The Loved Ones

# Back in school

you were high class

# Didn't say much to me

# Johnny said on the outside

# You were his beauty queen

# Have you heard

about the lonesome loser

# Beaten by the queen of hearts

every time

# Have you heard

about the lonesome loser

# He's a loser

but he still keeps on trying

# Sit down,

take a look at yourself

# Don't you want to be somebody?

# Someday somebody's

going to see inside

# You have to face up,

you can't run and hide...

Love this song.

- You need a new car, Dad.

- No, I don't.

Yes, you do.

It's a piece of sh*t.

Hey, I love this car.

You were conceived

in the back of this car.

Jesus!

Thanks, that's great.

I've got a mental image.

# He's a loser

but he still keeps on trying...

Heater doesn't work.

Doesn't even have a CD player.

And thank Christ for that.

Otherwise I'd have to listen

to that bloody heavy metal

wrist slitting sh*t you listen to.

You sound like an old man, Dad.

There's nothing wrong

with a good melody.

Oh no, there's nothing wrong

with a good melody.

Don't think that she's not sneaking

the odd one here and there.

Look out!

You sorted for alcohol?

I got sh*t loads, man.

Got the old man to pick it up.

- I'm OK.

- Coming to the after-party?

No, think we're just gonna smoke

and hang out.

Smoke and hang out?

Man, Holly's parents are overseas

and you're just gonna smoke

and hang out?

You got a raincoat?

Here, I've only got one,

ribbed, for her pleasure.

Seriously, take it dude.

It's only gonna run out of date

if I hang onto it.

Ahem!

Yes!

She said yes!

Hi.

Will you go to the dance with me?

Sorry Lola,

I'm going with Holly.

Sorry.

Hey! Need a ride?

- You passed?

- Uh-huh.

Wow!

Well done.

So where do you want to go?

- Guess who asked me to the dance?

- Who?

- Guess.

- Brent, who was it?

Tell me.

Who is she?

I need more than that.

Tell me.

I can't.

She's very sensitive.

I'm very sensitive too.

Uh-uh.

Who is she?

Not you.

Who is she?

I'll never tell.

# God is dead so meet the kids now,

they're on stage... #

Did you tell your mum

I was getting my license?

So this is where I pick you up from?

She's got to deal with it sometime.

You sure?

OK.

I'll pick you up at seven?

I love you.

Lola Stone.

What?

That's who asked me.

Well you should go with her.

Maybe she won't mind having

an emotional retard for a boyfriend.

How are you getting there?

Holly's picking me up.

She doesn't even have her licence.

She got it today.

I'll give you money for a cab.

What's the difference,

it's still a car.

I'm still in a car.

But they're experienced.

And I wasn't, so Dad died?

# I could mean the world to you

but that's predictable

# I could tell you secrets

# Don't be so sure

you wouldn't miss me

# Say you're in love like it's true... #

Brent?

# She's like a drug,

she's under my skin

# One of these days

these ways are gonna do me in

# What can I say

# I can't get away

from those sticky paws

# Sometimes the sweetest kittens

have the sharpest claws... #

You're a f***ing rock star.

Let's go.

Wow, you look wicked.

Ahem!

- Er... Hi, Mrs. Valentine.

- Hello, Jamie.

Mia, your father wants to get a photo.

Could wait a sec, please?

Well did you thank Jamie

for the flowers?

- Oh, no, that's OK.

- Thanks.

Well, I couldn't find them in black.

I'll put them in some water.

Whoa!

Ringo! Here!

- Get out of there.

- Er...

Hey, hi.

How's it going, Mr. Valentine?

Busy, keeping the wolf

from the door.

Yep, excellent.

Let's get this photo then.

Mia, go and stand next to Jamie.

Smile.

And one for safety.

All right, we're going, bye.

OK.

Bye.

Be careful.

Yep.

Brent!

You're going to be late.

- Have you seen him?

- Hi, Carla.

Have you seen Brent?

# When it come to making love

to you, baby

# You got to be agile,

mobile and hostile... #

You OK?

Have you got any more

of that pot on you?

Er, yeah, yeah,

in my pocket.

That's why your dog

was sniffing my nuts.

No need to explain.

Oh, yeah, I just didn't want you to think

that I have a hygiene problem.

Why?

You expecting me

to suck your cock?

'Hello, this is Brent.

Leave a message.'

It's OK, Kahn.

Hello.

Carla.

Come on, we both know

Brent's done this before

and he's always turned up.

What do you mean,

they've stabbed the dog?

Milady.

He looks dead.

- I didn't use that much.

- You've ruined it!

- There it is!

- Let me hear.

Boom-boom, boom-boom,

boom-boom.

# Am I not pretty enough?

# Is my heart too broken?

# Do I cry too much?

# Am I too outspoken?

# Don't I make you laugh?

# Should I try it harder?

# Why do you see

right through me?

# I live, I breathe

# I let it rain on me

# I sleep, I wake

# I try hard not to break

# I crave, I love

# I've waited long enough

# I try as hard as I can... #

Wait!

Tell me what it looks like.

Pretty as a picture.

Lola.

Press a little harder, Princess.

We can't hear you!

Take a photo!

Say...

..."Happy End Of School Dance".

- Too big!

Say..."happy"!

Happy!

- One with Bright Eyes?

- Quick.

- Say...

- Just take it.

It was just a little flash,

nothing to be scared of.

# Let's roll,

so roll motherfuckers

# Let's roll, roll,

roll motherfuckers

# Let's roll

# Let's roll,

so roll motherfuckers

# Let's roll,

so roll motherfuckers... #

Hey, Dad...

...make a wish.

My wish was for you anyway.

I wished for you too.

Who looks prettier?

Me or Bright Eyes?

You both look pretty.

What's the matter Bright Eyes,

you're not hungry?

Better not get too skinny...

...or Daddy won't like you any more,

will you, Daddy?

What are you looking at?

Do you want some?

# Open up for the aeroplane #

Is it finger licking good?

Is... it...

...finger... licking...

...GOOD?

Is it finger licking good?

Show me.

Toi...

What?

Toilet.

Toilet?

Not till you show me.

Show me!

Suck it.

Still need to go?

Ones or twos?

Ones?

Yeah?

Go.

Were you telling porky pies?

Bring the hammer, Daddy.

I killed your dog with this.

And a nail.

You've got 10 seconds to go

or Daddy's going to nail it to the chair.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

It's crying.

I bet I kiss it better.

Or maybe I'll bite it off

so she can never kiss it again.

Princess!

- Oh! What happened?

- Where's Bright Eyes?

She's in her room

so she can't get out.

Where is he?

There he is!

Keep it on him.

Here, let me have a go.

Boys shouldn't hit girls.

Cry.

Cry!

Cry!

Cry!

Cry!

This one's for the Kingswood.

Here you are.

Thanks, Holly.

He thinks I blame him.

Do you?

That's me.

Oh... Keir Willis.

He was such a baby.

That's me again.

Duncan Fletcher.

He wet himself.

It was so funny.

See?

He wet his pants.

Rhys Agnew.

Boring!

Here's the one that got away.

Timmy Valentine.

He's probably dead by now.

And lucky last...

Oh!

I'm ready to draw on him now.

Shall we go in after this?

Sick of me already?

No. No, I just thought...

...you know, maybe we should

eat something.

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