Dread Page #2
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- Year:
- 2009
- 108 min
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They had to sew her up with frigging twine.
I was 10.
On that day, I vowed to never have kids.
Can we stop?
It turned out there was a worm,
and it had crawled up there
when I was swimming in the lake
by my grandparents' house.
And my pubes,
they started to grow this cheese.
I think we have everything we need.
You know we've had
five classes together. Five.
And this is the first meal we've ever shared.
Well, it's not really a meal.
That's more like a botanical garden.
I'm sorry if I offend you with my roughage,
Mr. Triple Bypass.
- So good.
- I just don't like meat.
Your burger
makes me want to vomit.
Gross. That's lovely.
First meal. Two years.
To be honest, you know, you're probably
one of the people I talk to the most.
Wow. You're such a loser.
What's up?
It's not good enough.
It's a start.
But, "I'm scared of spiders,"
"I'm scared of clowns,"
"I'm scared of Mickey f***ing Mouse. "
Who cares?
Relax.
I don't believe in anything.
Do you set that thing
to tell you when to take a sh*t?
- Give me the f***ing thing.
- No.
...been like ghosts.
Give me the f***ing watch, Stephen.
- I'm not...
- Give me the watch.
- Hey, hey! Wait.
- God. What up, you two? Come on.
You f***ing a**hole.
Stop!
Interview me.
What?
I want to sit.
I grew up in a small town
in upstate New York.
My mom worked at the local supermarket,
and my dad...
And my dad worked at the...
At a meat-packing plant
about 20 miles outside of town.
and supply our markets
with corn-fed organic beef.
And he'd work late.
And by the time he'd get home,
my mom would always be asleep.
I'd lay there on my pillow
and listen to the sound of his boots
walk to my bedroom door.
I don't know if my mother
just pretended not to know
what the f*** was going on
or if she was just too weak.
You don't... You don't need to do this.
But...
What I remember the most about it
was the way...
The way his flesh smelled
when he'd come home from work.
This heavy, metallic smell
that would follow him home from the plant,
like warm blood on the grass,
cold fat in the freezers.
at a piece of meat now,
let alone think about eating it.
Looks like I'll be taking iron supplements
for the rest of my life, huh?
That's what I'm talking about,
some f***ing, honest-to-God trauma!
Yeah? I showed you mine,
now you show me yours.
Come on, Quaid.
How'd your parents f*** you up?
I just don't want...
Hey. I'm gonna go ahead and stay the night.
I've already missed the last train.
Wake up. Stephen, he's in the house!
Quaid, Quaid, Quaid, what is it?
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