Taboo

''Taboo:
A prohibition against

touching, saying or doing something...

...for fear of immediate harm

from a supernatural force.''

lt's creepy.

And l don't-- l don't really get it.

The thing about taboos

is that society shuns them.

But there's something

very tempting about them.

The game will test whether

we succumb to the taboo.

-Such as?

-Such as:

Would you cheat on your spouse?

That's taboo? l thought that was

considered good country-club etiquette.

-You belong to some sick clubs.

-Everyone in?

-Oh, yeah.

-Yeah.

All right.

The rules are easy.

You get one card.

Don't let anyone look.

You answer ''yes'' or ''no''

to the question on it.

How do we know who answers what?

We don't. Nobody reads their own card.

lt's anonymous.

A total and complete lack

of accountability. l like it.

-Like voting.

-Like voting.

After we've answered the cards, we'll

shuffle them and pick one to read...

...and we'll see

what we're all truly made of.

l'm not so sure about this.

-lt's just a game.

-Rather play dress-up?

lt'll be fun, trust me.

Oh, that's nasty.

This is the most disturbing question

l've ever been asked.

ls ''maybe'' a good answer?

Don't look at me like that.

-Who goes first?

-Not me.

Would you guys shut up, already?

Okay. Let's read them.

Question:
''Would you have sex

with a minor?'' Answer: ''Yes.''

We begin our slide

into the moral abyss.

Oh, naughty, naughty.

Sh*t, l had sex before l was 1 4.

l don't see what the big deal is.

l didn't think they had altar boys

in the Jewish faith.

Okay, Piper. Your turn.

Question:
''Would you sleep

with a person of the same sex?''

Answer:
''Yes.''

What a great game to play

with our best friends.

-F*** Taboo. Let's have an orgy.

-Or enroll in group therapy.

Maybe you need new friends.

Actually, we all seem pretty

well-suited for each other, so far.

Your turn.

All right, the question is,

''Would you have a threesome?''

The answer is yes.

-Two girls and one guy?

-Does it matter?

Mr. Right-Wing Conservative

over there...

...looks like he might think

two girls would be fun.

Okay, my turn.

Question:

''Would you have sex for money?''

Answer:
''Yes.''

l like sex, okay?

That does not make me a hooker.

-lt also doesn't make me a b*tch.

-That's my baby.

Question:

''Would you sleep

with your partner's best friend?''

Answer:

A very disappointing no.

There is one good person

amongst us sinners.

Christian.

Don't you have to be less educated

to be in the Christian Coalition?

So says the prep-school anarchist.

No, l'm just a shallow,

materialistic party girl.

And at least l don't pretend

to believe in principles.

Well, l believe in principles.

True, he just doesn't have any.

Christian, stop pouting

and read the last question.

l think he's scared

to read the question.

-Just read the card.

-Okay. ''Would you sleep...

...with a relative?'' Answer: ''Yes.''

That's f***ing disgusting.

l'm glad that you all could make it.

We're glad that you all could make it.

That's so cute, Christian.

We're glad everyone could make it.

We are.

-Grow up, Piper. Things change.

-Easy for you to say.

Ladies, please. We haven't

seen each other since graduation.

Could you be nice?

Stop the whiny, insecure,

competitive bullshit. Please?

Yeah, l'm the Jew. lt's my job.

Oh, you like that, Christian? Jew.

lt's funny, Jewish. lt's good. Right?

Yeah, l bet you know

a lot of good Jew jokes, huh?

-Yeah, there's the--

-Christian. He's kidding.

No, no, let him finish.

Hey, l mean, it's his new house, huh?

He owns this big thing.

He's the sole heir.

Who's the big winner, Christian?

Don't worry about him, Christian.

He's just a sore loser.

What the f*** did l lose?

The ultimate trophy wife. Elizabeth.

-Slut.

-B*tch.

-Like there's a difference.

-But there is.

You see, a slut gets to sleep

with anyone she wants to. Moi.

And a b*tch...

...well, a b*tch sleeps with no one.

Not even with her fianc.

Vous.

Look at that. One minute.

One minute left

and this year is finally over.

-l thought it was a good year.

-Yeah.

No, baby, it was a great year.

Spare me.

Excuse me?

Fifty seconds.

Anybody have any

New Year's resolutions?

Mine never come true.

Maybe you should shoot for something

a little more reasonable, like...

...stop drinking...

...every other day.

-There's always next year.

-Yes, there is.

Here. A toast.

To the four people in the world

that l most love to hate.

And to the one that l hate to love.

To relationships that last as long

as we live. As short as that may be.

-Another 1 2 seconds.

-''1 2 seconds.''

l'd like to make a toast to bread.

Because without bread,

there would be no toast.

A toast for the cure to cancer.

And ending world hunger.

And everything else

l'll never be involved in.

To special people. And special times.

Special Olympics.

-Here, here.

-lt is five...

...four, three, two, one.

Christian?

-Oh, my God.

-Christian?

lt's really not a bad house. lt's....

Here, l'll just light this.

Let's do this the right way.

Just relax, there's a storm

outside, remember?

Come on, let's do this right.

Toast. Happy New Year's.

Happy New--

For God's sake!

This is ridiculous.

-Are you expecting anyone?

-Not a soul.

How's work, Benjamin?

-l quit.

-Good for you.

Good for me because

l would have been fired.

Sorry, l didn't know.

l really didn't think you were cut out

for investment banking.

You're creative, and banking's

just about money and power, so....

What are you gonna do now?

lnvestment banking...

...at a firm where l'll make more money

and have more power.

What about you, Adam? How's Boston

and law school treating you?

Law school sucks.

l miss New York.

-Why?

-There's not enough hookers in Boston.

-lt's a f***ing Catholic city.

-Good drinkers though, right?

This is true. But what good is getting

drunk if you can't get a hooker?

-Piper, how's everything--?

-Elizabeth. l know what you're doing.

Trying to make polite, grown-up talk.

Stop. We hate it.

l'm sure we'd prefer uncomfortable

silence and shocking statements...

...to tiresome pleasantries

and chitchat banter.

-Well said. A mouthful, but well said.

-What do you want to talk about, then?

-Dirt.

-Gossip.

l like rumors. Anyone have any?

Benjamin and l are breaking up.

No sh*t. And why is that?

Benji?

lt's because my penis is too big.

Yeah, it is.

Somebody rained on you.

Got a package marked

''personal and confidential.''

l didn't think anyone delivered

on New Year's after midnight.

-Well, it's here.

-Well, what is it?

Christian, what is it?

''Prostitute. lnfidel.

Homosexual.

Rapist. Hypocrite.''

Which one of you did this?

Let me see those.

-Who sent it?

-There's no return address.

How do you know it's for you?

Let me see those.

Excuse me.

They're the answers to that

Taboo game we played.

They're not answers, Christian.

Those are accusations.

Somebody here is obviously

f***ing with us.

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