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gonna give a loser like him a blowj*b.

You mean a handjob.

What?

A knobber, bro, is a handjob.

What... For real? You sure?

Yeah, yeah. It's a handjob...

I think.

You guys don't know, do you?

Either way, she's a ho.

Do you see the way she ties her shirt up?

Titties poppin' out.

No panties on, sex juice

drippin' out of her ears...

She needs a Kleenex.

[laughing]

Guys, she got it goin' on. I mean,

why shouldn't she show it off, right?

- I would.

- [Troy] Yeah, you would.

No, besides, I mean, she's been coping

with a lot of sh*t being new and all.

You gonna nail it or what, bro?

- I don't know.

- What do you mean, you don't know?

You better get up in that, bro.

- I don't know.

- Yeah.

Yeah? Yeah? Yeah?

[laughing]

Cop, cop, cop, cop. Put that down.

Sh*t...

[hip-hop song playing]

Stacking boxes on...

I'm never getting a f***in' job.

What are you doin'?

- You keep doin' it like...

- Can you hook me up?

Can you hook me up?

No, bro.

He's selfish.

It's not about that...

To me, it is.

It's not about that.

I just don't know. I just...

[Flip] Is this your girl?

[Beaver] Yo, anywhere!

[Troy] Is this her?

Yeah.

[Troy] Oh, damn.

Oh, my God.

Yo, that's a nice ride.

Yeah.

I'm Kat.

I know.

Oh, really?

Yeah, I know.

I'll take that.

Thanks.

Where are you from?

Which time?

[Troy] I don't know.

Florida.

- [Troy] Oh, yeah?

- Mmm-hmm.

[Troy] Where in Florida?

- Do you know Florida?

- Mmm-mmm.

[Kat] Okay. Why ask?

I got, like, friends and family there

in Tampa and... Orlando or something.

[Kat] That's where Florida is...

Yeah.

Hey, you party?

Uh, depends.

You get high?

The answer's still the same.

What you workin' with?

I'll show you what I'm workin' with.

Jesus.

What the f*** is this?

What? What? What?

Stems and seeds?

- Gets me high.

- Gets the job done.

Yeah.

No. Uh-uh.

Rude.

Rude.

You're picky!

I am picky.

Yeah, what's up with this girl?

Don't...

[glass breaking]

- God.

- I'm gonna go, f***ing tag some sh*t up.

[Kat] What do you mean?

- Oh, he's gonna...

- Tag some sh*t up.

Yo, who's got it? Who's got the paint?

You got? Here.

Thanks.

Rhonda, you have to

move. I'm making like a...

- What?

- You have to move.

No, I'm not gonna move. I was here first.

I'm gonna make like a whole

mural on this wall, all right?

[laughing]

Hey, you.

You, come here.

F***!

This is f***ed up!

Here, I'll give you my jacket.

- Here, you take my jacket...

- I don't want your f***ing jacket.

It's warmer. Just gimme your shirt.

I got you.

You're such an a**hole!

Oh, my God! F*** you!

So this is what I get for

letting you cheat off me?

- This?

- Yeah. [laughs]

Got the whole night.

[Kat] I guess, yeah.

All right.

[Beaver] This is the good stuff.

I've been saving it.

[Kat] For what?

Just saving it, you know.

It's good.

Let me see that.

Wow, it smells strong.

Yeah, I told you this is the good stuff.

Just gonna make it.

I... You know what, I...

I can't.

Come on. Oh, f***.

No, really. Save it. I...

No, for real. I thought you liked to party.

No, I do. It's just...

you know, my mom...

hates me right now, and I can't risk it.

[scoffs]

- Okay.

- I'm sorry. I just...

Uh...

Hey, give me your phone.

Give me your phone.

Boom.

Text me...

so I have yours.

See you tomorrow.

All right. Yeah. Later.

Good night.

Thanks for tonight.

Yeah.

- [Troy] Forty.

- [Gina] F*** that. Twenty.

