Perfect Life
(Saw whirring)
What the f***?
What the f*** happened
over here?
Sh*t!
Sorry, Mr. Parsons.
What are you doing, dude?
You haven't paid your bills
in three months.
It's out of my hands.
You don't have to do
jack sh*t!
Come on,
just give me another break!
I'm just doing my job, man.
You are just another
f***ing a**hole!
Have a nice day.
F***ing sh*t!
It's one thing I hate,
is warm beer.
Hey, listen, maybe I can give
a little donation
to the Electrical
Worker's Ball.
Just pay your bill, sir.
F***ing d*ckhead!
What's wrong, Dad?
They shut the power off again!
Just go and get
some power, boy!
What do you think?
Four thousand
nine hundred square feet.
Seven bedrooms,
four and a half bathrooms.
Hardwood floor, Italian marble,
Jacuzzi, tennis courts.
I think
I'm going to like it here.
Do you play tennis?
Are you alone?
Where are your parents?
Beverley Hills,
Rome, London.
Who knows?
Lucky bastard.
What are you doing?
Redistributing the wealth.
Well, I call it stealing.
You do not need to worry about
what I'm doing.
You need to learn
to mind your own business.
But it is my business.
You can't just
walk onto a person's property
and expect them to--
Look, kid,
be a good neighbour,
or I'll kick
your f***ing ass!
MAN:
Jack!
Coming, Dad!
(Honking)
MAN:
Jesus! F***!
F***!
F***!
Pull the f*** over,
Jack!
I have had enough!
I want out!
F***!
Can't lose, can't lose.
Can I get a little
"Amen" on that?
Look at the f***ing road!
It's a self-fulfilling
prophecy.
No, it's not!
It's a f***ing death wish!
And I'm not planning to die!
Would you please turn on
the f***ing lights?
Jack, will you please, please
put on the f***ing lights?
I'm driving
by sound here, man!
What?
How drunk are you?
Relax.
It is an old bootlegger's trick.
I know this road like the
back of my f***ing hand, okay?
F***ing left or right?
Put your hands
on the f***ing wheel!
Right, right, right!
It's a left!
Put on the lights, Jack!
Winner!
Jesus Christ!
(Moaning)
The train
is in the station!
Choo f***ing choo!
(Moaning)
Hey! I hope we didn't
keep you up, man.
Oh, no, no, no.
I slept like
I was in the womb.
Jack.
Jack, those are mine.
These are my shoes,
man.
Oh, Vera, if I put
anything else up my nose,
I'm going to end up like
that chick from Fleetwood Mac.
Anne said
you're pledging Veritas.
Shh.
It's a secret.
She said you told her.
Kings of funny hats.
Same bullshit, different
secret handshake, silly clubs.
No, no, no.
Mickey Mouse has the silly club.
These are key men.
Where are you going
so early, man?
I wanna see Anne
before class.
Class.
Yes, class.
Save the wisecracks
for Bristor.
Give Professor Bristor
our best.
That's my towel.
Treats for my peeps.
You do it yet?
Veritas isn't just
some fraternity.
These guys
end up ruling the world.
Presidents, senators, lords!
(Sniffing)
Look, I'm going to go
look for Anne.
Mark, pump him so full of drugs
that he does exactly what I ask.
MARK:
If Jack gets in to
these trust fund pricks.
I can finish off
a shitload more of my stuff.
Too early to process
your bullshit.
Class. Class.
Class!
I know why they chose
Donald Hallford.
He symbolizes everything
that is wrong
with the United States
of America.
You have any thoughts on how we
are going to move this f***er?
He probably weighs a ton.
Got steroids?
No.
No, I got some homemade acid
that will make you feel
like Superman.
There is a 40 percent chance
you might have an aneurysm.
Class.
No, f*** class!
I can teach you
everything you need to know!
MAN:
I hope you have all studied,
because Professor Bristor
is going to get to the bottom
of your thoughts on philosophy.
And even Mr. Parsons.
Since we have not seen or heard
from you since fraternity week,
maybe you would like to expound
philosophy of the Greeks.
The Greeks believed
that it is neither a short life
nor a long life.
There is only the life
that you have.
And what kind of life
do we have, Jack?
I quote Aeschylus:
"The life you were given
is the perfect life."
If you work with it, it has got
its own shape, its own arc.
It's perfect.
Ah, that is quite an original
take on the text, Jack.
But what happens when this
perfect life comes to an end?
Death is not the end
to the Greeks.
They see the soul or person
inhabiting the body
as a sort of a pilot.
Tacitus even said that some men
are born posthumously.
Do you know
what occurs to me, Jack?
If you were to stay away
from the parties,
you might even
have a brain.
Who gives a f*** then?
About what?
About what we do
in this life,
because the next one is going
"Call no man happy
until he is dead!"
"Lay not treasures
upon the Earth!"
"Love, seek it not itself
to please,
but build a heaven
in hell's despair!"
Thank you, Mr. Parsons.
That was William Blake,
for those of you
scoring along at home.
So if that is the end
of today's outburst--
Well, this is all
just practice.
What does anything matter,
like coming to class?
Well, none.
Except that then
maybe finally
of this college!
I can take away
your perfect little life.
Of course, according to Tacitus,
I'd be doing you a favour.
Are you threatening me?
No, of course not, sir.
All right,
you have got your papers.
Let us start.
I can't lose.
So you are thinking about
going into medicine?
Sure.
I could lose an entire weekend
in my dad's medicine cabinet.
Where the hell do you think
you are going?
Relax.
It's a shortcut.
Shortcut, my ass!
I'm going to spend
all the money I can,
which my family has made
over the last 300 years.
Are you serious?
Cross my heart and hope to die.
Yeah?
And also marry Anne,
and make her my princess.
I'll get my girl
once I get my Benz.
Oh, and my 911 Porsche
with 33-inch tires.
A Ferrari...
Your dad is going to have to mow
a million lawns for that sh*t.
Shh!
There she is.
(Dance music playing)
Oh, boy.
Word around campus is that
a couple of fraternity pledges
were spotted diving off
the roof of the Chem Lab
into a nearby dumpster.
Crazy kids.
Their parents
must have given them peyote.
I understand Freddy's need
to submit himself
rights,
but I would assume
that you would mock
that sort of behaviour.
You should know,
my dear sweet Anne,
why this is important to me.
Freddy.
I'm going to class,
but I just--
about rethinking
this whole fraternity thing.
Plant all you want,
but my fields are barren,
as far as growing any kind of
deep thoughts are concerned.
The sad thing is that
you might actually mean that.
I can't get
a read on Anne lately.
She seems so distracted.
I need to make my move,
you know?
I need to do something
so bold
that it will be impossible
for her to ignore.
Well, sh*t, man,
what's the rush?
It has only been, what?
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