Staten Island Summer Page #5
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- 2015
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Don't f***ing take the syrah.
We didn't say you
could take the syrah.
F***ing genius over here.
God forbid.
You're okay.
It's just a bigger baby pool
with bigger babies.
Oh, sh*t.
Just keep it together, Frank.
Hey, Frank.
Hey. You're on big
pool now, I see.
You know, I've actually been
on the big pool for a while.
You haven't seen me?
That's crazy.
My nickname's "Big Pool".
Yeah. Um, hey. So, can
I ask you a question?
Do you know where we could
get some pot for Saturday?
Pot. I got pot.
I can get you pot. Yeah.
So you have someone? Yeah.
I totally have someone
and you're gonna get your pot.
Awesome. Thank you
so much, Frank.
Ah, you're so welcome.
Thank you
for that sweet, sweet ass.
Damn.
Where the f*** am
I gonna find pot?
Psst.
Mr. Stewart?
Psst. I'm naked.
Help me out, man. I'm trapped.
Come on, man, I'm naked in here.
Help me out.
Give me your pants.
Come on, my man. My man.
Come on. I demand my dignity.
I'm a human being.
God... God damn it.
Whoo-hoo! That was fun.
Yeah, Skootch.
Hello?
The turd is off the toilet.
I repeat, the turd
is off the toilet.
We'll need more time.
Got it.
No, no, no, no.
Wait. No, no. God.
It's dissolving. No.
God.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Man, I love this car.
I got it for the bench seats.
Perfect for blowj*bs. Just...
Are you done?
Blowjibby. Blowjibby.
I'm sorry. We got to go. Yeah.
Hello there, beautiful.
Get the hell out of here.
Come on. I just want some
free chicken fingers.
Why you got to be
so cheap, Dolores?
Cheap? I'm cheap?
I'll give you
something for free.
Screw you and screw all your
jerkoff lifeguard friends.
I'd rather take all my food and
put it in the trash and burn it,
rather than give it
to you pricks. Okay?
All right.
You know what, that's fine.
That's fine.
Because you just lost
this stud's business.
Congratulations.
Business implies you have money,
you delusional piece of sh*t.
F***.
Hmm.
Damn.
Bounce it.
Bounce it. Bounce it.
Bounce that butt.
Oh, my God.
Hey, hey, hey. He's drowning.
The kid is drowning.
Oh. Okay. Oh, sh*t.
He's out there.
Okay. I'm coming.
Okay, okay, I got this.
Go in! Okay.
Get in there!
Go. Go to him.
Save in progress!
Oh, he's gonna die.
Frank.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
- Come here, buddy.
- He's gonna die.
That precious child, get him.
Oh, God.
Save!
Save in progress!
Come here, baby.
That's a save! It's a save!
Save in progress!
My sweet choking boy. Come on.
Oh, God, you're gorgeous. Get out
of the water. You're so beautiful.
Your lungs work?
You're all right?
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. That's a kid boner.
No, no, no.
It's not a kid boner.
I know a kid boner when I
see a kid boner, you freak.
Creep.
What is going on here?
What the hell is going on here?
He's got a boner. A what?
I have a boner, that's true.
But it's about Rachel.
Frank, that's disgusting.
And you!
I'm the manager.
Put some clothes on.
What's wrong with you, perv?
Frank, I literally left you alone
in the big pool for 10 minutes.
How'd you f*** that up?
Rachel saw the whole thing.
It's over.
No, come on, man.
It's not over.
Hey, you know what?
There's always someone
else out there, you know.
Like, what about this guy?
F*** off.
Relax, man. You didn't
blow it with Rachel. Okay?
You just have to do
something to impress her.
Just win her back.
She asked me to buy her weed.
Just find an ice cream truck. I
mean, all those guys sell weed.
Literally, they all sell weed.
Yeah, they all sell weed.
You think they make
enough money to live
off of Choco Tacos
All right, guys.
Regardless of Frank
ruining a kid's life,
I got the keys.
Yeah, and Danny,
we got them booze.
Yeah, and everyone I know,
man, woman, child,
homeless man in ski goggles,
they're all coming to the party.
Now, we can do this the easy way
or we can do this the hard way.
I saw a little hand reach under my stall.
It was a child's hand.
I don't think it was his.
Who do we got here? Which
one of you is Brian Barr?
Hi, Brian Barr.
Huh? Oh!
Okay, let me
follow the little fingy
straight to Wendell.
What the hell, you rat.
Why, you son of
a Wendell's mother.
Why'd you do it, huh?
I'm not telling.
He was just trying to
help the lifeguards.
They're having
a party on Saturday.
You guys are the worst.
Party on Saturday, huh?
Interesting.
Operator, get me the President.
Of the Department of Health.
For Staten Island.
The Departamente
de Health.
Isle de Staten.
Can I help you? Oh, my God.
Get.
Where is he?
Where?
Danny Campbell.
Mrs. Manicucci.
Please. Bianca.
Ah.
Look at you. My God.
You kids are growing up
so fast today.
You have to stay for dinner.
Oh, I would, but...
You're staying.
You're a smart man, Chuck.
Chuck, one. Lifeguards, lose.
That was
awkward.
So,
what was so important
that you came to my house?
Oh, uh...
Well, there was just this...
There's this staff party
that we're having.
It's gonna be this big,
huge party and
I thought that,
since I'm leaving, maybe
it would be fun if you wanted to,
I don't know, go to the party.
Uh...
Danny, that's really sweet.
And please don't
take this the wrong way,
because it has nothing to do with you.
It's just...
I just still see you as that
kid that I used to babysit.
Oh! Yeah. No, I...
Look, I know. I totally get that.
I was just...
It was just a random thought.
Honestly, I was biking past anyways.
Yeah.
Oh, hey. I'm sorry
about my dad, by the way.
He's just a little
intense sometimes.
I'm sure he's harmless.
Good night.
Yeah.
Have fun at the party.
Yeah, I will.
So I'm harmless to you?
Get out of here.
I don't want you hanging out
with my daughter.
I'm not, I promise.
I was just inviting her to a party.
But she doesn't want to go.
A party? What kind of a party?
A sex party?
No. No, no, no,
I don't do sex parties.
You lying piece of sh*t.
I saw you in the deli today,
buying condoms. Six boxes.
I'm not trying to have sex with anyone.
All right?
I've never even had sex.
I've had, like,
three handjobs,
two to completion.
I will never hang out with your
daughter again, I swear on my life.
If I ever catch you
with my daughter again,
they're gonna find little
pieces of Danny Campbell
sprinkled up and down
the Verrazano Bridge.
You got that?
Now get the f***
off my property.
Now.
Piece of sh*t.
Hey, guys, sorry I'm late.
Frank called, looking for you.
Said you were stopping by
Krystal Manicucci's house.
Mom, who is this? Hmm.
This? This is just
a patient of mine
who used to be able to walk.
Until he got a motorcycle and
he wiped out on the freeway.
What's up, guy? How's it going?
Griffith.
Oh, yeah, but...
Yeah. Yeah, listen to your mom.
Motorcycles are...
They're f***ed up. Okay?
I mean, you know, messed up.
Right?
They're bad news, hombre.
Huh? Okay?
It's like, talk to the chair
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