The Wackness Page #6
there's a couple of hours left.
I hope you're
aware of that.
Look, are you not calling me back
'cause I said I love you?
'Cause that's stupid.
I mean...
I didn't mean it really,
and, you know, even if I did,
I'm going to college in three weeks,
so it's not like it matters.
You know what?
F*** it.
I meant it.
I do love you.
All right?
I'm not scared to say it.
I f***ing love you, okay?
And if that scares you,
well, then f*** you.
Huh? You know what?
F*** off, all right?
You're a f***ing b*tch. Peace out forever!
Come in.
Shapiro?
She got bored.
With all due respect to my stepdaughter,
Luke, f*** her. F*** them all.
As Biggie says,
B*tches, I like 'em brainless.
"Guns, I like 'em
stainless steel."
Dr. Squires,
do you remember
when you told
me that sh*t
about men doing the things
they need to do
to become the men
they need to become
- or something?
- No.
Well, I need
your help.
What is it, Lucas?
You know anybody
who could use some weed?
I got some extra weight
I need to unload this month.
We could probably
work something out.
# "Long Shot Kick De Bucket"
by The Pioneers #
All right, if we're gonna do this,
Dr. Squires, we're gonna do it right.
- All right? You gotta be more careful.
- Don't worry, Luke.
- I'm not going back to prison.
- Good.
Let's establish a few ground rules.
Number one, we use pagers.
Someone pages us, we call them back
from a payphone.
We never use home phones
for this type of stuff. Never.
That's great, Luke. I already have
a pager for my medical practice.
All right, good.
Number two, we sell weed by the gram,
by the eighth, and by the ounce.
Gram's the highest profit margin,
but it's also the most potent,
that's why we try to encourage people
to buy the grams.
Principal Edwards, I can give you
two grams for 125 bucks, all right?
Anything less than that,
I don't make a profit.
You always were
very good at math, Luke.
All right,
plus another 10 Zs
at a grand a Z.
It's a start.
# Long Shot kick de bucket #
# Them wail
Them wail. Them reel #
# But him couldn't
take the trail #
# Them wail
Them wail... #
- Hey, Oliver. How's the golf game?
- Not bad, Doc. Not too bad.
- How's your mother?
- Still projecting.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Call the office to make an appointment.
Now, how much marijuana
can I get for you today?
Exactly how much money are we trying
to make here, Luke?
As much as possible.
What's all this for, Luke?
If you don't mind me asking.
# It was Starbright
Combat, Corazon #
# Long Shot on the rear #
College.
# It was Starbright... #
- It's okay.
- Uh-huh.
- Who the f*** is you?
- Who the f*** is you?
Yo! Yo, yo, yo, yo!
Percy! Percy! He's cool, all right?
- I'm cool, Percy.
- Me will be the judge of that.
- Stop that.
- Sorry.
The drowning represents an inability
to get a handle on your life,
what you're doing,
perhaps your business.
The girl, well,
I don't know.
When in doubt,
I usually go with your mother.
My mother.
That make a lot more sense now.
Yo, fellas?
I hate to interrupt, but,
Pers, I need more, man.
- You can't just leave it downstairs?
- Not in this neighborhood.
I can't believe this is
Dr. Squires, all right?
- This is my connect.
- Who the f*** lives in a fifth floor...
Hi, Luke.
- ...walk-up. Hello.
- Hi.
Come on in.
I'm, uh, I'm Elanor.
I'm, um, Haydn.
- No need for aliases with her, Squires.
- Oh, well then, I'm Jeff.
Oh, I'm still Elanor.
- So, how much you need?
- A quarter.
I'm going to see that guy
in New Hampshire.
I was just packing and stuff and then I was
thinking I need some grass. I almost forgot.
So, that's how
this happened.
- So, a quarter, then?
- A quarter. Yeah.
He doesn't
appreciate you.
- How do you know that?
- He couldn't possibly.
- That's a compliment, right?
- Ma'am.
Here it is.
And I have this for you, too.
Thanks.
It's the
greatest hits?
Well, actually, it's more like
three songs, mixes...
Well, really it's more
like one song.
You were in
Emergency Breakthrough?
- Yeah.
- No sh*t.
- I love your music.
- What?
Oh...
Mmm!
Wow. See, Luke? I told you
I keep trying to
broaden his horizons,
you know, rap music isn't
everything. I tell him, but...
You should listen
to this woman, Luke.
She's as smart and talented
as she is beautiful.
# Wear and tear...? #
- He's really out of his mind, right?
- Total f***ing lunatic.
Hey, Steph.
So, I guess you're
ignoring me, huh?
That's a shame,
because it would be really cool to hang
out or whatever before I go to school.
The school year is rapidly approaching,
as you know.
And...
I miss you.
- But I love you.
- No, you don't.
Please, Kristen. Don't leave me
all alone. I can't be all alone.
Cut the crap, Jeffrey.
You asked for it.
Stephanie?
Are you leaving, too?
No. Stephie will be here
for the next few weeks.
I'll deal with all the details
when I'm back.
Details?
Please, say something
to your mother, Steph.
Jeffrey, leave her
out of this.
Sweetheart,
go to your
f***ing room.
It would be really cool to hang out
or whatever before I go to school.
The school year is rapidly approaching,
as you know.
I miss you.
- Shapiro?
- What?
- Justin?
- Yo, why you calling me Shapiro?
No reason.
How was, um, Florence?
Oh, it was crazy, yo,
mad crazy.
Yo, I'll tell you
all about it.
We're hitting this club
downtown tonight. You coming?
Yeah, totally.
Yeah.
- Doll your sh*t up.
- Okay, call me later.
- Peace.
- Bye.
Yo, yo, yo,
what happened?
- What happened?
- What do you think?
Wait, wait, wait.
Wait, Dad. I have money!
- Put that down. I got money!
- Leave the guys alone.
- Let them do their job.
- Dad, I got $26,000,
that should be
more than enough.
- Luke.
- What?
It's not enough.
It's not even close.
You said you'd fix it.
You said you'd fix it, right?
I need you to go upstairs
and pack up your room, okay?
Go on upstairs.
Pack up your room.
Hey, be careful with that,
would you, guys?
Are you being careful
with my father's silver?
# "Flava in Your Ear"
by Craig Mack #
# Everybody let's agree
that M.C.'s need a tissue #
# The funk's my only issue #
# I bet your mama miss you
and I bet the Mack take off... #
- What are you doing?
- Marking my territory.
You need some help?
# I guess I'm gonna
say Craig Mack with perfect timing #
# You won't be
around next year #
# My rap's too severe kickin' mad
flava in ya ear. Kick it down #
flava in ya ear #
# Time for new flava in ya ear #
# I'm kickin' new
flava in ya ear #
# Mack's the brand new
flava in ya ear #
# Craig Mack #
# 1,000 degrees #
# You'll be on your knees... #
- Yo!
- Hi, Steph.
- Hey...
- Look,
I know the summer's
almost over
but I think we can
make this work.
- Luke...
- Just hear me out, all right?
People do the long-distance thing
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