The Rules of Attraction Page #2

[MUSIC:
"AIDA GRAND MARCH" BY VERDI]

[THE CURE] This is stranger than I thought

Six different ways inside my heart

And every one I'll keep tonight

Six different ways go deep inside

I'll tell them anything at all

I know I'll give them more and more

I'll tell them anything at all

I know I'll give the world and more

They think I'm on my hands and head

This time they're much too slow

Six sides to every lie I say

It's that American voice again

It was never quite like this before

Not one of you's the same

To do do doo...

You sneaky b*tch!

"Got you. You're mine now for the rest

of the day, week, month, year, life.

"Have you guessed who I am?

Sometimes I think you have.

"Sometimes, when you're scanning a crowd,

your sultry eyes stop on me.

"Are you afraid to let me know how you feel?

"I want to moan and writhe with you.

"I want to kiss your mouth and say

love you, love you, love you, while stripping.

"I want you so bad, it stings.

I want to kill the ugly girls you're with.

"Do you really like those boring,

naive, coy girls or is it just for sex?

"The seeds of love have taken hold and,

if we won't burn together, I'll burn alone."

This, this is stranger than I ever thought

What... How she do that?

- What's goin' on?

- Gonna have to sell that bike of yours!

- Why?

- Where's my money, college boy?!

- Do you take American Express?

- That's not funny!

You like that? They taught it in the army.

One of 17 hand-to-hand combat methods

of rendering your enemy defenceless.

All I gotta do is apply pressure

to rip your carpals free from your metacarpals

and you will be unable to operate your weapon!

I'm not your enemy, Rupert,

I don't have a weapon.

That's why you get a little time, homes.

- Do you want some coke?

- Sure.

Then buy your own, b*tch! Get the f***

outta my crib and get me my money!

There's an orgy tonight at Booth House.

I'm scoring for some freshmen. They're rich,

they want cocaine. What do you think?

I think you're a rich motherfucking motherf***er

who owes me a f***ing shitload

of motherfucking cash!

That's what I think, you rich motherf***er!

You want some blow, motherf***er?

You bring me my motherfucking cash!

- F*** you!

- Jesus f***ing Christ, don't get so tense!

I'll show you tense!

You're into me for a fuckload of money!

I think you

and your motherfucking rich-kid friends

are gonna take off to all your rich-ass lives,

leaving me holding my motherfucking dick!

So f*** you!

Rupert, I'm not like those rich a**holes!

I'm on financial aid!

I'm from a f***ing farm in Nebraska!

My family had to sell the f***ing cow

to get me here!

- Bullshit!

- My father's in the hospital, OK? I...

My family's strapped for cash.

I might have to drop out.

- Really?

- The Lord is my witness, yes.

- You don't have any f***ing cash?

- No.

I had to work all summer just to pay for this term.

I thought you went home to New York

for the summer.

That's what I told people

so they wouldn't laugh at me.

I actually had to wash pigs all summer.

Jesus Christ, man, I can get these kids

to overpay. They're desperate for drugs.

I'm your key to moving this sh*t. You need me.

I need the cash. We need each other.

Get this straight, fuckhead! I need you like

I need a motherfucking a**hole on my elbow!

Right here! An a**hole!

That's how much I need you!

- What you think, Guest?

- I think you should sniff less cocaine.

Stop leaving the gun lying around on the table.

Leave the boy alone before him piss in panty!

[GUEST CHUCKLES]

You know I'm just f***in' with you, baby, right?

Right.

[SNIFFS LOUDLY]

What kind of mark-up you think you can get?

- Well, that depends on how stepped-on it is.

- Stepped on? Guest, is our sh*t stepped-on?

No, man, it fresher than the morning snow!

What wrong with him?

Maybe 20% over market value.

that's some good motherfucking math!

I do believe we have ourselves a deal.

- Do we have ourselves a deal?

- Sure.

Good. Time for you to get to work.

Sometimes...a minute...

..will last...like an hour, you know...

or other times...

..an hour just...just...zips by...

..like a minute.

You know, it's all subjective.

Every person...

..perceives it...perceives it differently.

It's like... That's why you can't trust clocks,

you know.

Marc...you owe me 500 bucks.

I want it by Sunday.

OK?

You notice there aren't any clocks in my room

'cause they...they interfere with your ability to...

..to adjust the time to...

..to...to suit your needs, you know.

- Marc...

- Do not be a slave to time...

..my friend,

'cause... [SNIFFS]

..it...uh...

there's no point.

Oh! Oh! I...I can feel my dick!

I can feel my dick!

[GASPS] Oh, my God!

Hey! F***ing hey! What about the cash?!

- Marc, what about the f***ing cash?!

- What class...man?

Who teaches that? F***ing...

Just...go away, huh?

Just...stop bugging me, just stop asking me.

Stop kicking my f***ing bed.

Stop...you know...

I'll get you your f***...

Just don't f*** my karma, dude! Don't f*** it up!

[PLAYS ODD NOTES]

[PLAYS TUNELESSLY]

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYS BACKWARDS]

[KIDS SHOUTING AND SCREAMING]

Get yourself together

Get yourself together

Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake,

shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

Get yourself together...

Hi, Mitch. What's up?

Not very much. Uh, what's up with you?

Not much. Can we talk?

What do you wanna talk about?

- What's going on.

- Hey!

I warned you. Remember that.

I know, I know.

Wait, what did you warn me about?

I warned you!

Wait, Mitch!

Mitch, don't be such a p*ssy!

I am warning you again!

I don't know what your f***ing problem is!

Just stay the f*** aw... Hey.

Hey, guys. Is there some sort of problem,

Paul and Mitchell?

No, I... You two know each other?

Yeah. Hi.

Hi. [SCREAMS]

Mitch, I'm kinda through partying tonight.

Do you want to...uh...

walk me back to my room?

My room-mate's at her boyfriend's tonight.

- Yeah?

- What about you, Paul? What are you doing?

- Come on, let's go.

- It might be fun!

Come on.

- Let's go.

- You know you want to.

- Later, guy.

- Bye, Paul. Maybe next time.

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYS]

Excuse you.

- Sean Bateman, right?

- Right.

Paul.

Right.

- Who's the girl with Mitchell?

- You mean Candice?

Her name is Candice.

- I had a class with her, but I failed it.

- Really?

My type of guy!

F***ing keg's dead. Typical.

I wish I had a case of beer.

- Quesadilla?

- What?

- Quesadilla. Mexican food. El Sombrero.

- El Sombrero closed a long time ago.

- How about tomorrow night? I'll buy.

- I don't know.

- You'll buy?

- Totally buy.

- Rock 'n' roll.

- Tomorrow, then.

[ALARM CLOCK BEEPS]

[DONOVAN] Yellow is the colour

of my true love's hair

In the morning

When we rise

In the morning

When we rise

That's the time

That's the time

I love the best...

- How can you go out this early?

- I got a class.

It's Saturday.

[ALARM BEEPS]

Merde! What is it? Turn off that f***ing thing!

[ALARM BEEPS]

[BEEPS CONTINUE]

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