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good for another couple of days,
I have something in this bag
that you might take a shine to.
Shall we?
Except... where are we going to get a
"whip-it cracker" at this time of night?
Olde Un.
I have an idea! "Andiamo!"
Kirsten, sh*t! What's up?
We've come to party, earthlings.
You brought a friend, it's...
Lynn, right?
Didn't I give you a lift home
from Mojo's the other night?
"Absolutement!"
Can I get you ladies anything to drink?
I got some stones in the fridge.
Hells yes!
That's pretty awesome...
they're not cold or nothin,
but they're pretty expensive,
so...
...here you go.
Is he going to be OK?
Yeah, he's fine. That's just
Brantly,
just f***ing passed out drunk.
Ever since he got this disgusting
nipple piercing at Dreamcatcher,
it's like he won't put his shirt
back on for nothin', and...
it's like he's showing off his f***ing
engagement ring or some sh*t.
Check this out, hold on.
What the f***?
Motherf***er!
You can't stay in there
forever, man, I live here now!
F***, man!
What the f*** you crazy b*tches
want?
We brought "whip-its"!
actually.
Hey, I'm sorry I called you all
you saw that f***er put hot
sauce in my sh*t!
You know what would really help that,
actually? Some fresh aloe vera.
Yeah, well, you know what would
be really good?
Some nitrous oxide in my lungs
and brains, "yo. "
Okay, you got a "whip-it
cracker"?
Oh, yeah!
Sweet.
Oh, sh*t. Balloons!
We got some balloons leftover
from Dawson's birthday party!
Yeah, I know how to treat the
ladies.
So, Brantly, you know my
friend, Lynn?
What's up? I'm Brantly.
"Avec plaisir. "
What, are you from Mexico or
some sh*t?
Hey, you guys ever seen, like,
mixed martial arts fighting?
I'm into that sh*t, man, I
f***ing rock out, man...
What're you doing? Give me that.
Bunch of amateurs!
Show you how it's done... show
you how we do it!
Oh! It's cold, it's cold.
Why, thank you madam.
Dude. I'm f***ing flyin', man,
like...
Come to Kirsten!
I want my wings!
Oh my God!
You all ever go out to the
country, like, late at night,
and like, listen to bullfrogs
and sh*t?
Man... they talk to you, dude.
God damn.
Hey, Kirsten...
...do you remember that weekend when
we went looking for the red fern?
It was because we'd both just read
"Where the Red Fern Grows"...
...and I borrowed your dad's
hacksaw from the garage
because we thought that if we
cut down the red fern,
we would be rich for the rest of
our lives?
I know.
On the way to Columbia General,
though, your mom...
...have I told you this story
before?
We were speeding down I-70...
station wagon...
was over in the right lane,
and it was kind of wobbling, like
something was wrong with the tire.
And all of a sudden, it skidded
and hit the shoulder...
ran over the grass, and just
plunged into...
...into oblivion, I guess.
But, your mom... I remember
your mom,
I looked at her and I said, "Mrs.
Reister, shouldn't we stop?"
She just looked at me and she
said,
"no, honey, we have to get you
to the hospital. "
And just kept driving.
Really? With all that blood and
everything?
So, but... you said she was
good?
She and my dad got a divorce right after I
graduated school and moved to Columbia.
I'm sorry, I didn't know.
Where does she live now?
I can't remember.
Don't you talk to her?
Oh, you know, I honestly doubt
she wants to hear
that her daughter is a drunk-driving
f***-up with a suspended license
and $30,000 worth of credit
card debt.
Last call. Any takers?
They're all mine.
You know what, guys...
it's times like this that you really start
to learn stuff about life, you know?
It's like... you can finally
get a handle on sh*t, you know,
everything's so hard everyday
and then...
...suddenly, it's all better.
Holy sh*t! Kirsten!
Whoopsies.
No, Kirsten, don't! Because
you're going to...
Damn!
God!
Oh, man. That ain't good.
Okay, stay right there, okay?
Lynn?
Oh my God, Lynn. How bad is it?
What the f*** is going on in
here?
Kirsten, this doesn't look so
good.
Damn. You got to get that b*tch
to the ER, "yo. "
Seek medical attention and sh*t.
No!
We walked here!
You can just use my bike!
Todd!
Todd!
I need to borrow your car.
Todd!
I'm so embarrassed I want to
die.
Lynn, I don't know how many times
I have to ask, but please...
Just, you know, don't talk!
It's going to be fine!
No it isn't, I can't afford
this sh*t! Just please, just...
turn around and take me home,
okay?
Maybe we could just call
your Aunt Barb, you know?
She's always been cool.
No! You can't do that, please!
We don't have to tell her what really
happened. You could just...
tell her that you ran into a
door or something, I don't know.
Please don't, Lynn. Just promise
me you won't do that, okay?
Do you take Discover?
Um, hi.
Is this Kirsten's Aunt Barb?
Kirsten Reister. Yes.
Um, I'm a friend of your niece's, you
probably don't remember me, but I...
I'm here with Kirsten right
now, we're at the hospital...
no, she'll be fine.
She just had a little bit of an
accident, and...
no, no, she'll be fine.
I was just calling, actually,
because I was wondering if...
maybe I could get your credit
card information
and give it to these nice folks
here at the hospital?
Yeah.
No, no, you're right, it...
it doesn't seem sketchy,
doesn't it?
Yeah, you know...
maybe you were right, maybe we
should just get out of here.
All I want, Lynn, is just a big
Band-Aid for my face.
Please!
It's really starting to clot...
...I bet that it's going to
scab in a couple of days, and...
in a week, or in a month...
you'll look great!
It's bleeding through a little
bit, so...
I'm just going to get that guy.
Okay, that's better... right?
It's a little bit better, right?
You know what?
I'm going to call you tomorrow.
And I'm going to stop by.
Feel better, okay?
My life is over.
You look pretty "beat the f***
up" there, Kirsten.
Seriously, what happened?
Um, I think that... if I'm not
fired already, I quit.
No, no... listen.
We're concerned. I'm concerned.
We just want to know...
Can we all just please act like none
of this ever happened ever, please?
I have to go.
Kirsten?
Come on. Open up, I can smell
you!
Okay. I was just kidding. Open
up.
Seriously. Open up.
Where is my f***ing phone?
Hello?
Kirsten?
Oh. Hi. Aunt Barb.
Well. I'm on-line looking at flights into
Lambert. I'll probably just end up
getting a rental car at the airport.
And if you need me to...
No. Please, Aunt Barb! Please,
please don't do that.
How do I get a call like that and
not want to come and see you?
There's just really no need for
it.
What do I have going on that's more
pressing than being your Aunt Barb?
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