Strictly Sexual Page #8

these phony who wants to be...

...a high-class designer.

- Why do always do this?

Why is that every time

I like a girl...

you say she's no good

'cause of something?

You say it like she's trying

to split you and me up or something.

You know what?

- I think it's the other way around.

- You really think...

that that girl

considers you her equal?

Brother, that girl considers

herself above you.

I'm just saving you

from a painful fall!

My girlfriend's got me buying

every goddamned thing here.

That's wonderful! Or maybe not.

I wouldn't be here

if it weren't for her.

I'm blowing cash

on that dress, this skirt...

Don't even listen to him.

- He can afford it. He's a lawyer.

- Lawyer my ass.

She's got one hand in my pants,

one hand in my goddamned wallet.

- Your illustrious model.

- He's not really a model.

He's actually my personal cabana boy.

Come with me right now.

That's exactly what I'm talking about.

Great. Okay, talk to you later.

Don't be showing up

at my girlfriend's house.

You guys are boyfriend

and girlfriend now?

- That's cool.

- Yeah.

So maybe you don't need

to be stopping by here anymore.

Christi Ann invited me.

You wanna push it?

We'll settle this old school.

What? We're gonna break dance?

Look, sh*t. I forgot

to tell you about him.

Tell him about me what?

I'm standing right f***ing here.

Don't talk about me like

I'm a piece of friggin' wood.

Easy, fella, you don't gotta...

"Easy, fella"? Do I look like a f***ing

horse to you?

Do I have f***ing hooves?

Don't f***ing say "easy fella" to me!

Did you say the word "f***"

enough in that sentence?

No, let me add a few more.

F*** you. And f*** you too!

Let's just all cool out.

- Stanny!

- Wanna try to grab me again, f***er?

- Easy, fella, just...

- Quit saying "easy fella" to me!

- Just chill the f*** out!

- Stanny!

- Don't you lay a hand on me!

- I'm not gonna lay a hand on you.

Didn't even lay a hand on him.

I knocked him on his ass

with my elbow.

Stanny, get in the goddamned house.

And, Damien, you can go!

- I hope you're proud of yourself.

- I hope you're proud of yourself...

using that stupid f***

to get a reaction out of me.

Yeah, go ahead, keep fooling yourself.

At least you're fooling somebody.

- Joe, I'm gonna cum...

- You motherfuckin' sh*t!

Thank you, Joe.

Was that good?

Was that good, Joe?

Do you want me to get you a towel?

Just f***ing listen to me, alright?

You realize what you do to me?

You insist that I throw you down

and treat you like a cheap whore...

'cause it's the only way

you can get off.

Then in daily life if I show

any form of aggression...

or jealousy, you freak the f*** out.

Do you know how confusing it is...

...to be in a relationship with you?

- What we do in the bedroom...

and what we do in our relationship

out in the real world...

those are two goddamned

different things, Stanny.

So just as long as we do everything

the way you want on your terms...

then we'll be fine.

Why do you have to be

so combative with me?

I'm not the combative one, okay?

This is what you do. It's not funny.

You pick fights with me and then

you yell at me for fighting!

I'm not the one who's f***ing

yelling here, okay, buddy?

You instigate me to do sh*t.

Then when I do you get to point out

how f***ed up I am.

'Cause you're so pathetically afraid

I might realize how f***ed up you are.

Oh, I'm the f***ed up one?

I'm the f***ed up one?

Honey, I gotta f***ing hold you down

and call you a whore for you to cum...

and you say I got self-esteem issues?

You know what?

F*** this and f*** you...

because I am not gonna do this

with you, f***ing a**hole!

- I am through!

- Be a f***ing rich b*tch crybaby.

It doesn't affect me anymore 'cause

I'm done back-peddling just so...

I don't notice what a goddamned

psycho you are. You're a head case.

I am not the f***ed up one.

I am not the psycho, okay?

I'm not the one that's hit people.

You should be in goddamned therapy!

You're the one who's f***ed up,

just like your goddamned parents.

- You're just like them!

- Well, I don't have the luxury...

of your rich parents to pay for

your goddamned therapist, alright?

And you know what? All that

money you waste on that bullshit...

I'll solve your problem right now

in three words:
eat less food!

You're a f***ing a**hole,

you know what?

You're a f***ing a**hole.

And I loved you. I did.

I loved you.

I don't know why. I don't know

why I did! I was stupid!

I was really dumb! I'm sorry!

I'm sorry I did this to us!

I did it and I'm sorry!

You gotta go!

- Here we go again.

- No, it's for real this time, bro.

- What happened?

- I stopped thinking with my dick.

No, I take that back.

I stopped thinking with my wallet.

You think if I had a job I'd be putting

up with that bullshit?

I just wanted to sleep late.

I've been working hard my whole life

and I wanted a break.

We got a break.

Now what?

Now what? I'll get myself

a job tending bar at night...

write during the day...

I'm gonna be a starving artist.

Look, you don't gotta come

with me, alright? Stay here.

This works for you.

Doesn't work for me.

Stanny, just calm down.

Just sleep over it. Maybe you'll feel

different about it in the morning.

I ain't gonna feel any different

about it tomorrow, Joe.

Where the f*** are you

gonna go at three a. m?

Bro, just go back to the party.

Go have fun, alright?

Don't worry about me.

Just try and get

some sleep, alright?

So...

I think I'm gonna take

that guy up on that offer.

What guy?

That agent guy. He...

said he'd get me a plane ticket

and that his...

agency has some sort

of a deal with a...

hotel in... Milan.

It's in Europe.

I leave tomorrow.

- The fashion season starts soon so...

- I know when the season starts.

It's kinda cool though, right?

I mean, never been to Europe.

Sh*t, I've never been anywhere.

How am I ever gonna

repay you for this?

I think it's a great opportunity.

- Christi Ann.

- Hi!

- Hi. These are my friends. Justin.

- Justin.

- And this is Carlos.

- Hi. How you doing?

- Thanks for the invitation...

- Yeah.

...for your party.

- It was fantastic. The show...

- So you'll be back in four months?

- Yeah, when the season ends.

Well, good luck.

You too.

Well, at least your show

was a big hit.

And to think I didn't want to go

to California with you.

- Wherever we go, we go together.

- Yeah.

This is gonna be a tough act

to follow, though.

But I bet there's all kinds of

different countries and sh*t in Europe.

Man, my best friend's gonna be

a friggin' supermodel.

We're gonna be balls deep

in ass over there.

Wow...

...what a summer.

- Tell me about it.

Goddamn it, I smoke too much pot.

I'm sorry that it didn't work out

with Stanny.

Yeah. I'm sorry too.

Guess it's just

you and me again, kiddo.

They sure were funny.

Yeah.

You said we'd look back

on this and laugh.

We're crazy, aren't we?

Yeah.

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