High Road Page #7
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- Year:
- 2011
- 87 min
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A hand job?
Get in the car, Jimmy.
What... I'm talking...
He said he wants a hand job.
He doesn't want a hand job.
Do you want a hand job?
Yeah. No, he doesn't.
You don't want a hand job.
He doesn't want one. Yeah, I do.
I want a hand job.
Do you have money?
No, you don't.
Yeah, I have money.
Jimmy, get in the van. Van!
All right.
You're bossy.
You are a rude hooker.
So thank you very much.
Okay. See you later.
Why are you
running around with him?
'Cause we're, like,
friends or whatever.
Like butt friends?
No, we're not butt friends.
Next door, room 20.
Room 20. Got it.
Enjoy your f***ing chili dog.
It's a turkey sandwich,
thank you.
Only faggots eat turkey sandwiches.
That's not true at all.
Everybody eats turkey sandwiches.
You're right. I'm sorry.
Unless you're a vegetarian.
Right. F*ggot food.
It's not f*ggot food.
Why is that f*ggot food?
F***ing rude hooker.
She likes everybody.
She's a f***ing hooker.
She said I was cute.
She says that to everybody, dude.
No, she didn't say it to you.
Yeah, she did.
Before you came out.
I don't think so.
What the f***?
What are you doing?
Uh... Wha...
Ohh! F***!
What time is it? I don't know.
Why the f***...
The clock's broken.
I had a... You made me
eat all that turkey,
and the tryptophan
made me have nightmares,
you f***ing a**hole.
Jesus!
I have to go to the bathroom.
All right.
Just hang out.
Yeah. I'm gonna stay here.
What the f***?
I mean, this is a
very dangerous-looking place.
Have you seen
the color of this place?
Pink activates
the violent tendencies
of these perpetrators.
It's the color thing... it
activates... All right, all right.
Speaking of colors,
look for a yellow Duster.
Are you even looking? Not here.
I was looking as we came in the driveway.
I knew it wasn't here.
But I'm hungry, and this guy
might be in here anyway.
You never know.
Hey, man, I'm, uh,
sorry about this.
I was going off a hunch,
you know?
Hey, hey, hey.
That's all you got sometimes.
Some of the greatest cases
have been broken on hunches.
The Zodiac Killer.
Did they ever catch
the Zodiac Killer?
I can't talk.
Let's just get back
on the road.
Let's go. Hey, uh, actually,
I'm gonna take a sh*t.
Okay.
Hey, uh, sorry to bug you.
Uh, yeah, I'm almost, uh...
I'm almost done... pooping.
Let's roll!
Aah!
Hey!
I heard you sayin'
that I can't dance
Come on, man!
I know! Oh!
Get outta the way!
Stop!
Hey!
Come on! Come on! Sh*t!
Aw, come on! My new radials!
Come on! This way! Come on!
Come on! My radials!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Aw, sh*t!
What are you doing?
Trying to go for the tires!
It's a f***ing gun!
I hate you, Jimmy!
I hate you, Jimmy!
You're gonna get me f***ing killed!
Are you out of your mind?
Jimmy's in there!
I was going for the tires!
Just shut up.
That's an '89 Dodge Ram van.
Midnight black, I would say.
Quit saying numbers.
tread on the Firestone tires.
Just remember 1 -2-4-2, would you?
Midnight black.
F***, man.
I cut my f***ing hand
on my knife.
You're totally f***ing up
my exit strategy.
Yeah, you're a liability to me.
I was gonna sneak out of town,
hide out for a little while,
go back and live my life
with my f***ing girlfriend!
And now I got two bounty
hunters chasing me
'cause I kidnapped
a f***ing minor!
You're just pissed
'cause Monica made out
with her f***ing boss
yesterday.
F*** you, Jimmy.
...and you're taking it out on me.
Watch it, dude.
I got it, didn't I?
That's the last f***ing straw.
You're out of this van.
I'm pulling over on the
side of the road. Good.
I'm kicking your ass out.
Thanks, Dad.
Don't call me your dad.
F***ing...
You can drive yourself
to Oakland.
F***ing stupid brat.
Girlfriend making out
with everybody.
F*** Barry.
Tommy, too. Have a nice life.
A**holes don't wanna be
in my band anymore.
Fat idiot. Damn it. Damn it!
Hey! Go away, Jimmy!
What the f***, man? I'm 16!
I don't even have
my f***ing permit!
Figure it out!
You're so f***ing smart all the time!
I can't drive.
You're supposed to be my guardian.
I'm not your guardian, okay?
I never agreed to any of this.
I have to go get reconstructive
f***ing facial surgery
in South America!
I'm no good in the States anymore!
You get that?
I am a big-time drug dealer!
A drug dealer, Jimmy!
I'm going to jail
I'm like the Hulk...
whatever the Hulk guy's name
was when he wasn't the Hulk,
except I don't get
to turn into the Hulk!
My girlfriend's making out
with everybody,
and everybody's
f***ing looking for me!
I'm off the grid now! I'm done!
I am John f***ing Doe!
What...
Was that your phone?
My whole life is...
Oh, my God, dude.
You just threw up everywhere.
Oh, God.
You should probably
stop chewing the nicotine gum.
Oh, my God.
The nicotine can't be
too good for you.
You shoved, like,
six pieces in your mouth.
Oh, my God.
F***, I threw my phone. Yeah.
You should've at least taken
your SIM card out.
F***!
Yeah, foolish thinking, man.
It didn't even do any good.
Ow! Oh, my God.
So much just came out
of your back.
Give me that sock.
This is so humiliating.
So much stuff came out.
Is that Tommy's car?
What?
Hey, guys.
Hi. Hey.
I'm so glad to see you.
How are you?
Hey! Ohh!
This space.
I found out that Fitz
has been dealing a lot of weed.
What do you mean you found out?
I ...
I found out that Fitz
has been dealing...
Okay. You know, okay.
You didn't know
that Fitz deals weed?
Everybody knows
that Fitz deals weed.
Yeah.
He's everybody's weed dealer.
How did you... It's all over the... Okay.
Let's just...
Fitz f***ing farts weed.
He doesn't fart weed,
but he does sell it.
Okay. Thank you.
You didn't see it land?
Well, I mean, I did.
Like this area.
This region, you know?
We're in the right place.
I just don't know...
Should I call your phone?
I turned it off.
What do you mean? You threw it spontaneously.
How did you turn it off?
I turned it off 'cause Monica kept calling
me, and I didn't wanna talk to her.
And plus...
It was actually your idea for me to
turn my phone off. Yeah, I know.
It practically was. Okay. Sure.
This is shared responsibility
right now.
F***.
If it's in a f***ing rat hole,
dude, I'm not gonna...
Oh, sh*t!
Oh, f***! Wait! Hey! Wait!
Stop!
Wait!
Stop! Wait!
Oh, f***! Oh, sh*t!
I haven't told him
that I'm pregnant.
Why would you tell him
that you're...
Whoa. 'Cause I'm pregnant.
You're really pregnant?
Really? I'm really pregnant.
Really pregnant? So f***ed up.
You guys are gonna be
the best parents ever.
Your child
is gonna go to Harvard, law.
See, I'm just not sure that Fitz
is gonna be the best parent ever.
Why? I don't know where he is.
I don't know why the f***
he's going to Oakland.
He's going to Oakland
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