Paper Towns Page #6
- Good.
I'll hold it. Yep.
Nope, we gotta stop.
No, we're not stopping.
Bro! You don't...
Just think about
something else.
Yeah.
Like what?
Like rainstorms.
Or waterfalls.
An exploding bladder.
That is not helping, Radar.
Not helping.
70% of my body is urine.
I'm going as fast as I can.
Not exactly true.
I'm going
as fast as I'm willing.
Oh, my God,
I'm gonna cry pee.
Oh, my God.
No.
Here, pee in this.
No, do not get
pee in my car.
- No, Ben...
Gross.
Hey! Do you want me to die?
Do you want me to die?
Why?
Why are you doing this?
It's so gross.
Radar, it's so good.
Don't say my name.
Radar, it feels so good.
Oh, my God.
Uh...
No!
Grab it!
Guys, another can...
- Take it!
I'm switching,
I'm switching.
Careful!
So gross!
It's nasty.
Yes!
What's happening
back there?
I'm Ben Starling.
Oh, my God.
JPHS marching band.
Oh, my God.
And now, I am
pee-in-the-car champion!
Ben.
I'm the greatest!
I shook up the world!
No!
Perhaps we should make
All right. This is how
this is gonna work.
If we're gonna
keep on schedule,
we have six minutes.
I'm the gas man.
I start the fill-up...
you guys run inside
while the pump is pumping.
I take the credit card
to the guy
behind the counter...
and hold our spot in line.
I pee.
Jesus, dude.
What? I had a lot to drink.
I've got liquids.
Q?
Tortilla chips,
beef jerky, pretzels,
peanuts, Milk Duds,
Twizzlers. Got it.
And definitely,
definitely
get cleaning supplies.
It reeks in here.
Whoo!
You like dragons?
No.
One minute!
Someone
better get me a shirt.
Me, too.
As soon as the tank is
full, I'm honking the horn...
and all of you guys have
10 seconds to hop back in...
or I'm leaving your asses.
Except you, baby.
Aw.
You guys need a bag?
Uh...
No, thank you.
Go, go, go!
Six minutes flat!
Get in, get in, get in!
Yeah. Nice.
I'm gonna need one of those.
Thank you.
Really?
Dude, I just grabbed them
out of a bin. I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
You kidding me?
Last time you're going
shopping for me, Q.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Yeah,
it's better that way.
Coming to your house
Knocking at your door
You mind a sip of wine?
You cool me, cool me down
Do you know me
you know me, you know me
Do you know me now?
Oh
The kid you used to be
Well, I know that
you're still there
I hope you had
a great summer
Mom, I'm sorry.
It was super last-minute.
We're not going
to New York City.
We're going to New York State.
It's way safer.
Just two days. I love you,
Mom. Thank you. Bye.
I hope you
had a great summer
I hope you
had a great summer
I still can't believe
she hasn't called.
They probably don't
have phones in Agloe.
She has a cell.
How do we know that she's
even still in Agloe?
I just do.
I bet she's in the middle
of the Atlantic somewhere.
On some billionaire's yacht.
Maybe she's been
back in Orlando
watching us look for her.
Nope. She's in Agloe.
I promise.
I admire your faith.
It's very romantic.
Thank you. I'm on a mission.
I'm Captain Ahab.
not the hero of that story?
Only because
he didn't succeed.
I don't think that...
Q! Hey!
Is everyone
all right?
I'm okay. Are you okay?
Oh, my God.
You guys okay?
Hey, Ben, you okay?
Hey.
Hey.
Your face is bleeding.
What?
Ooh.
It's not that bad,
It's just...
Thanks.
Thank you. Okay, bye.
All right. It's gonna be
a couple of hours.
All right.
It looks good, considering.
Considering we didn't die.
Yeah.
Yeah.
What happened?
There was a cow
in the middle of the highway.
Cow? It was a land whale.
And Ben, at the last second,
grabbed the steering wheel...
spun us to safety,
saves our lives.
You were
a vehicular ballerina.
I didn't know
what I was doing.
It was the best damn
passenger seat driving
I've ever seen in my
entire life. Thank you.
Yeah, it's what
I'm here for, so...
All right,
now what do we do?
We wait.
all use some rest.
Seriously.
How we
doing on time?
I'll miss
my hair appointment...
but a few hours
won't hurt us.
Guys,
before this week...
that we did
was sneak into Snow Dogs
without paying.
Snow Dogs.
I love that movie.
Remember the time that we
stole your dad's cigars...
then we all smoked them
behind the house?
You couldn't stop coughing.
Yeah. It was gross!
That was disgusting.
I don't think you're supposed
to inhale it. Good times.
Remember that time
when we were all
definitely gonna die
but then Ben
grabbed the steering wheel
and we didn't die?
Pretty awesome.
Thank you. Thank you.
Yeah, I can't believe
it's almost over.
The road trip?
High school.
We hate high school.
He's right, though.
I've been thinking
about it a lot lately.
The lastness of it all.
The last time we'll ever
be together in the band room.
Last time we'll
ever eat pizza
in the cafeteria.
Last homeroom,
last science lab.
These are all terrible,
terrible things.
That we're never gonna
get to do again.
And, like, this stuff.
Hmm?
Well, I'm going to UCF.
You're going
to North Carolina,
you're going to Boston.
We've known each other
since we were fetuses.
And it's not gonna
be like that anymore.
And that's gonna suck for me.
Me, too.
Stop. You guys
are bumming me out.
We can't sleep.
You wanna take a walk?
Sure.
Hey.
Hey.
You cold?
Yeah.
Actually...
I'm feeling like
I'm gonna probably
get some sleep, too.
Yeah.
All right, see you.
Bye.
What was it you
wanted to tell me...
back at Jase's house,
before you puked yourself?
Nah.
It was something
stupid, probably.
I don't know.
I didn't really know you then.
You're not kind of
what I had thought.
What'd you think?
You know...
What?
That you were hot...
and your face...
and torso.
I'm sorry.
Listen, you are all those
things, obviously.
But, um...
You're also pretty cool.
Drive all this way
for your friend,
I don't know.
If you ask me,
someone like Margo
You know?
Would you wanna
go to prom with me?
Yes.
Okay.
Yes.
Okay.
Yes.
Wait,
say that again?
You're really gonna
make me say it again?
Black Santas?
I know. I know.
I know it sounds weird.
It's actually 20 times
weirder in person.
No, I think
it's progressive.
No, you don't!
I do! Santa is a construct.
It doesn't make sense
that he's always
an old white guy.
I think that it's cool
that your parents are willing
to embrace the complexity
of that idea.
every morning...
when I eat my Lucky Charms
with a little
black Santa spoon.
You don't have to speak
Just keep me company
Be mine
Be mine
Be mine
Cool. Thank you.
So long.
Hey.
What's that look
on your face?
What? What look?
You look like...
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