here.
You know, feeling young
and being cool and...
Hey, what's up?
You guys like hip-hop?
Hey, ese, that's my homegirl.
Hey, don't talk like that.
- I'll be right back.
- What's the matter, ese?
Hey, Em, sweetie,
OK, I think we'd better see...
about getting the girls
and gettin' home, OK?
OK.
Sorry.
Hey, I'll be right there.
Hector... thanks.
I'm Allison.
Hey, check it out.
I was gonna move this party
to a motel...
- the Alvarado.
- Mm-hmm.
That's bad, girl.
What's that face
you got right there, huh?
It's not even like that.
It's just a place
where we party, you know?
I got a friend
who gives us a few rooms.
Kick back.
Nobody abducted your ass so far.
Thanks for letting us chill.
Yeah. Hey, don't forget, OK?
Alvarado Motel,
just south of 12th Street.
I can't believe
we just f***ing did that!
Yo, Alli's always on tip.
That was so much more fun...
than giving some rapper
a blow job at Jerry's Deli.
It was hot!
Ha ha ha ha!
Do you want anything?
No. Thank you, though.
Yeah.
We don't talk so much as
leave clues for one another.
I'm not a latchkey kid.
I have latchkey parents.
So, uh,
are your latchkey parents...
the reason you decided
to join a gang?
Oh...
poor little rich girl
needs the gang...
as mi familia. That's funny.
Someone once said
friends are just God's way...
of apologizing for family.
How can I complain?
If I say one word, it's, like...
"Look at your life. There are
people starving in India."
There are people starving
in Santa Monica, you know.
I thought they take them
downtown to starve.
All I'm saying is, you know,
that's not an excuse.
I'm not making excuses.
Hey, you don't have
I'm just interviewing you.
I'm not getting angry.
Let me ask you something.
Hypothetically...
is it... possible...
that all... this...
being attracted to me?
Heh.
Maybe. I don't know.
Oh, I think you do.
You're a smart guy.
You just don't know
if I feel the same way...
so...
you're playing hard-to-get
in your guy way.
It's so dishonest.
Have you noticed
that when you get serious...
you stop talking all, you know,
street and dope and sh*t?
Step, muthafucka!
I'm kickin' it old school.
A big shout-out
to all of your Gs in the house!
Yeah, dawg!
Heh.
Oh. Oh,
but you don't like that...
all street and dope and sh*t.
Oh, God. Um... OK.
How's this?
The Grateful Dead, dude.
Uhh ha ha.
Oh, we had the kindest Humboldt.
It... it...
Mmm.
I found God. Heh.
I can be lots of people.
I can be like you.
Hmm.
Gee, Dr. McConnelly, your...
position on cultural ethics
is fascinating...
and really applies
to the post-Clinton era...
in American politics.
I... just...
I just can't wait
till I'm old enough to vote!
Allison...
do you want to be
a different person?
Do you want to make love to me?
No, seriously, though.
Isn't this what all the clothes
and the talk...
you know,
isn't that what it's all about?
No, seriously.
Do you want to f*** me?
I'm just trying
to get to know you here.
And you're acting
like a porn star.
Oh, God, my nipples are hard!
Oh, God! Oh, God!
Oh, my God, Eric.
Eric, hooking up with you
would feel so good. Ohh...
Do you ever take
anything seriously?
How do you know
I'm not taking this seriously?
Ha ha!
Because this is
a f***ed-up power game.
Games are fun.
Could... could you
cover up, please?
Well, that's great footage, huh?
That'll really get
the math team going.
Yeah. Thanks.
You know...
What?
It's nothing.
No, Eric.
What were you gonna say?
Come on, I don't want
to hurt your feelings.
You're gonna hurt
my feelings? Heh.
Come on. Say it.
No, it's just...
You're one of the loneliest people
I've ever met.
What you doin' around here...
looking all homegirl and sh*t?
Oh, yeah? Wow.
Here I am, trying to look
like I got the money...
and you're tryin'
to look like me.
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