Models Page #8

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Get lost.

Hey, what's wrong with you?

You're in my car.

Will you stop pawing me?

You're sitting in my car. F*** off.

Yeah, I'm getting out. Calm down?

Can I finish my cigarette?

Please Oliver, drive me home.

No. I'm not driving you home.

You drove me out here.

So?

You drove out here too.

Will you stop it. Look at me.

We drove out here together,

you said you would bring me home.

I did not.

Will you stop it! Listen to me.

You're driving me home.

It's nighttime, you lousy bastard.

No way.

Drive me home.

I'm screaming for help.

Drive me home.

No.

I'll report you.

You bastard, drive me home right now.

No f***ing way.

I apologize, now will you drive me home?

One more time, cool. Can we clear this up

normally, like normal people?

Please, it's nothing personal.

It's just... I wanted...

Do I have to justify why it didn't work?

Are you such a total macho prick

that I have to justify myself?

Get out of my face.

What are you talking about?

Your problem is you can't take your drugs,

you bastard.

F*** off.

Maybe you shouldn't shoot up, a**hole.

Stop it you're hurting me!

Should I burn you, or what?

You know what will happen.

Then toss it out.

You toss it.

I can't. You'd give me a smack.

Will you drive me home now?

Then let me out, a**hole.

What's wrong? Let me out!

What, are you crazy?

You some kind of psychopath?

You aren't normal.

Are you going to let me out?

What now?

Are you driving me home or letting me out?

Don't look at me like such an idiot!

I've got pimples everywhere.

Oh god. I like you so much,

you know that, don't you?

Your hands are ice cold, Gernot.

So?

It's uncomfortable.

I mean, you could have warmed them up.

What's wrong with you?

What are you acting so stupid for?

Yeah there's that stupid laugh.

Forget it.

Come over here.

Your hands are ice cold, Gernot.

They're taking someone like you away.

Stop it,

I get so scared when you get that look.

I'm sorry Gernot, but I hate it when you

get that look. You scare me.

Stop pointing at me with your beer bottle.

Go piss off, okay.

Just go...

I already went, before I met you.

...and piss off this instant. Okay?

Are we a little prudish today?

Always.

You didn't see it did you.

You didn't see it.

Close the refrigerator or we'll have

to pay more for the hotel.

Well...

Doing it with you

and all wasn't as great...

as you promised it would be.

You don't have to get all

depressed about it.

I know a good psychoanalyst.

I'm sure you do.

How is someone like you supposed

to survive without one?

This isn't normal.

You should laugh more.

You get more out of it.

What did you say?

Let's drink to that.

And I tell you...

Back...

gammon.

No, I'll tell you something:

Go fish.

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