The Sighting

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- What's up,

chickies and dudies?!

- Hey, Darren.

What's up, buddy?

How you doing?

- Hello, ladies. How are you?

- Awesome. How about you?

Rockin' party, man.

- I'll see you guys

a little bit later, okay? Bye.

- Alright, who do we got here?

I like those pants.

Ah... be careful of him.

He's got herpes over there.

- Oh, f*** you.

Get the f*** outta here.

- It's a small case. Whatever.

Look at her.

Rachel Redwood.

Queen of the forest.

Recently back on the market.

Just broke up tonight.

Fresh.

Ready.

Waiting.

Who is that jackass

talking to her? Oh!

- Darren!

Darren, are you filming me?

Let me see

what you have on there.

- What?

- Let me see it! Let me see it!

- Dudes... you won't believe it.

Rachel Redwood

is in the bathroom right now.

- Who are you talking to?

- Uh... just trying

to remember something.

I was gonna forget something.

- Is that thing on?

- Um... no.

- No?

- No, I wouldn't film this.

- Oh, that's too bad.

It's gonna be a hot show.

- Yeah. Oh, sh*t.

Okay, okay.

Bump my love spot

bump my love spot

Bump my love spot

Bump my love spot

Yeah

Yeah, room's taken!

Dudes! What the f***?!

Trying to get some poon-poon!

Sammy, is that you?

What the fu...? Who the fu...?

D*cks!

Ah!!

Ah! Ah!!!

- I heard they found a tape?

Did... did you see it?

Last year, when seven

of my friends disappeared...

I...

...I was at that party...

for a little while.

There were...

there were about...

mm, 20 of us.

Luckily, most of us left.

I left before...

I wish...

I wish they had killed me then.

I wish I hadn't left.

I wish I hadn't left.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

If... if I tell you the truth...

...you'll think I'm crazy.

And the truth is...

...I might be.

I'm not so sure anymore.

Forty-eight hours.

That's... how quickly

it can all change.

Forty-eight f***ing hours

and it all went to hell.

- Happy graduation!

- Say cheese.

- Cheese!

Do you want to be in one?

Here, come here.

- I've made

an interesting discovery...

the last couple of days

in the woods.

There... there's a fine line,

a... a very fine line,

between reality...

and imagination.

And that line

has been completely f***ed.

We're drinking these whether

they're fermented or not.

That's the deal.:

Give me

that fermented apple juice

I'm good.

- Tell me you did not put

a car alarm on this!

- What? I had it kickin' around.

I thought I'd put it to use.

- It's like putting a chastity

belt on your grandma, dude.

- F*** you.

Hey. If you see my brother,

tell him I'll be in in a second.

- Hey.

- Travis!

- Hey, Chris!

- Happy graduation to you!

How's my b*tch?

Okay.

Cool. Um, how ya doin', man?

- I'm great, buddy!

- Cool. Cool. How's school?

- F***ing great, dude.

- Hey!

- Oh!

- Congratulations, big bro,

you're officially that guy

who graduated years ago

but still somehow manages

to party with high-school kids.

Nice one.

- Hell ya, dude,

chicks dig college dudes.

- Maybe if I could keep

the Twinkies

out of my mouth

for five seconds,

I'd get some poon myself, huh?

Hey!

The fat kid needs to get laid!

- C'mon, Nate, I know you got

a girl who's got her eye on you.

- Don't even try, man.

You know self-deprecation

looks good on me.

- Well, uh,

while you guys commiserate,

I'm gonna... Oooh.

I'm gonna go find Jen.

- She's down on the bridge.

- Oh, cool. You saw her?

You talked to her?

- Dude, Jen is so hot.

- Thanks, man.

- Are you f***in' that?

A little bit?

Dude, you don't have

to say a word,

but seriously,

are you nailing that?

- You're an a**hole.

- How can you say that?

- Ah... yeah! Awesome!

Okay, I'm gonna go find Jen.

- Hey! Hurry back, Travis!

I wanna shotgun some beers

with you!

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Found you.

- What's up?

- Warm night, huh?

- Mm. It feels good.

- Kinda wish it was cold

so I could keep you warm.

- Brrr.

- Happy graduation.

- Happy graduation back.

Your mom would be really proud.

- Yeah.

How long you been down here?

- Twenty minutes. I just needed

to get out and get some air.

Nate's such a dork. Seriously!

You met Rhonda?

- Yeah.

- I don't know why he thinks

that car needs an alarm.

- He wants people to keep

their hands off his woman.

- He just likes pushing the

little button on his key chain.

It's all sexy. Beep-beep.

Were you planning on telling me

you're going to Canada tomorrow?

- Oh, uh, Jen,

Nate and I are going

to Canada tomorrow.

- You're a smart-ass.

You gonna invite me?

- Mm... no.

- No? Thanks.

So it's a no-girls-allowed

guys' trip.

Except for the girls you guys

find at the bar and bring back.

- Oh, c'mon, Jen,

you can trust me.

I trust you.

- I know.

I found a sucker.

- Ah, brat!

You're a brat!

You're beautiful.

- Thanks.

- I love you.

What's wrong?

Jen?

- Nothing. Nothing.

- I know when something's wrong.

- No, I'm fine.

- Look at me.

Be honest with me, okay?

I want you to be honest with me.

The last two weeks...

...there's been something wrong

and I need you to talk to me.

Please.

- I'm sor...

Sh*t.

- What?

- Move your beer.

- Ah-ah-ah. Don't even bother.

Already saw it. C'mere.

You heard about

the open-container law, son?

How 'bout the law that permits

the consumption of alcohol

to persons 21 or older?

You 21 or older?

I didn't think so.

Whose house is that?

- Uh, my house.

I live there.

- Do I look stupid to you?

At least three people up there

told me that house

belongs to a girl.

You... make one ugly girl.

- Okay, Joey,

I think they get the point.

- They'll get the point

once they've paid the price.

It's called cause and effect:

you break the law,

you pay the price.

- May I handle this one?

- I've got it under control.

- Look at 'em, Joey.

I think

they learned their lesson.

Please?

- Okay. Sure.

You best be slappin' em

on the wrist.

You better be slappin' em

on the wrist real hard, Radley.

- Joey.

I think he forgets

he was in high school once.

Looks like you have

a pretty good turnout.

- I know.

I'm really, really sorry.

I just invited a few people.

I don't know what happened...

- It's to be expected.

Kids just wanna celebrate.

So, listen, tell everyone

to plan on a sleepover,

because there will be absolutely

no drunk driving tonight.

Okay, I will not put up with it.

And in return,

I'll keep this ticket-book

closed.

- Thank you so much,

- Oh, my God, thank you.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

- Okay, then.

I'll just be on my way.

Oh, hey.

Happy graduation.

- Oh, my God.

- So, Nate, what time

d'you get home last night?

- Who says I made it home?

Touch.

- Seriously, Bill, organic milk?

- What? It's good for ya.

- Hippie.

- Alright. You ready for this?

Gotta go.

- Okay.

- Love you.

- Love you, too.

Getting a late start.

Can I make ya a sandwich?

- No, thanks,

my stomach couldn't handle it.

Too much apple juice.

- Here. Take it.

You'll thank me.

- Thanks.

- Some advice my father

gave to me, Trav:

stay out of seedy places

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