Eight Days a Week Page #3
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- 1997
- 92 min
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to college in the fall.
I'm not going to college so I can be
a jerk with a degree...
...who assistant-manages
a Burger King.
"Would you like fries with that, please?"
No way.
- So you're just gonna give up?
- Yep.
- And I suppose you want me to give up too?
- Exactly.
You gotta become comfortably numb.
You can't let anyone
or anything disappoint you.
You gotta be self-sufficient.
I mean, look at me.
Do I need a girl like Erica? No.
Since you're gonna be here all summer,
mind if I use your mailing address?
- What for?
- I sent away for something...
...and I don't want my mom
to accidentally open it.
So I figured you'll be out here,
you can intercept it before anyone gets it.
- okay, I guess.
- Yes.
Hey. But admit it...
...sometimes you wish
you had a girlfriend.
No way.
Blockbuster, Domino's Pizza...
...Rosy Palm and her five friends...
...are all I need
Maybe if you're 14.
okay, you do have a point.
Sometimes I do need to spice up
my love life a little bit.
I'd like you to meet
my date for the evening, Peter.
You know, I read in Barely Legal
magazine about this guy...
...he got off humping fruit.
You're a sick puppy.
The sun is gonna make it
nice and warm.
Just like the real thing.
Well, what about the seeds?
Come on. I'm not gonna go down on it.
I amused myself
by watching the neighborhood.
Life is my TV.
And it was a little more interesting
than network television.
There was Mr. Mays.
for the CIA or the FBI.
he comes home...
again and again...
...to make sure he's not being followed.
There's a kid on the street
that's a pyromaniac.
Matt made sure his parents
had left him alone in the house.
Bye, guys.
He then went to the upstairs bathroom
to make amore with his watermelon.
And the guy across the street.
I forget his name.
But he seems so sad.
His wife has cancer.
for a breath of fresh air every day.
It's a good thing Erica isn't around.
I got a woody watching Ms. Lewis
work out to Buns of Steel.
And pull. And pull. And pull.
Mr. Mays put in a second lap.
The crazy lady next door
eats her dinner in the car.
I was dismayed to see history
repeating itself.
Maybe Matt is right.
Some people are born
with the a**hole gene...
...and some of us aren't.
There was nothing much happening
to keep me amused at night.
At about 10, I saw Matt go out
to the upstairs balcony.
If he had been in there all that time...
...that watermelon now had
more holes in it than a Wiffle ball.
Only the crazy lady was out.
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