Daydream Nation Page #2

- I know what roofies are.

- How, uh.... old are you?

- I'm not gonna answer that.

- Thirty... five?

Thirty-four?

- Ballpark, yeah.

- A babe in the woods.

Anyway...

I wanted to let you know

you're not alone.

Here's my paper.

- Just point your foot and kick it.

Just... don't be like a pansy.

Oh!

- Ooh. Sh*t.

- F***!

- You okay?

- Ah...

Yeah. Yep. Yeah.

- Pretty smooth, huh?

- I don't even like skateboarding.

- Yeah, well,

you should go walk it off.

- Oh, uh, are you...?

Can I walk it off with you?

So, um...

... do you even remember meeting me

at that party?

- Of course I do.

I'm really sorry about--

- Oh, yeah, no, it's...

it's okay.

So...

... Miss Wexler...

- Mm-hmm.

- What do you think

of our fine town this far?

- Um... Mm.

- Well, we're waiting.

- I think

it's a stupefyingly friendly place

full of wholesome, God-fearing,

gun-bearing... folk.

- It's not all that bad.

Just gotta give people a chance.

- Are you... are you high?

There's more incest in this town

than in an Atom Egoyan film.

- Who?

- I said there's a lot of incest here.

- Ah, yes.

Incest.

A game the whole family can play.

- Uh, I... I should go.

- Yeah. Well...

As always, it was a treat

having you on the program, Miss Wexler.

- Bye.

- Until next time!

- Okay.

The first time I met Thurston,

he approached me at a party,

trying his best to be charming.

And then I guess

things went wrong for him.

He believed

he was the unluckiest person alive.

- How was school today, Lily?

- The kids in my class are stupid.

- How was school today, Lily?

- The kids in my class are stupid.

- I doubt that.

- Tyler Jenkins can't even read.

- The Jenkins are crackers.

- Watch your French, Thurston.

I'm sure Tyler's trying.

- Mom,

he is a cracker.

He has six toes.

- I'm sure there's some advantage

to that, like maybe swimming.

Thurston?

- Oh... God, no.

- Ahem. I dunno...

- Thurston...

- No, don't.

Don't...

- It's not your fault.

- Well, I... I'm not doing the dishes.

Thomas.

I love you more than oxygen.

Please come rescue me

from these fools.

- Hi, Mr. A.

- Caroline.

- Can I come in?

- No.

- The mat says "welcome."

- I hate that mat.

- You know, there's a serial killer

running around with a white suit on.

- You really shouldn't joke

about things like that.

- You're the one who won't let me in.

I might die.

Thanks.

Very nice.

- Thank you.

- Who's this?

- Ah, that's my wife.

- Where is she?

- She's in the other room.

- Oh.

- Yeah, we're crazy in love.

It's wonderful.

- Um... I should... leave.

- I'm kidding. It's my sister.

That's why she looks like me

with long hair.

- Funny.

- Caroline... to tell you the truth,

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