Orange County Page #6

- Who? | - Marcus Skinner.

- I met Marcus Skinner! | - What? Who?

The writer. | He liked my story!

- He liked my story! | - Shut up!

Thats awesome, | but I am going to prison!

- What? | - Some cops are right on my ass.

Listen, Ive been thinking about it. | We are going to Mexico, buddy.

Right now! | Please?

Oh, God.

All right, fine. Were leaving. | But we gotta get Ashley first.

No, Im sorry. | No, thats not in the cards, Broseph.

Listen, shell be fine. | Just forget about her.

Some dudell pick her up | and give her a nice bed to sleep in.

- Lance. | - Okay!

We will go and get her. | But you gotta follow me...

cause I am an expert at "excaping."

Lets go. Fast "excape." | Fast "excapes" are my expertise.

Come on!

Be careful.

Follow me.

Lance, are you okay?

Go get the Bronco, Shaun, | and come back for me.

- Okay. | - Dude?

Promise me, dude.

I promise.

The whole time Im thinking | its the alternator.

My bro says to me, | "No, bro, its the carburettor."

It turned out he was right.

- Would you get in the car? | - Im mad at you, remember?

I know, but can we talk | about it in the car, please?

Hey, you heard her. | Why dont you leave her alone?

Butt out, dude. | Ashley, get in the car right now.

Shaun, apologize to her. | Tell her youre sorry.

Im sorry!

Dude, come on.

Im so sorry.

Now tell her you love her.

Tell her you love her.

I love you.

I love you so much.

Good. You love him. | He loves you. Now get in...

the damn Bronco!

Ashley, now! Now!

Now!

Kip, it was really nice | to meet you.

Get in the car!

What?

Lance isnt gonna be able | to hear anything.

Hes passed out. | Hes not gonna wake up. I promise.

Okay, you dont believe me? | Lance. Lance!

See? Nothing. | Hes out cold.

Like a light. | Come on.

Itll be fine. | I promise, okay?

Clearly, youre not an expert | on negotiations...

so let me walk you through this.

You come in with a proposal | thats over the top.

You want a new gymnasium--

Then I counter with a lowball offer, | like $2,000 for a medicine ball.

- That is absurd and offensive. | - What?

Its offensive, sir. | Stanford University doesnt--

- We already have a medicine ball. | - Youre not hearing me.

- I believe its you whos not-- | - Youre not hearing me!

Drink your milk.

I dont want milk. | I want my poody.

Well, your poodys been retired.

Youre a little big for-- | Where are you going?

What--

You dont want the milk? | Fine. You want some juice?

Yes. Okay.

Go to the fridge, open it up | and get yourself some.

And get some for me | while youre at it.

Youre helpful. | Finally, some help around here.

Hey, guys, whats up?

Hey, whats up, dude? | Hey, dude, check this out.

Last night | we were at this party...

and little Arlo here decides to | profess his undying love for me.

Did I tell you | he was a fruitcake or what?

Thats not true. | This is the real story, dude.

Chad crashed at my house, right?

And I woke up in the night. | He was fondling my--

Dude, I lost my keys. | I was looking for em.

- Do you guys want to come in? | - All right.

- What are you doing here? | - Hello, everybody.

- Hey, Bob. | - How was your trip?

It was okay.

Just come back with an offer.

Well, we dont have to | dot the Is and cross the Ts.

You have your people, | I have my people.

Ill call you back. | My kids just walked in the door.

Hi, guys.

Dad, what--

Mom, what is going on?

Something happened last night.

Your mother and I, we--

Well--

You banged Mom?

Thats not the word | I would use, but...

yes, we came together.

- Are you serious? | - Guess what else we did?

Ive been on the phone | all morning with Stanford.

Your mother and I donated the money | for a new admissions building.

I guess the old one burned down.

We got you into Stanford, Shaun.

- You did that for me? | - Yeah.

Really?

- Yeah, bro, way to go, man. | - Were stoked, dude.

Stanford!

Congratulations, Shaun. | Thats-- That is awesome.

I was just up in my room | thinking about Faulkner...

and wondering if he had left | the South...

would he have ever written a | Light in August?

Or what if James Joyce | had left Ireland?

Well, I mean, he did leave Ireland, | but not in his heart.

Do you see what | Im getting at here?

I dont need to go to Stanford | to be a writer.

All I need are | the people who inspire me...

Like my friends...

and my family....

and you.

So Im gonna stay. | Im gonna stay in Orange County.

You are!

Stanford sucks!

"Dear Mr. Skinner, | Im writing you to say thank you...

for all your words of wisdom.

It took me a while, | but I finally realized...

Orange County | is the perfect environment...

for an aspiring writer.

Today I went down to the beach | with a copy of your book.

I left it there by the water.

Maybe another mixed-up kid | will stumble upon it.

And maybe it will change his life | like it changed mine.

Later, Mr. Skinner.

Yours truly, Shaun Brumder. "

Dude, dont touch! | Im lighting the fire.

It was my idea, | and youre an idiot.

Youre gonna blow off your hand. | Give me the lighter.

Dude, Lonny would have wanted me | to blow up his board, dude.

- Lonny thought you were a tool. | - Lonny thought you were a fool.

- Hey, guys, what are you doing? | - Gonna blow up Lonnys board, man.

- Its gonna be explosive. | - We got so many M-80s.

Its gonna be like | the Fourth of July.

- Dude, what are you doing? | - Im going surfing!

All right!

Come on! Lets go!

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