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She's an excellent writer.

Well, this should be a lesson

for you and your sister.

Always wear seat belts.

If I hadn't been

wearing a seat belt,

you'd be standing over

a headstone right now.

Why didn't you just

leave Mom years ago?

I can't leave your mother.

She understands me.

This is humiliating.

Oh, I know.

For all of us.

Oh, you don't know

the half of it.

Well, then again, maybe you do.

This does contradict

your public image.

Yeah, not only that,

the other girl's parents are

suing me and the university.

All these young girls

throwing themselves at me,

you'd think your mother

would understand.

Keep it in your pants, Dad.

Don't blame Mom...

No, no, no.

I'm not blaming her.

I'm just saying

it's not all my fault.

What the...

Are you writing?

Yeah, I wanted to talk to you

about this publishing...

By the way, those bastards were just

waiting to tear apart your story.

They had it out for you.

They wanted to tear your story

apart right from the beginning.

It's just the way it is.

Sons of b*tches.

Anyway, I'm glad you made

it down here for this.

You've been off the radar

for quite a long time.

I look good here.

That's a damn good

picture of me.

I saw Dad today.

You know, if we had any sense,

we'd just leave him there to rot.

Have you seen Dad cry?

No. That's so random.

Why?

I don't know.

Just thinking.

Well, you shouldn't.

You already know

he's a f***ing prick.

Enough.

Whatever.

I'm going to

The Georgian's tonight.

You are?

Yeah. He's having a party.

Why don't you come?

I thought you hated him.

I do.

What?

Nothing.

That is how we

f***ing do it in Tbilisi.

Where's that?

Georgia.

The Republic of Georgia.

Oh, my cousin went

to Georgia Tech.

No, listen, where

Joseph Stalin is from.

Where the original

Santa Claus is from.

Where the most beautiful food

in the world...

What the f***, yo? Holy sh*t!

Fenton!

When did you get back in f***ing town?

Yesterday.

Oh, my God, it's been

a long time, yo.

How you holding up?

Oh, man, I'm good.

F***ing dad, though, huh?

Man after my own heart,

though. Huh?

F***, Fenton. Let's get

a f***ing drink!

Yes, please. Come on.

Holy sh*t! Fenton!

You got it, done.

Okay.

Hey. Trying to get a drink.

I see that

Maybe I'll just...

No?

Okay.

Hi. What are you doing?

Johnny, what's up, man?

What's up? What's up, dude?

Good to see you.

Can you hook me up

with some kind?

Sorry, boss. I'm off

duty tonight, all right?

Come on, man, please?

$150.

Dude!

I'm opening up

the chimney for you.

$150? Come on,

man, I can't.

Then I can't help you.

Have your parents put more money

in your checking account, yeah?

Want to help me out there or...

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