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Living Will... Page #2
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- 2010
- 101 min
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you were talking to?
Nobody.
Why do you care anyway?
Well, I was thinking
maybe we should start
seeing each other again.
a little better.
I should go.
Ow.
F***, that hurt.
Will!
Oh, that's not good.
- Hey!
- What?
Are you okay?
What, are you retarded?
No, I'm not okay.
Do you want some morphine?
You know what? Just a couple chewable
aspirins, maybe a Q-tip.
Yes, I want some
morphine, you idiot!
I don't have any morphine.
Oh my God.
Do you want anything else?
You are 110% useless.
All right, this is
what you can do for me...
What?
Don't put your penis
in my cousin.
What?
Don't f*** my cousin.
Wait, no. Hang on. I was looking
the other way. I can't hear.
You know damn well
what I said.
No, I can't hear you.
You should just come over here
so I can hear you.
How can I come over there?
I'm practically dead.
You know damn well
you can hear me, Will.
I can't hear you!
There's bombs.
The bombs... I can't hear.
How can I hear you
and you can't hear me?
You're right there.
Of course you can hear me.
I can't hear you.
Say that again.
Don't f*** my cousin,
you dick!
Will!
Will, help!
Will!
Will?
Will!
What are you wearing
cologne for?
Yeah, what, are you going
to the Oscars or something?
Yeah, who do you think
you are...
Daniel Gay Lewis?
He called you Daniel.
Rollo, when I let
Matt stay here,
I didn't know your skeevy ass
was gonna be here every single day.
Two-for-one
special, man.
Supply staying
close to demand.
That's not how supply
and demand works.
And anyway, it's not
two-for-one, because
Maurice over here
has been here every f***ing day.
- Do you think it's gay that I bake?
- Who the f*** is Maurice?
Furbush, you idiots.
Maurice f***ing Furbush.
This waste of space
sitting right over here next to you.
That's Furbush's name?
Whoa. You remind me
of Stephen Hawking.
Oh my God,
Are you cooking pot brownies
in an Easy-Bake oven?
We couldn't get
the real oven in here.
Anyway, aren't you supposed to meet up
with that broad or something like that?
Krista.
Her name is Krista.
She's been here every day
for the past month.
She's got
a sweet rack.
Yeah, a nice
turd-cutter too.
How many of these things
have you guys eaten?
13, man.
You are f***ing
retarded, really.
He was calling you
retarded, man, not me.
Oh, the brownie's ready.
- Hey girl.
- Hey, Cam. Bye.
So this is gonna seem
really over the top,
but I was considering
asking you
to move in with me.
You don't have
Whoa, okay, I haven't even
sampled the milk yet.
Sounds good.
Okay.
The reason I'm definitely
a finer housewife of Cherry Hill
is because I enjoy
spoiling myself.
Did you play hot dogs
and donuts yet?
No, but I think she's
gonna move in though.
Wait a minute.
- Bad move, man.
- What?
Whoa, does that mean
you're kicking me out, man?
No, you're cool for a while,
at least till you get a job.
A job?
Congratulations!
This is cause for a celebration,
the only way
we know how.
I don't know, guys. I haven't smoked
since I had that episode.
So that is why I don't
smoke weed anymore.
Were you talking to us?
Yeah, man, 'cause I was,
like, zoning out... in and out.
No, I was talking to the other two dipshit
burnouts on my couch.
There are other
dipshits here?
Listen, man, it doesn't matter
who's where.
We're bros, all right?
It's all about
having a good time.
Live in the moment.
Be one of us.
It's healthy for you,
sort of.
Okay.
Why monkey around
when you can have
professionals...
Happy birthday, Stacy.
I see you turned 33.
No, I didn't.
Jesus.
What's up,
Brosef Stalin?
Look at him.
He's cute.
This girl's
in my sorority.
Oh crap, here she comes.
Did you tell her
we were coming here?
Of course I did.
It's my birthday.
We're best friends
in my sorority.
Dude, you're
freaking out, man.
You're acting like
you've just seen a ghost.
Stop screaming.
You're acting like a little girl.
Oh my God, oh my God,
Oh my God, oh my God,
oh my God.
Dude, take a deep breath.
Relax. It's me, dude.
Why... why are you here?
and hearing sh*t.
Ooh, you're crazy.
Relax, dude.
It's me. It's Belcher.
It can't be you, can it?
Are you stoned?
When the hell did you
start smoking weed?
Aww.
Did you miss your buddy?
Did you?
Are you depressed?
I'm back, f***er.
Quit being such a fag.
Well, I did it.
I really did it this time.
Really?
Snap out of it, man.
You've got to accept
the fact that I'm a ghost.
Hell, it took me
If you're a ghost,
why can I see you?
I don't know.
You're the first.
I guess you're just special.
So if you've been gone
for a month,
where have you been?
You know how in the movies
they talk about how when you die
you get to float over the top of your own
funeral and sh*t,
see who showed up?
Not so much.
So what did you do?
Well, first I tried
to fly out of there,
but that sh*t didn't work.
So then I jumped on a bus
and I think I got
an S.T.D. From it.
And it was terrible.
Dude, public transportation
sucks ass.
Well, I just realized
and I'm talking to myself.
I'm going to bed
right now,
so you can stay
or go or f*** off.
F*** you.
Good night, imagination.
Wow.
Good night, prickle dick.
Belcher.
Belcher.
What?
Can I talk to you?
Go ahead.
In the hallway.
Come on.
I'll smoke
in a minute, Mom.
What?
Don't "what" me.
What are you doing?
What the hell?
Isn't it obvious?
I'm trying to get some shut-eye
in my own goddamn bed.
I didn't realize I was
gonna be up all night
listening to some whiny broad
piss and moan about being stoned.
Oh my God, you're real.
Dude, I thought we went
through this already.
What are you doing?
Are you joking?
Stop doing that.
Oh man.
Hey, man, it's just me...
regular old Belch.
I know it might seem like
we're in the movie "Ghost"
and it's getting all gay and sh*t,
but it's not like that.
I just want to hang out
like old times.
That's the only reason I'm back here
is to just do this.
It's the only reason
that I can think of.
Don't be all weird, man.
I've got something
that'll cheer you up.
Mm-hmm. Watch this.
F***ing sh*t.
Oh man, there's
something to be said
about the grace of someone falling
There's two types of people in this world,
my friend, two types...
one that's gonna
sacrifice their kneecaps
to save one little piece
of canned good,
but the other...
they're the ones that will
throw those groceries
in the air with gusto
to walk away unscathed.
This one's a thrower.
- Want to get out of here?
- Yeah yeah.
- Let's go.
- Okay.
Come on, Will, you've got this.
Knock it down my urethra.
Right towards my dick.
Oh, eat my puss.
Yo, man, this is bullshit.
You can't make no shot like that.
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