School for Scoundrels Page #4
Roger!
Sure you're okay?
Yeah. I'm fine.
I just pass out sometimes.
Happens, you know?
Nice picture.
That's perfect.
Is that my wallet?
What kind of license is this?
I- It's a C-1.
It's mandatory for operating
a parking rover.
C- Can I please
have it back?
That is sad.
Becky, please.
Can I get you
some water or something?
No. You know what?
I really should
get going.
You guys have done so
much for me, and...
I... I don't want to be a
bother anymore, you know?
Yeah, but are you
still dizzy?
I- I don't want you
to take another fall.
No. I'm so used to it.
It happens so often.
Um... Um, but...
there's this thing
I wanted to ask you.
Um... do you want to go
have dinner Friday
night with me?
Well, that depends-
if we go out,
are you gonna face the door
the whole night, or...?
No. I can face you.
Then, yeah, Friday it is.
Really?
Are you sure?
Want to talk me
out of it?
No...
You're right, I-I
should get going.
Thank... thank
you so much.
Yeah, okay.
Um... thank you.
All right.
Th-Thank you so much.
Bye.
This, um...
wine is really good.
Mine is very tasty, too.
Good.
So where did you say
you were from again?
Keep whistling, I'm
gonna bite those lips
right off your
goddamn face.
Sorry.
Cindy,
stay in the moment,
honey, okay?
I'm sorry, what was that?
I really like your hair.
It's...
Wrong answer.
Excellent.
Okay, now who can tell me
what Eli did wrong?
Walsh.
He complimented her.
Correct.
He complimented her.
Which is one
of our rules:
no compliments ever.
Okay, let's review.
"Always get the girl alone. "
We work one-on-
one, people.
You separate the
prey from the herd.
Next.
"Lie, lie, lie some more. "
Yes, until you have
something real to
offer, you lie.
You lie about
everything.
Yes.
What if you're looking for,
like, you know,
a real girlfriend?
Can we please just get
everyone laid first?
I swear, if one of you
gets an handjob out of this,
I'm a miracle worker.
Okay, Cindy's ready for
another date. Who's up?
Come on, faggots!
Who's next?
Yeah, you know how it is.
I think I can do some good,
maybe volunteer
for five hours a week.
And then, all of a sudden,
it's a full-time job,
making exactly
zero dollars a year.
Ah, I'm sorry.
I'm babbling.
Shut up.
No, no, it's okay.
It's so funny-
Sorry?
Oh, I mean, that's something
we have in common.
You complain a lot?
No, I mean...
the, um, volunteering.
I volunteer at
the Big Brothers program.
Ah, no way.
Yeah, in fact, I'm kind of
the top brother at the place.
All the kids look up to me-
it's pretty cute.
That's great, Roger.
someone like you growing up.
Really?
Yeah, uh, it's just...
my father walked out on us when
we were little, and, you know,
it was especially
hard on him.
Right,
right, right, right.
Yeah, I can relate to that
in a big way.
You can?
Yeah.
Um...
'cause, you know, my...
my father walked out on us, too.
Wow.
Hey, you okay?
Huh?
Oh, um... yeah.
I'm fine.
Yech.
Yuck...
- What?
- Can't look.
That. It's the worst.
Who wants to see
your dinner...
alive ten minutes before
you're gonna eat it?
It's gross.
Huh.
You know what
they say?
That when you
boil lobsters,
you can actually
hear them scream.
How sad is that?
d Set me free, little girl d
d All you got to do is
set me free, little girl d
d You know you can do it
if you try d
d All you got to do
is set me free d
d Free, free d
What's up?
d Set me free, little girl d
d All you got to do is
set me free, little girl d
d You know you can do it
if you try d
d All you got to do is d
d Set me free, free d
d Free, free d
We got to go.
Why? What happened?
Nothing. Get your coat.
d Set me free d
Taxi!
d Oh, set me free,
little girl... d
Ah, the East River.
Every lobster's dream.
Go north, little man.
It's only 400 miles
to Maine.
What?
Just you.
Careful.
You're supposed to
be my shy neighbor.
Since when do you
do things like this?
Since always.
You just never really knew me.
Yeah, I guess I didn't.
Wow.
My head's spinning.
You're not gonna pass out
on me again, are you?
No. Seriously.
Everything's spinning.
I might be allergic
to some of those weeds.
I feel a little dizzy.
Uh, maybe you're
just a little drunk.
No.
That couldn't be it.
Oh, my God.
Have you ever been
drunk before?
Please. Are you kidding me?
Try, like, every weekend,
ever since I was 11.
Whoa, whoa!
Okay.
Keys. Can I have...
Hey, hey.
Can I have the
keys, please?
Come on, come on.
Nice. Thank you.
Ow!
Ow, ow!
Okay, okay.
Yes, bed!
We made it.
Yes!
Thank you so much
for coming.
Can I get you anything?
No, I'm okay, I'm okay.
You sleep.
Oh, man.
Hey. Hey.
Look into my eyes.
We're not
spinning, okay?
We're very, very still.
Yeah.
I have a question.
Do you think I'm a lion?
What?
Do you think I'm a lion?
You know...
Um...
do you want
to be a lion?
Yes.
Very much.
Then, yes, you are a lion.
Now go to sleep.
I had a nice time tonight.
Hey, Amanda.
I totally love you.
Okay, that's nice.
Good night.
d Yo, yo, the dog is here d
d Where the hood, where
the hood, where the hood at? d
d Have that
in the cut d
d Where the wood at? d
d All them acting up,
where the wolves at? d
d You better bust that
if you gonna pull that d
d Where the hood d
d Where the hood,
where the hood at? d
d Have that
in the cut d
d Where the wood at? d
d Oh, them acting up,
where the wolves at? d
d You better bust that
if you gonna pull that d
d Yo, yo, yo, yo-yo, yo-yo d
d Yo-yo, yo, yo-yo d
d Don't know
what it's gonna be d
d Messing with a dog like me,
D to the M d
d To the X, last I heard d
Hell you doing here, boy?
Oh, hell, no!
Those are my sneakers.
What?
My standard-issue New Balances.
You're wearing them,
and I want them back.
Whoa, whoa.
Look, I got this.
- Nah, nah, I'm getting him.
- I got this.
I got this.
You got to shoot him, right?
You're right.
My bad.
How about instead of your shoes,
I give you a standard-
issue beat-down
in front of all
these nice people, huh?
The boy done slipped
and fell into a pile
of ass-whupping, y'all.
You're not understanding me.
Nobody steals my sneakers.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,
hold on a minute.
Did you say he
stole your shoes?
Yes, ma'am.
You told me you won
those shoes at a raffle.
I- I did.
It was a different
kind of raffle.
Wasn't nobody else
there but me.
You're lying.
Give him back
his damn shoes
before I beat the
black off you.
Mama, not in front
of all my people...
Shut up.
Don't make me
start praying, boy.
What the hell
you want to wear
meter maid shoes
for anyhow?
Don't you have
any self-respect?
Lawrence was
there, too.
He shot...
Get your behinds
home now.
Ms. Washington...
Now!
Yo, that's embarrassing.
Punked out. Yo, B.
Excuse me, do
you work here?
Sorry?
I told you-
the man's a genius.
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