We Are Your Friends Page #5
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BUT IF YOU WERE TO SIGN THE DEED
A $20,000 REBATE
BUT IT'S WORTH $300,000.
YEAH, BUT THAT'S JUS A NUMBER, RIGHT?
I MEAN, IT REALLY
DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING.
YOU SEE, THAT NUMBER
DOESN'T MATTER
BECAUSE YOU'RE
IN FORECLOSURE.
SEE, YOU COULD LOSE YOUR HOUSE,
GET NOTHING,
WHAT WAS THAT?
WE JUST DID:
YOU JUST STOLE:
HER F***ING HOUSE.
NO, NO, NO, NO.
WE JUST MADE REAL F***IN' MONEY
REAL F***IN' MONEY.
FOR 500, 600 GRAND EASY.
SELL IT?
THIS GUY.
YOU GOTTA RELAX, KID.
I'M NOT TALKIN' ABOUT DOIN' I OVERNIGHT, ALL RIGHT?
F***, MAN!
HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY.
LISTEN.
EVERYBODY IS RESPONSIBLE
FOR THEMSELVES.
YOU GOT THAT?
YOU JUST WALKED IN THAT HOUSE,
YOU EARNED YOURSELF
A $15,000 BONUS.
EXPERIENCE IS SUB-PAR IN L.A.?
BECAUSE THE RESTAURANT STAFF
THEY CAN REMEMBER
THEIR LINES...
BUT THEY CAN'T REMEMBER
MY F***ING ORDER.
WELL, IT GO A GOOD REVIEW ONLINE.
OH, YES, THE HIGH-MINDED PEOPLE
THE HIGH-MINDED PEOPLE
OF THE INTERNE SPEAK HIGHLY OF YOU.
YEAH. SHOWS YOU
HEY.
HEY.
ANOTHER DRINK?
I CAN'T TALK
WHEN YOU'RE LIKE THIS.
OH, LIKE WHAT?
WHOA.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
WAIT, WAIT, WAIT. COME ON.
IT'S MY BIRTHDAY.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAN.
COME HERE, COME HERE, COME HERE.
YEAH.
TAKE THAT. TAKE IT,
TAKE IT, TAKE IT.
THANKS.
COLE?
IT'S SO GOOD, BABY.
IT REALLY IS.
I GOT IT.
NOW I HATE IT, TOO.
SOPH.
ALL RIGHT,
COLE AND I ARE GONNA EA THIS ENTIRE THING.
YOU ALWAYS DO.
YES.
IT'S A GOOD PHILOSOPHY.
IF EVERYBODY DID
WHAT THEY WANTED...
A HAPPIER PLACE.
YOU'RE NOT HAPPY.
YOU'RE DRUNK.
NO, NO, NO, STAY.
APPARENTLY THIS:
AND WE'RE GONNA CELEBRATE.
SOPHIE, COME ON,
LET'S HAVE A DRINK.
SOPHIE.
IS THIS THE PAR WHERE I GO REDEEM MYSELF?
COME ON.
YEAH!
SUMMERFEST.
CHEERS.
THIS COULD BE:
YOUR BIG LAUNCH, MAN.
GOT THEIR START AT SUMMERFEST.
I FEEL LIKE:
I GOTTA PISS.
JESUS! YOU BROKE
WOW.
YOU WERE RIGHT.
YOU REALLY SHOULDN' DRINK WHISKEY.
WHAT'S THAT?
HEY. ANSWER YOUR
F***IN' PHONE, COLE!
WHO IS THAT?
WHAT THE F***'S
YOUR PROBLEM?
SHE PROBABLY WANTS
YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE SH*T.
DID YOU F*** HER?
WHAT? F***!
DID YOU F*** HER?
AAH!
COME ON, GET UP.
YOU DON'T GIVE A SHI ABOUT HER, MAN.
AND YOU F***ED HER THA YOU KNOW SOMETHING I DON'T?
SHE LOVES YOU,
YOU LOSER.
OH, I'M A LOSER?
DRUG-DEALER FRIENDS AND NO CAR.
YOU'RE ALL TALK, MAN.
YOU THINK:
GOOD...
NOW YOU'RE JUS A DRUNK SELL-OUT...
COLLECTING A CHECK.
ABOUT ME.
THE THINGS:
WHAT ARE YOU,
23 YEARS OLD?
LONG ENOUGH:
TO UNDERSTAND THE MEANING
BUT AT SOME POIN IN YOUR LIFE,
THAT FINISH YOU.
AND THERE WON'T BE A DAMN THING
GOOD DAY, GENTLEMEN.
DUDE,
TO F***IN' HANGIN' OU WITH BURT REYNOLDS.
YOU LOOK LIKE:
I DON'T WANNA
TALK ABOUT IT.
F***ING DEPRESSING IN HERE.
NICE.
AFTER WE EAT,
WHOA.
SORRY ABOU SUMMERFEST, MAN.
I KNOW:
YOU WOULD'VE KILLED IT.
AT A FEW PLACES.
ENTRY LEVEL POSITIONS.
WAIT,
I DON'T KNOW.
DO YOU?
THERE'S A LOT MORE
LIKE,
MORE QUALITY STUFF?
YEAH, DUDE,
THIS IS F***IN' TEMPORARY.
AND IT'S NOT TEMPORARY.
WE'VE ALWAYS BEEN
THOSE GUYS.
I MEAN, COLE...
THAN THIS?
HOLLYWOOD HILLS,
NOT GRANADA HILLS.
IT'S A STEPPING STONE,
RESPECTIVE SITUATIONS.
COLE, COME HERE,
CHECK THIS SH*T OUT.
THIS RIGHT HERE.
IT'S YOUR STUDIO.
SOUNDPROOF THE WALLS.
WHO HAS EVERYTHING?
AND THIS...THIS IS ME.
OF COURSE.
YOU'LL ALL
THAT THERE'S
HUH?
TO MOVE OUT?
F***IN' MOVE OUT.
WITH SOME CRAIGSLIST.
HOW MUCH?
$750.
I NOTICED.
YEAH.
WELL, IT'S A FINDER'S FEE.
GREAT.
OKAY.
HUH?
ARE YOU CRAZY?
HERE YOU GO.
OH, DUDE,
B*TCHES.
GET IN,
THE WATER'S WARM!
DO A BACK FLIP,
SQUIRREL!
GET IN!
YEAH!
WE F***IN' MADE IT.
WE MADE IT.
BRING IT IN.
OH, MAN.
ON THAT...
DUDE,
I'M F***ING DYING HERE.
I'M LITERALLY DYING.
CHICKEN FIGHTS?
GET US ARRESTED, MAN.
IN THAT BATHROOM?
IT'S F***IN'
YO, SQUIRREL,
THAT I WAS WITH?
LEGEND LAST NIGHT.
SQUIRRELLY BIRD, I SALUTE YOU.
SQUIRREL. HEY, WHO WAS THA BLONDE B*TCH YESTERDAY?
REMEMBER?
HEY. WAKE UP.
YO, SQUIRREL.
OH, F***.
SQUIRREL. YO, COLE.
HE'S F***ING GRAY, DUDE.
WHAT?
HE'S COLD, MAN.
HIS F***IN' LIPS...
SQUIRREL, WAKE UP!
SQUIRREL!
MASE, WHAT'S THE ADDRESS?
YO, HE'S NO BREATHING, GUYS!
WHAT'S THE ADDRESS?!
HE'S NO F***IN' BREATHING!
I DON'T KNOW.
YOU DON'T KNOW
THE F***ING...?! F***!
OLLIE, OLLIE, HE'S NO F***IN' BREATHING, MAN.
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