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acclimatized yet.

I was in L.A.

Los Angeles? Oh.

Took some time off.

You know, for six weeks

you come in here...

every night--

alone, I might add--

and you sit here,

and you study for hours.

And every night I wait on you,

and you don't even notice me.

How come?

It's not that I--

I mean, I noticed.

I mean, you-- You're--

- F***, I'm just trying

to get through this.

Friday night, and here you sit.

And I'm thinking either, one:

You know, you're just a total geek.

Or, two:
you don't have any friends.

And you don't

look like a geek, so, uh...

I was wondering

if you'd like to go...

uh, get some breakfast?

You don't even know me.

Oh. uh... I'm Christine.

- "You are?"

- Casey.

Casey. Casey. Okay, good.

Wait.

What?

Tell me, why is it

so f***ing difficult?

What?

This relationship.

Why is it so... difficult?

I'm busting my ass here...

"to be the perfect husband for you",

"and the harder I work",

the less you care.

I love you, and...

you care more about

your career than you care about me.

Casey, I do love you...

but you are boring

the sh*t out of me.

You are working so f***ing hard

to be what you think I want...

instead of giving me what I need.

Quit trying so hard.

Why don't you just be yourself?

I don't want

Fred MacMurray, Casey.

I want you.

You, the cocky,

determined guy, full of life.

-"Full of--"

- You wouldn't like who I am.

I married you!

I love you.

I don't want

to lose you, Christine.

Christine!

There is nothing in that case

but a pack of legal documents.

Maybe a box of condoms.

That's it.

[ "Phone Ringing" ]

Yeah?

I just want to know one thing.

What kind

of f***ing drugs are you on?

What?

I want to know what kind

of "f***ing drugs" you were on...

to make you think you could

bring f***ing smack into my house!

- That briefcase was locked, Case.

- Yeah? Sue me!

That wasn't very trusting

of you to go through my sh*t.

This ain't exactly me borrowing

your trading cards here, Beave.

You brought sh*t into my house!

Into my home!

Which I invited you

into as my f***ing guest!

You know what they did

in ancient Rome...

when a visitor violated

somebody's hospitality?

They cut off his dick and they

nailed it to the f***ing gate!

See, this is why

I didn't want to tell you.

I knew that you would have very

little enthusiasm for this deal.

I had a little business

to finish up in Houston,

and I wanted to tell you

"adios" face to face.

I want you to pedal your ass

back here, pick up your sh*t...

get the f*** out of my house.

No can do, buddy.

I appreciate your situation,

but I told you...

I got a little unfinished

business to take care of.

- So what?

- A little unfinished business.

If you're not

back here in 1 5 minutes,

you're going to have

to pick up your sh*t

And tell 'em what?

Your ex-partner

just happened to stop by...

with a basketful of goodies...

and you felt it was

your moral obligation

- I don't think so.

- Look, you lame piece of sh*t.

I am having

a little bit of trouble...

coming up with reasons not to blow

the back of your f***ing head off!

You're not sounding like

that happy little suburbanite

Don't forget.

Never can tell who's listening in.

Just watch my sh*t, Case.

I'll be back in a couple of hours,

I'll pick up

my bags and I'll split.

''Watch your sh*t''?

You're not

hearing me, Nick. get--

Sorry, case. time's up.

Gotta go.

Nick.

Nick!

Nick!

F***! F***! F***! F***!

"[ Reggae ]"

Say, man,

you got the wrong house.

I didn't order any pizza.

What?

I said you got the wrong house!

I didn't order the pizza!

This ain't your pizza, no?

No.

What kind is it?

Meat lover's.

I'll tell you what--

How much is it?

I'll buy if off you.

No, man. No can do, no?

You ain't ordered the pizza,

I can't sell it to you.

What are you going

to do with it, take it back?

I'm offering to buy it from you.

Tell you what...

I'll sell you this one if you

let me use your phone, yeah?

Deal.

Come on in.

You know what happens

if I pull this trigger?

- Do you?

- You repaint my ceiling.

Yeah, man.

You know why I'm here, yeah?

Collecting for D.A.R.E.?

Okay, you give me the sh*t,

and it's over real quick like.

Yeah.

Yeah. well, I hope you can swim.

-"I put it down the disposal."

- You put it in the drain?

Every milligram.

Okay.

Why you forcing me

to pain you now?

Look, motherf***er,

I don't have a clue...

"what's going on here",

and I really don't care.

Check it out, professor.

Why would you do such a thing?

I'm not a drug dealer.

I don't want that crap in my house.

This too much for me.

[ Dialing Phone ]

Yes, sir.

No, I'm here, man.

No, he don't have it.

Him put it in the sink, yo.

I checked.

"No", "man", "he straight-up done it."

Him say he don't want it

"in his house no more", "yeah?"

''No, I'm not a drug dealer.''

You sure, yeah? But--

"Yeah", "man."

"Yeah", "man."

Got it.

Sorry, man.

But you got to go.

Him doubly pissed

"now that you trashed it", "yeah."

I have a little favor to ask.

Favor?

I think I could use a little ganj.

Yeah, man.

- "[ Water Bubbling ]"

- "[ Lighter Flicking ]"

- Die.

- [ Laughing ]

Hydroponic, man.

Yeah.

"Oh", "yeah."

Feel that.

."[ Reggae ]"

You fond of music, man?

What?

You think I do this

'cause I like killing people, huh?

No-no.

Ga-ga music is my life, yeah.

"I have aspirations", "yeah."

That's what I do on the radio.

I'm this close to a record deal.

Then...

No more of the killing.

."[ Slow Reggae ]"

It's time, man.

Dog day, yeah?

I'm just helping you on

to the next life, you know.

[ Inhales Deeply ]

[ "Phone Rings" ]

"Yeah", "man?"

Marcia...

Can I call you back, yo?

I'm kinda into something.

Who?

In the office right now?

You want me to come down?

Over the phone.

No, man, the acoustics

would be lousy.

"Yeah", "yeah."

"You're the boss", "yeah."

Hey, grab the blue tape

now, and put it the box.

- Come on!

- You gotta be kidding me.

."[ Music Begins ]"

No. no. no.

Turn it way up. way up.

Can you hear it?

"Yeah", "man."

." Follow me."

- " Follow me "

- Every day mortality

" Writing in reality's

keepin' me awake now "

." Puttin'on"

the new me to work it.

It's like letting go of things

no choice but to forget

Pack up my nine and

I strap it to my waist, now

Smoke on the reefer

to keep my head straight

Smoke on the reefer

to keep my head straight

Talk to Jah for the lyrics

now they're coming from the crowd

A doper M.C.

I know will never be found

- Follow me

- Don't know what I'm watchin'

See, I know that I'm from

got to follow me

Sign him quick.

His value's about to go up.

I just love duct tape, don't you?

You're probably one of them morons

who call it ''duck'' tape.

Here's the situation, ganja boy:

You had no way of knowing...

That I was merely an innocent

bystander to all of this.

And you "did" share your stash.

I can appreciate this.

Not to mention the fact...

that I really

don't want to kill you.

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