Premature Page #2
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grasp the fact that I'm
already working with someone?
How many people know about your
arrangement with Mr. Hughes?
And I'm presuming
there are others.
Don't shout that witch
language at me!
I'll burn you at the stake.
Move.
Go.
I know what would help.
Okay, take a deep breath.
Okay. I am.
Good. Now go to
the bathroom, hit a
stall, and rub one out to that.
It's a scientific fact that your
blood pressure drops after you orgasm.
It's like your balls are
shooting yoga through your veins.
Oh, no. Is she coming
over here? Yep.
She is. Sh*t. Please
stop talking now.
Hi, rob.
Hey, Angela.
Um, good morning.
Excuse me, Angela. I have
Okay.
So, rob, um, I know our tutoring
session isn't supposed to be
until Thursday, but I was kind
like, an emergency session.
Miss marconi moved the test up.
She's getting a mammogram
tomorrow, so...
Did you say mammogram?
Yeah, how'd you make
it sound so hot?
I was thinking that we could
study tonight at my house.
Tonight? Um, actually,
I don't think I can.
Oh, boo. Really?
No. Not really.
Well, yeah. Uh, it's just, um...
I kind of have plans
I can't change, so...
Do you?
Yes. I do,
have plans.
Maybe, uh, you can study
with Arthur instead?
[ Sighs ]
[ Laughs ]
Oh, you're serious?
That's okay. I'll just...
I'll just fail it.
No, Angela, don't worry.
Rob will reassess his schedule
and get back to you a. S.A.F'ing. P.
Thanks. By the way, rob, that coat
makes you look so professorial.
[ Chuckles ]
She wants to f*** you.
Her nickname is "after
school special" for a reason.
Freshman year, she cured
Mike Dolan's stutter.
Her p*ssy inspired
"the king's speech. "
I just can't just bail
on gabs, you know?
I mean, we watch the spelling
bee every year. It's our thing.
You've been borderline stalking
Angela as long as we've been friends.
We've been friends
since we were 5.
You took time to grow on me.
I didn't consider you
Look, Angela has
sex with grown men.
She hasn't slept with a high-school
student since elementary school.
She's making an
exception for you.
This is too much pressure
for me today.
Okay, well, let me ask you this.
Has she ever invited you
over to her house before?
No, and stop, okay? Please.
Because I am panicking, and
I cannot sh*t these gym shorts.
Ew.
Did he really just say that?
The poem tells of a talking
raven's mysterious visit to a
distraught lover, tracing's he
man's slow fall into madness.
I'll start reading and then we'll
go around the room counterclockwise.
As I recite the poem, look
for the repetition of the word
"nevermore. "
"Once upon a midnight dreary,
while I pondered weak and weary,
over many a quaint and curious
volume of forgotten lore"...
You know, I looked at last
year's yearbook, and her tits
were not that big.
There has definitely been
a cosmetic enhancement.
At least two of them.
Definitely.
When I die, I want to come back
as her top button, you know?
Yeah.
Or a guy who's f***ing her.
That'd be cool.
That would be cool.
Dude, come on.
I have something to add.
[ Knock on door ]
I need rob crabbe to
the main office.
Rob.
Is that supposed to be
the Georgetown mascot?
'Cause you know it's a bulldog.
I can't draw bulldogs.
..."the silken sad uncertain
rustling of each purple curtain
filled me with fantastic terrors
never felt before. "
Didn't Stanley go to
the lost and found?
They only had Capri pants.
Mm-hmm.
Are you my escort?
At your service.
[ Chuckles ]
Oh, I have bad news for you.
Pongsaklek wonjongkam, who is
a boy, by the way, misspelled
"endoradiosonde" in the second
preliminary round.
Are you serious?
Sh*t. I did not see
either of those coming.
[ Sighs ]
Well...
Here we are.
You're gonna nail
it. I know it.
You think?
Yes.
I mean, who can
resist those legs?
[ Chuckles ]
[ Sighs ]
Rob crabbe?
Jack roth, Georgetown
admissions. Good to meet you.
Please take a seat.
to apologize for the shorts.
Some of my classmates thought
bullies.
What was their weapon of choice?
A piss-filled water gun.
Direct hit.
Say no more. I'll pretend
they're pants.
[ Chuckles ]
Look, everything I've read
about you is great, so I'm
really here just to put
a face with the name.
Are those your notes?
Give them to me.
You don't need notes.
Just be yourself.
And it's okay if you don't
know who that is yet.
That's what college is for...
to figure out who you are.
Right? Not what somebody else
wants you to be, but who you...
Really...
Are.
Just answer the
questions honestly.
You're gonna do fine, all right?
[ Chuckles ] Okay.
I see that your parents both
graduated from Georgetown.
Yeah. Both my mom and dad.
They met there, actually.
Uh, some kids grow up hearing
about oz or wonderland.
All my fairy tales took place in
the mythical land of Georgetown.
[ Both laugh ]
[ Crying ]
I'm sorry.
[ Sniffles ]
I met my wife...
At Georgetown, too.
[ Chuckles ]
But then...
[ Crying ] Lupus.
[ Sniffles ]
I'm sorry.
It feels like it happened
yesterday. It was 10 months ago.
I'm just having a moment, okay?
[ Sniffles ]
Yeah, no.
Please, take your time.
No, no, no.
Let's do this.
Let's do this.
[ Sobbing ]
You know who the biggest bully
is?
Lupus?
No!
It's life!
Life is the biggest
bully of them all.
They'll shoot you with a
piss-filled water pistol
again and again and again.
You got to just get
up, carry on.
Smell like piss.
[ Sniffles ]
Life is the biggest f***ing
bully of them all.
I am sorry.
[ Sniffles ]
Whoa!
Detour.
[ Chuckles ]
Oh, lookit here.
It says that you were, uh, part
of the student-to-student
tutoring initiative.
Mr. roth?
was my tutor.
That is how we met.
[ Crying ] Oh, God.
That's how we met.
And now she's gone.
Um...
I have my dad's headband, so...
Thank you.
[ Sniffles ]
Oh.
[ Blowing nose ]
[ Sniffles ]
How'd it go?
He cried.
Somehow I reminded him of the
greatest loss of his life.
There goes Georgetown.
It's not the end of the world.
It's just your dad talking.
There are other schools.
Imagine for one second that
you had any goals whatsoever,
and then imagine if
they didn't happen.
This is exactly why I
don't have goals.
Look, you can still
get into Georgetown.
And if you can't, focus on one
thing you can still get into...
Angela.
You're insane.
She doesn't want to...
non-virgin butterfly.
Let Angela's crotch
be your cocoon.
Hey. Angela.
Rob.
Nice shorts.
Uh, thanks.
Uh, long story.
But, um...
I can tutor you tonight.
Really?
Yeah.
Oh, rob you're such
a life saver.
Oh, I can help you out with
your test, but miss marconi is
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