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- There won't be a next time.
-That's what you said last time.
Dude, I'm not your mom or anything,
but shouldn't you go easy on the partying?
-Dude...
I've got these babies to keep it real, okay?
Don't you worry about it. It'll keep pumping,
and I'll do the humping, right?
What are we talking about?
- So?
-I'm still in the kiddie club.
No! What happened?
- I wanted to wait.
-For?
The right moment.
Man, you should go for it.
Really? Okay.
Hi, your attention, please.
All alien babes are free to roam
about the cabin. Feel free.
Funny.
You know, I don't really know
what I saw the other night.
When I was a kid, I believed
that something else existed, you know?
A unicorn in the forest,
It probably was my imagination.
I was kind of hammered.
Hey, man, I'm sorry things didn't work out
with you and Lilly.
Whatever.
You get it.
Come in.
Luke Callahan?
- Amanda?
-Let's make this easy on both of us.
- Why didn't you call?
-Luke, I need you to come with me.
Detective Kirk needs to have
a few words with you.
Okay.
Give me a sec.
No way.
No way, you and her?
Mention it to anyone and you're a dead man.
This is a crime scene, not a keg party.
You heard the man.
No indication of a struggle.
Anyone for a little ring toss?
Watts, take over.
- Holy sh*t!
-There's nothing holy about that sh*t.
Callahan, you come with me.
Come on, PUPPY-
I just saw him last night.
A lot of people saw him last night,
sports fan.
Bobby left the party with someone.
It looked like they were about to hook up.
Please, don't keep me in suspense.
Her name was Lilly Vincent.
Where were you last night, Luke?
- Me?
-Yeah.
I went to the party for a little while.
Then I wanted to go for a drive...
but it didn't happen.
Why did you leave?
I'd had enough.
- People said you were pretty upset.
-People?
Heard about a little shoving match, too.
- That was nothing.
-You hit girls a lot, do you?
- Of course not.
-Yeah.
Why don't we go someplace
and warm up a bit? Hop in, puppy.
Hey, move it!
Detective, I didn't kill Bobby.
But the other night,
I did see something that was unbelievable.
Unless it's your alibi,
I don't want to hear about it.
- No. You have to listen to me.
-No, you have to listen to me.
See, I got you hitting on Bobby's girlfriend,
picking a fight with the deceased...
clocking a co-ed...
leaving the party in a jealous rage...
and at the scene of the crime
at the estimated time of death.
Bingo!
Finally.
- How's business, Doc?
-it's dead. Competition's killing me.
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