The Breed Page #2
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- 2006
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- When your mum went out of town?|- I do.
and watched, er... What was that called?
"Wild On lbiza"?
- And he dared you to kiss me.|- And I did.
Then I cried.
I don't think my male ego|ever recovered from that.
I think you're doing just fine.
- You think?|- Yeah...
Have fun, Ok?
- Did you ever...|- No.
We've been friends for a long time,|plus I got with too many of her girls.
- Too many! What's too many?|- For a chick, any is...
- Any is too many?|- Any is too many.
(Both) Hi!
- (Sara screams)|- Ok...
Whoa!
Nice shot, Robin Hood.|That's so white of you.
- You wanna give it a shot?|- What?
- (John) Do you wanna try?|- Er... no.
All right.
See? It's that easy.
You guys hear that?
(Rustling)
Oh, my God.
It's so cute.
Where is it from?
- You better leave that thing alone.|- (Matt) Can I see it?
(Puppy whines)
(All coo)
He just peed on you.
It's a boy.
- It can't be more than 8 or 9 weeks old.|- You go, Dr. Ruth.
(Sara) What kind of dog is that?
Well, it looks like a German Shepherd,|but he's big. Really big.
I thought we were the only ones|on the island.
He was probably abandoned|by some boaters.
Hey, guys, I have an idea. Hold on!
Ssh! I have an idea, a good idea.
- Let's eat him.|- You're such a dick.
I'm serious.|We'll put him on the target...
I got my iPod. Please, please.
(All) Here's to that!
You like it here, huh?
Let's keep him with us tonight,|you guys.
You like it here?
(Noah) Wait, wait. No TV,
no phone, no Maxim?
Some people like a break|from civilisation.
All right. Sure. I'm for the whole|kumbaya-granola thing,
as long as when it's over,
there's a fifth of Jager|and internet porn waiting for me.
Noah, sometimes it amazes|me that you're still single.
Here's to being single, seeing double,|sleeping triple...
- (Laughs)... and to multiple orgasms.|- (Nikki) Yeah, by yourself.
(All) Ooh!
(John and Noah) Oh!
What's that in the cellar?|You hear that?
- Is that an M5 Medoc calling me?|- Yes.
You are gonna drink the cheap stuff|and you are gonna like it.
You are a cruel, cruel man.|But I still love you.
(Giggles)
(Puppy whimpers)
Uh-uh. That cute stuff's|not gonna work on me.
I'm a cat person.
(Puppy growls)
Cheap enough?|That little sucker growled at me.
You piss on that rug, you're dead.
Hey!
He was just kidding! Come back!
Meanies.
That dog is weird. He just growled at me|for no good reason.
I said I liked cats.|I wasn't talking about the musical.
This little dog is harmless.|Chicken.
Don't worry, he'll come back.|He knows there's food here.
You wanna find him?
- I wanted to sleep with him.|- You were sleeping with me!
She was gonna make love to me|and then sleep in your bed.
That's Ok.
I see cancer patients every Thursday.|That's my charity work for the week.
Oh! Funny!
The folks got jokes tonight.|You all want some?
Here, pup. Where are you?
- You see him?|- Uh-uh.
This is bringing me back memories
from Ghost in the Graveyard.|Remember? When we were ten?
I don't remember that.
- Yeah, you were too cool back then.|- I'm still too cool.
- Right.|- Over there. There he is.
(Pup whines)
Hey, pup, there you are.|There you are! Come here.
(Snarling)
(Snarling)
(Barks)
Sara!
You Ok?
Here.
(John) Ok?
(Low growl)
It bit me.
All right, you're Ok.
You're Ok. Come on, let's go.
It just attacked you, unprovoked?
Yeah. Came out of nowhere.
It was probably just protecting|its young
but the rules say you gotta treat|any bite by an unknown animal
as a possible rabies infection.
But listen, you will not get rabies.|I know what I'm talking about.
There isn't a single case|of somebody who's gone through
a proper post-exposure treatment|who's then contracted the disease.
Isn't that where they gotta stick|a bunch of needles under your skin?
(Matt) It's a little simpler than that.
- A little simpler?|- I think we should get the plane ready.
- You wanna leave?|- We should get Sara to a doctor.
Remember when I got that rabies shot|cos of that bat in the Bahamas?
You don't have to start right away.
- You really don't, if you're feeling Ok.|- Is that true?
As long as you have your first shot|within a week, yes.
But... there's no pressure.
Well, then I'm cool.|I'll be fine, you guys.
- She's fine.|- Sara?
Mattie, the point of this weekend|was for you to live a little,
so don't use this as an excuse.|That's bullshit.
Yeah, it's true, I'm fine. I mean, really.|It was scary!
Nothing that a little drinking can't cure.
Could someone give me a drink?|I need a drink.
- Are you sure?|- Yeah. Sure I'm sure.
(Thunderclap)
(Nikki) What are you thinking about?
There was this company|who leased some land
on the other side of the island,|a couple of miles away.
Anyway, they built a compound|for training dogs.
When I was little, my uncle|used to walk me over there
and we'd play with all|the little puppies.
I think that's when I decided|I wanted to be a vet.
About a year ago...
...one of the dogs got rabies.
It started spreading|and all the dogs got it,
and my uncle told me|they had to put them down.
- That's horrible.|- Mmm.
So I assumed|they had been killed, but...
...after seeing that dog today...
So you think some of them survived?
That's just it.
If they had rabies and escaped, they|would've been dead a long time ago.
In dogs, rabies is always fatal.
So, what are you saying?
I don't know.
(Clears throat)
Oh!
Sorry. I didn't see you.
What are you doing?
I couldn't sleep.
- You?|- Me, neither.
You look like an angel.
Ow! Damn it!
Easy, tiger.
Go away.
Go away.
(Thunder rumbles)
So, how about doing|some swimming today?
Maybe hang out by the dock?
Maybe when your leg feels better?
I'm fine.
How did I wind up dating|an outdoorsy type?
(Voices echo)
(Nikki) I don't know. I think it's|a lot better than living in a library.
(Noah) I'm outdoorsy as long as|beautiful women in thongs are involved.
Do you ever get tired|of making an ass of yourself?
Not really. I figure|it's a part of my charm.
Yo. Excuse me.
I'm still hungry.
- Knock yourself out.|- (Matt) I'll make more.
(Noah) No, that's cool.
- Morning, guys.|- Good morning.
Boys and their toys.
I thought I'd take a walk in the woods|and find something to shoot.
I hope you mean something inanimate.
- Gosh, no, I thought I'd hunt for Bambi.|- (Matt) Just checking.
I'm gonna come with you. I haven't|been around the island for years.
- You guys wanna come?|- Noah, come on.
Yeah. Yeah, why not?
Enjoy your breakfast.
Actually, I think I'm gonna stay here.
I'm not keen on that dog running around.
- Ok. We'll be careful.|- Keep him away from Thumper, too.
(Noah) Come on.
No deer. No droppings.
You hear anything?
No.
It makes you wonder|where all the animals are.
Are you guys trying|to freak me out or something?
Is this like a game you play?|What?
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