[Troy] Fine.

[Gina] The sh*t better be good.

Don't f***ing try and rip me off again.

Hey.

Whoa, whoa. Who's this?

She's cool.

You need?

We're good. Go.

Where to?

I know a spot.

[Gina] Thanks for driving.

[Kat] No problem.

Yo, you sure this is a good spot?

Stop freaking out, Rhonda.

You mind?

No. Do it up.

All right, all right, let's go.

F***. Chill.

Relax, stupid, greedy b*tch.

Stupid sh*t like that

caused Jeremiah to OD.

F***ing idiot.

You're up.

Just go easy.

Sh*t is cranked.

What's it cooked with?

Not sure.

Ask Troy.

He cooks it?

Jesus, girl, are you getting

high or writing a f***ing book?

[laughing]

Shut up.

I'm sorry. I've got to go.

Relax.

I am, it's just...

My mom's been glued to

my sh*t recently, and I...

- I can't push it.

- She's been glued to my sh*t.

[laughing]

She's been glued to my sh*t.

F*** her. You said it yourself.

Yeah, I don't wanna push it.

You ever done it before?

Try it.

Or not. Whatever.

More for me.

Troy.

Why you knockin'? Gimme that.

I lost the key, dude.

- You lost the keys again?

- Yeah.

So?

Thanks.

Where are you going?

What, you want me to bring this

with us? Go driving around with it?

I don't know.

You gotta think, man.

Let's get some pizza.

No, I wanna go Chinese, dude.

I don't care. I wanna get pizza.

[car engine starting]

[door creaking]

[car approaching]

[car door closing]

[footsteps]

[Troy] I got it.

F***ing phone, bastard.

It's not in my room.

It's in your pocket.

- No.

- It's in your pocket.

Dude, it's in the f***ing

living room, on the counter.

It's right here.

Jesus. Hurry up.

[cellphone vibrating]

[Beaver] Let's go!

[Troy] Stop bitchin'!

[sighs]

[cellphone ringing]

Hello?

[girl] Mom?

- Sweetie?

- [girl] Mom, where are you?

[Jimmy] Baby, give me the phone.

- Hi, are you coming?

- Sh*t.

Jimmy, what day is it?

It's your day, Meredith.

Yeah, no... I'll be right there.

Sh*t.

[car approaching]

Hey.

Did you forget?

I overslept. I'm sorry.

You haven't seen him in three weeks.

Hi!

I missed you! [groans]

Okay, come on, let's get in the car.

Okay.

How are you?

I'm fine.

I wish you were a little

better than "fine."

Well, I'm on a job right now.

You know how it is.

[scoffs] Yeah. I do. I know.

How's life?

How's Sharon?

Sharon's good. Things are good.

Really good.

Cool.

- I'll go get his stuff.

- All right.

You in deep again?

I don't know. This one's different.

Oh, yeah?

How's that?

It's just different.

I... I can't really talk

about it. You know that.

I don't know how you do it.

What's that?

I guess, I mean "why." I

don't know why you do it.

I mean... you're driven,

that's usually a good thing.

But?

But...

But what you do is dangerous, Mere.

Okay, don't lecture me.

- It's not a lecture...

- You are.

You're telling me to put aside

my job to be a better mom.

That's...

- I would...

- Why not?

Well, I will.

I will. Just...

As soon as I'm done with this one.

Okay. All right. I mean, you know...

Do whatever you have to do.

I mean, it's...

Sharon's fine having him full-time.

She loves him and he's

starting to warm to her, so...

Full-time?

- Nice.

- If that's all right with you.

No, it's not.

Here you go, sweetie.

All right. Have him back by tomorrow.

Will do.

Bye, buddy.

All right, sweetie.

Ready?

[car engine starts]

Are we gonna have some fun today?

Oh, come on.

All right.

[hip-hop music playing]

But he's the funniest guy

I've ever seen in my life.

Come on, man. You all right?

- He drinks too much.

- Are you all right?

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