Remember Me Page #2

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-Tyler...

-This is messed up.

-l'm gonna go.

-Tyler!

-Let's go...

-Lauren! Where are you going?

-Come here!

-Don't walk over there.

-Get off me!

-Lauren!

-Get off of me!

-Oh, my God!

Get off of me!

Come on, now! Right now!

Hold him down!

No, l really think that it's done.

-lt's not bleeding as much.

-Here you go, ma'am.

l hate New York!

Listen, Officer, those two were with us.

They were just trying to stop it.

Leo. Cut those two loose.

Curly, turn around.

-Anything in here gonna stab me?

-Nope.

Get out ofjail free.

You're very, very lucky my partner

is on a tear.

-How about you two?

-lt wasn't us, man.

-Take a hike.

-That scumbag kicked my car!

-Shut up, genius.

-Eat sh*t, wanker!

All right! That's it! Everybody's going!

-What? You're bloody shitting me!

-Come on!

-Hey! Hey!

-They attacked us!

These two didn't do anything.

-lt was everything was these a**holes.

-Hey, star witness, shut up!

What are you still doing here?

This is bullshit. These two guys

were just walking across the street.

Well, Mr. Hawkins,

what makes you think l give a sh*t?

'Cause you're a cop.

-You're supposed to give a sh*t.

-You hear that, Leo?

That's a great relief to me, Mr. Hawkins,

to know that you're on top of the situation.

Now, go home!

-Take a hike, fellas.

-Why don't you...

What...

Hey, pretty boy,

you ready to grab your ankles?

Come here, sweet potato.

You can have your call now.

No, l'm good. l'm good.

Don't worry about it.

-You all right?

-You're good?

You're good?

Okay. Now, thank God you're good.

'Cause l wouldn't want you to get upset

about anything, like being in jail.

l wouldn't want you to worry about that.

You want to tell me what you were doing?

l would like to know. You wanna tell me

what you wanted from that cop guy?

Nothing. lt was just a messed-up situation.

l mean...

Yeah, l'll say.

lt was frigging stupid, is what it was.

These guys, you know, they're just pussies.

You pussies!

That's great. That's good.

Okay, Green Hornet... Lantern.

A**hole!

You know what? You might actually

be having a nice time

not matriculating in school.

But l actually would like to graduate.

lt must be nice living

at the bookstore by yourself

with all your stacks of books and all that,

but, see, l actually plan on having a career,

and a wife, and a girlfriend,

and, l don't know, a divorce

and a mid-life stalking episode,

and erectile dysfunction.

-Little b*tch!

-Shut up!

-F*ggot!

-A**hole!

-So l will thank you, as a friend...

-Shut up!

...to keep your complexes

and your nihilistic bullshit to yourself!

-Did you just say "nihilistic"?

-Yeah! All right? l got it off a cereal box!

Hawkins. Hall.

-Oh, you...

-Yeah.

l called your dad. Sue me.

-Good boy.

-We didn't do anything!

Hey, nice to meet you.

ls she looking for a roommate?

ln the city?

Really?

Hey, l gotta go, but l'll call you back.

Okay. Bye.

So, what'd you tell me

you were gonna do when things got tight?

What, breathe?

-Did you?

-l did. l'm breathing right now.

-Who was that?

-Marie.

Oh.

-How is she?

-She's good.

Mrs. Lippman's gonna drive me.

No. l'll drive you.

Hey.

This drive is too long.

You know you can't smoke in here.

Why do you have an ashtray?

lt's a bowl. lt completes the room.

Good morning,

Hawkins, Stevens, Jacob.

This is a bowl?

-Well, l'm sorry.

-Tyler.

l guess it was just here to tease me.

-Hey, Janine.

-He's ready for you.

-You okay?

-Yeah.

-Really?

-Yeah, l'm fine, Janine.

You look like hell,

and you smell like beer and cigarettes.

-Thank you.

-You want me to lie to you?

Try not to give him a heart attack.

l only came to see how much it cost.

l'm gonna pay you back.

-How much what costs?

-The lawyer.

Ah.

That lawyer, Tyler, costs $450 an hour.

Oh, for Christ sake.

Tell me about it.

l just wanted you to know

that l didn't call you.

lt wasn't me.

You could do worse

than have a father who bails you out ofjail.

That's not even...

l don't want to be bailed out of anything.

l'll get an invoice from Janine.

Hey, Michael,

remember that Greek myth you read to me

about the god who banished

all his children to the underworld,

and how his youngest son,

to get even, castrated him with a sickIe?

It's a IittIe excessive, maybe,

but I get it.

You're so weird.

Caroline, we have to go

to surgery right now.

What did you do to your face?

l had a horrible threshing accident.

-lt was horrible.

-lt was so horrible.

-The worst.

-You're so retarded.

Hey, l got you something.

This is my favorite book, ever.

Michael used to hit me over the head

repeatedly with it until l read it.

lt's about all these gods and goddesses

who go around acting jealous and petty,

and otherwise like regular human beings.

-lllustrations are pretty cool.

-Yeah. These are cool.

Thanks.

Uh...

-Where are we meeting Mom?

-The Guggenheim.

What's up with these girls?

They think l'm weird.

Sometimes l sort of space out.

What, when you're drawing?

Yeah. Other times, too.

Mademoiselle Fleishman had

to snap her fingers at me a lot today,

and everybody laughed.

They all think l'm a freak of nature.

Mademoiselle Fleishman.

Ma petite soeurette, une freak of nature.

French toast.

What are you gonna tell Mom

about your face?

-"l finally found something l'm good at"?

-Really?

-l have a class now.

-l know.

-Are you listening? l have a class now.

-l know

by all numerical measurements,

l didn't pass.

But l was hoping that maybe you could

give me a grade on my trying-to-pass,

my commitment to effort. lt's...

My commitment to commitment. You know?

l don't... Look, l'm not... l mean...

-Patricia. Can l call you Patricia?

-No.

l... Life is about people and...

And it's about what people put into people.

And l wanna put something into you.

And l... Not... l don't wanna...

l won't put anything into you. l just wanna...

You look great. l love that jacket.

l will... l will say you're an angel, Patricia!

An angel!

He has got a daughter!

-Who's got a daughter?

-The cop!

The cop that busted your face all up.

He's got a daughter.

What do you want me to do? Kidnap her?

Of course not!

We don't have closet space for that.

Just introduce yourself.

You know, go on a few dates. l don't know.

Be your charming, gentlemanly self,

and then flip the script on her.

-What's "flip the script"?

-Screw her brains out.

Make her call you Daddy, l don't know.

Just steal her panties

and sell them on eBay,

or post them on her high school's

home page.

l don't know. Just be creative.

Yeah, you should be incarcerated

just on general principle.

-l was incarcerated. You might remember?

-Yeah.

You tell me you don't wanna get back

at this a**hole, and l'll drop it.

Where's the trash?

l don't wanna get back at this a**hole.

-Just meet her.

-l don't wanna meet her.

-She's cute.

-l don't care.

-You're meeting her.

-No, l'm not.

-Yeah, you are.

-No, l'm not.

Are, too.

Look, just meet her.

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