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- I hope so.

- Well love is love.

But,

just need to give him

a little more time.

- More time, mom?

How much more time?

I mean,

I mean now I feel like I'm

living two different lives.

You know? Like.

I don't know like I'm

two different people.

- Well I don't want

you feeling like you

have to live that way anymore.

You know how your

father can be, he's,

slow to understand

and accept things that

he doesn't know much about.

- Yeah.

- But he does love you.

You know that.

- Mom.

- Well even if he

can't say it to you.

- Mom, the way he

treats me right now.

It makes me feel like

I need to live in this

dark shadow of

something I'm not.

- Oh, baby.

- You think that's love?

Remember how life

used to seem all

fun and innocent at that age?

- Well,

it's just how you look at

things as you grow older.

- Yeah.

- But don't you let

experience take away that

fun and innocence.

Right?

- Yeah.

- Keep those high hopes.

- Thanks mom.

Anytime, sweetie.

That's what I'm here for.

- Let's go you two, we

gotta get cleaned up

and get this little one to bed.

- Come on, dad.

Just tonight with

hunter and his friends.

I wanna have fun and dance too.

- Over my dead body

we stay up tonight

hanging with hunter

and his people.

- Did someone say barn dance?

- You've got to be kidding me.

Hi.

Oh is this real?

- Matt, why aren't you dancing?

- We're in it.

We're all in it.

- I'm Flo.

- You know,

you're the best thing

that's ever happened to me.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- Well.

I'll always be around.

Kid.

- You don't speak?

- Hey hookers.

Come on, let's go.

Let's take a selfie.

- Matt, where are you going?

- Claire!

Come back here.

- K, everybody say

cornfield, ready,

one, two, three.

- Cornfield!

- Did it take?

- Oh sh*t.

It's on recording.

- Oh it's on record.

- Is it on record again?

- Jenny,

lights out, time for bed.

- Okay, dad.

What's all that noise?

- It's nothing, dad.

You're no fun.

- I know.

Don't want you sneaking out.

You hear me?

- No, I won't.

- You better not.

Tuck, tuck, tuck.

Tuck, tuck, tuck.

- Goodnight, dad.

- Goodnight, honey bear.

- Daddy?

- What is it?

- You forgot to

check in my closet.

- Jenny?

This isn't funny, let me out.

- It wasn't me.

Dad?

Dad?

- Gotcha.

- Not funny.

Dad.

You didn't check

under my bed either.

- Really?

You didn't learn your lesson

just now from the closet?

There are no monsters

in your bedroom.

- Now you've got me

even more scared, dad.

Pretty please?

- Alright.

Lucky you're my favorite.

- Daddy what are you doing?

Daddy, please stop.

You aren't being funny, I'm

not falling for it this time.

Daddy?

Daddy?

- Wayne?

Wayne?

Come on, kids.

Is that one of you?

Because I said the house

is off limits tonight.

Come on, hunter,

you know better.

Ow.

Dammit!

Someone is in a whole

heap of trouble.

Wayne!

- Matt?

- I was wondering when we get

some alone time this weekend.

- Yeah I bet you see

infinity in my eyes.

- It's not your eyes

I wanna see right now.

- Oh yeah?

Or shut the hell up

and f*** me already.

- Matt!

Matt!

Hey.

Gordon.

- Hey.

- Have you seen Matt?

- You know,

being here with you like this,

it's like,

back in the day

when we were kids.

It used to be so much fun.

- I know.

Suddenly there is something

serious to do like grow up.

- So,

is everything okay?

- Yes.

- Happy with Matt?

- Yes.

- I don't get it.

Why that douche bag?

- Gordon.

Thank you for always

having my back and

looking over me like

a big brother but,

I'm happy, I'm okay.

- I hate that.

- Hate what?

That I like him?

In his own childish way

I think he's a good guy.

- No, no, not that.

That,

you've never seen

me beyond this,

big brother thing.

- Cause Gordon,

you're my best friend.

You think best friends

make the best lovers?

- Where the f***'s Claire?

- You f***, you didn't

just do that to me.

- Do what?

We just f***ed, relax.

- I heard what you said.

Where's Claire?

- What you think

because we f***ed that

I'm yours for the weekend?

You know how this works.

- Well you don't have to

throw it in my face either.

- I'm out of here.

- You know,

Mr. Killian is screwing with us,

but we're gonna show

cow tipping's real.

- Yeah and I've read

online you can do that

sh*t in the middle of the night.

- Do you believe

everything you read online?

- Whatever.

Alright.

Here you go, baby.

- Oh, mm-mm.

- Just take it.

- No.

- Just a little bit.

- I'll pass.

- Okay.

You haven't had a drop to

drink this whole party.

- I know.

- And we're suppose

to be celebrating.

- Yeah well that's

because I have something

I need to tell you.

- Oh god, please.

No not another,

I wanna try the south beach

Atkins, paleo insanity diet,

rock workout project, okay no.

- I'm pregnant.

- Whatchu talkin' bout' Willis?

- Rocky.

I'm having your baby.

- A baby?

- Yeah.

- My baby?

- No, Willis's baby.

- Who's Willis?

- Shut up and give

me those lips.

- Sh*t, yeah, a baby, uh huh.

I think were gonna

call it south west.

Everybody go oh, oh.

Let me hear you

cows go moo, moo.

Moo!

Moo, moo, moo, moo!

- Rocky!

- What?

- While you're hyping the cows,

I'm gonna be over

there tipping them.

- Oh-oh!

- Yes.

Drink that sh*t, bro.

Yes!

Down in one.

- Hey I like your shirt.

- Yeah?

Thanks.

Yeah it's actually made by a

gay designer from Michigan so.

Yes, f*** yeah.

Drink that sh*t.

Down in two!

Yes!

Yo what the f***

are you doing, bro?

- F*** you, man.

She was lost out looking

for your dumbass.

- You're pathetic.

You think a gamer

nerd like yourself

has a chance of getting

with a chick like this?

- A chick like this, what's

that suppose to mean?

There's nothing wrong

with Gordon, Matt.

- Please.

I've heard the stories.

You've been following her

around the past 12 years.

It's actually kinda sad.

- Don't listen to him, Gordon.

- Shouldn't say that.

- Hey, hey, hey, guys, guys.

Stop, stop.

- Where were you anyhow?

- Me?

Where was I? I was

off looking for you.

Where were you? Off f***ing him?

- Bullshit!

What the hell is she

doing with this jacket?

- Oh my god, what

has gotten into you?

- What's gotten into me?

Maybe I should ask you that.

- You know, Jesus you are

so insecure and jealous.

She probably took it

when I wasn't looking.

- I'm sure this

glitter on your face

is your new look too?

I'm sure this jacket

isn't the only thing

that kept you warm tonight.

- No it was...

- oh you fell on your back,

you must feel right

at home, slut.

- Claire.

Claire, Claire wait.

- Stop.

- Claire?

How did you become so

good at f***ing things up?

- What? I didn't do anything.

She took my jacket.

- F*** you.

- Alright, let's

go, party is over.

Everyone out.

Let's go.

- Lenox, what the

f*** are you doing?

You alright?

- See I told

you cow tipping is real.

- Yeah for 25 freaking cows.

- Hey.

Well you could've stopped

at three like I told you.

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