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So f*** you.
[serene music]
[birds chirping]
[Zach] I guess I just, like,
feel bad for Daryl, you know.
We used to hang out a lot in third grade.
And it's not his fault
that his dad's f***ing poor.
[Josh] Still, it doesn't
make him not a douchebag.
[Zach] He's not a douchebag, Josh.
[Josh groans]
Look, he can be a little much sometimes,
but it's not like he
Still hang out with him like in school?
We have health together.
He's always trying to hit on Cindy Maples.
Cindy Maples is the one
that went to the hospital
because she had a frozen
hot dog in her vagina?
Yeah, yeah. That's her.
Cool.
[man] Give me that bong, Amber.
Sh*t.
Josh, we have to go.
[Josh] Hey, hey, hey.
- Hey. Hey!
- Josh, don't stop.
- Just keep going.
- What?
You seen my c*nt?
[Zach] Forget it.
- What?
- Have you seen my c*nt?
[Zach] Josh...
Dana, his girlfriend.
We haven't seen anybody's c*nt.
We're actually kind of in a rush.
Josh, right?
- Yeah.
- How's Danny doing?
He get that basic training?
They break him in yet?
What?
Tell him I wanna hang out with
him when he's back in town.
I bet he's great at sucking dick now.
Josh's brother joined the Navy.
[beeping]
It's the Marines.
What?
It's the f***ing Marines!
- What's that?
- F*** you!
[groans]
What did you say?
[man] Careful, his p*ssy's out.
F***ing Marines.
Damn right it is.
You boys wanna join the f***ing Marines?
I'm recruiting tonight.
[Josh] F*** those f***ing f***ers!
F*** John Whitcomb too.
What kind of a**hole
puts Kool-Aid in his hair?
People like that are f***ing worthless.
[Zach] John is okay.
[Josh] He used to be until he started
hanging out with these pieces of sh*t.
[Zach] All right, Josh. We're over it.
- Doesn't matter now.
- Yeah, whatever.
Man, come on. Let's go this way.
Come on.
[Zach] That's her house.
Who, Allison?
Uh-huh.
How do you know where she lives?
[chuckles] We would take the same
bus before they changed the route.
She's cool, right?
She is very cool.
You could leave her a note if you wanted.
"Dear, Allison. I had this
idea for the talent show."
Ever told you of that
time with the glue bottle?
No.
It was like...
You know, it was like last year.
I'm doing art and you know when like...
In the glue bottles, when
the glue dries over on the top
- and you can't open it?
- Uh-huh.
So she was trying to open this glue bottle,
she couldn't get it. I don't know, she
was just struggling for some reason.
And I just couldn't stop staring at her.
And then all of a sudden,
the whole thing just ruptured.
Just went... Sh*t, there's
white glue all over her hands.
And she just looked
and whispered, "Whoops."
It was the most erotic moment of my life.
You know, 'cause the glue is like sperm.
Oh.
So the bottle is sort of
like the [shouts] penis!
Dude, come on. What the f***?
Nobody is here. Nobody is here, Josh.
- The car's not in the drive.
- There's other people.
- Oh, sh*t.
- Oh, sh*t.
- [loud thump]
- [gasps]
[sighs] Oh.
- Hey.
- You got me.
- Oh, hey, Josh.
- Hey, Mrs. Taylor.
Are you staying for dinner?
No, ma'am. I'm just here
to pick up my things.
Great. 'Cause I didn't make enough.
My, um, parents have been
wanting me home earlier lately,
because my mom gets
depressed if I'm not there.
- Aw!
- He's full of sh*t.
- Now...
- It's all crap.
- All right.
- Bye.
- See you, man.
- Yeah.
What are you making?
Cubed steak.
What's that?
Oh, you, sir...
had a telephone call.
Okay?
Why are you acting so weird?
It was a girl.
Allison something. The
number is by the phone.
Oh, um...
I'm just gonna be in my
room for a second, actually.
We eat in ten minutes.
[phone keys beeping]
[line ringing]
- [man] What?
- Hey, is Allison there?
No.
[Allison] Who is
that? Give it to me.
Who is this?
Uh, hey, this is Zach.
Hi, Zach. Sorry, my brother...
No, it's cool.
So, wait. You called me?
Yeah, um, sorry.
I still had your number from that
thing we did in Mrs. Moore's class,
uh, with the planets.
With the... Yeah.
Yeah. You know, with the song.
nuts are Mostly carbon-dioxide
[imitates comical explosions]
- Yeah.
- Yeah, I totally remember that.
Yeah, cool.
Cool.
So, the reason I'm calling,
I'm having a birthday party thing.
I mean, it's really
more of a hangout.
Like, you don't have to bring
presents or anything like that.
But it's gonna be at Meghan's house,
and we're just gonna hang
out, watch some movies...
Uh, I was wondering if you
and Josh wanted to come.
You still hang out with
Josh Templeton, right?
Yeah, he just left here.
[chuckles] Oh, God. You guys...
[boy] Allison, get
off the f***ing phone!
[line disconnects]
[upbeat music playing]
Boy!
[school bell ringing]
[man] Allison.
Hey, I scored your test today.
- You got a 96.
- What!
- Oh, that's great.
- That's amazing.
I know you were nervous but
your grade had one problem...
I'm looking for The
same thing as you
The lost continent
Of love
Yo.
Hey, what's up?
- Dude, use your locker.
- No.
That map sh*t you were asking for.
Oh, sh*t! I totally forg...
- [grunts]
- What's up, f***ers?
Hey, Daryl.
Hey, are you guys hanging out after school?
Yeah, probably.
Can I write "Loser" on your backpack?
What?
[boy wailing]
What the f***?
[wailing continues]
[boy] Watch it, you piece of sh*t.
[microwave beeping]
Bagel Bites are the best food.
I don't like them. They
burn the roof of my mouth.
[Daryl] Because you're doing it wrong.
Charlie's mom always keeps
the fridge stacked with these.
I like Charlie.
'Cause he's smart, his sister has big tits,
and he always has f***ing snacks.
Where is Charlie?
Probably sucking a dick.
He said he wanted to hang out later.
Daryl, don't sit on the counter.
This f***ing guy.
Where are your folks, Josh?
Well, they both work, and then
practice or lessons or something.
So no one's here until
like 5:
00 or 6:00 usually.His brother's like a total prodigy.
I thought you had an older brother.
Yeah, I do. Danny's in the Marines.
His sh*t's still here?
Sh*t? What do you mean "his sh*t"?
[Zach] Josh, you know, his sh*t.
Oh.
[Daryl] This place seems f***ing haunted.
[Josh] This used to be a rec room.
after he got his job at Harveys.
Take your shoes off.
[Zach] You gotta be kidding me, dude.
Welcome, welcome.
Holy sh*t.
I love this room.
This place is f***ing incredible!
Look at all of them.
Holy f***.
It's a f***ing water bed.
You're f***ing kidding me!
Holy sh*t.
Look at that f***ing ass.
Is that his f***ing girlfriend?
Look at all these f***ing asses.
Holy f***ing sh*t!
Holy f***.
Holy f***. [grunts]
Dude, dude...
This is f***ing weed.
- Can I have some?
- No, you can't have some.
[Daryl] Dude, I'll buy it off you.
This is 100 bucks worth, more maybe.
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