Ghost Team One Page #2

and we would appreciate your insight

into this whole ghost thing.

So just, you know,

if you wanna come over anytime,

you could totally help us out.

I mean, I'm in.

- Yeah, I would love that. Yeah.

- Wow, all right.

Yeah, so, thank you so much.

It was amazing.

And then I'll see you guys soon,

- and we'll do...

- Yeah, just...

You know, you know where we live.

All right, thanks.

- Thanks, it was a really fun night.

- Bye.

Yeah, it was.

Bye.

I'm still not clear

what she was doing back there with you.

She was f***ing snorting llello, bro.

What do you think she was doing?

- Were you doing that, Brad?

- Of course not, Becky!

You think I'm gonna stoop that low?

- No.

- Of course not!

- You did, huh?

- That's kinda bad.

- No! Serge, shut up.

- You did.

I f***ed her.

Yeah.

- Let me just see these...

- Don't be a dick!

- Come cuddle with me.

- No, no.

- Yeah, yeah!

- No. Let's make a sex tape.

Be my boyfriend. Baby, wait.

I'll bring you some breakfast, all right?

Sergio's room. Sh*t.

I'm Chuck. I'm sober. F*** you.

Hey, it's Chuck.

So... I...

It's really hard going through

what I'm going through

and living with two dipshits.

The one, who looks

just as Mexican as the other one,

points out to me that he's Puerto Rican

and, like, tells me specifically.

How the f*** am I

supposed to know that?

All you guys do is cook Mexican food

and talk Mexican to each other.

Does a racist have

a black drug dealer named "Tug"?

No.

Who I haven't seen in weeks.

- What's this?

- Hey, Chuck.

Why the f*** are you filming me?

Someone took a sh*t in our sink.

No, I think those are brownies.

- Yeah, brownies?

- F***.

Yeah, I know what sh*t smells like.

Who the f*** is that?

Good morning, neighbor.

The noise level last night was...

Here's my theory, okay?

One of your pothead friends

decided to let his ass loose in our sink,

and instead of cleaning it up,

one of you two fuckwads

covered it up with a plate.

Am I right? Am I close?

I wouldn't jump to conclusions.

Damn it. Motherf***er!

Hi. We'd just like to talk to you about...

Did you sh*t in my sink?

If I ever see you here again,

I'm gonna kill your friend.

- God damn it!

- Sorry, Chuck.

Shut the f*** up! You guys can have

your f***ing parties, all right?

I'll go to my mom's house,

I'll play f***ing Jenga.

Whatever! Okay?

But...

I just want a certain amount

of respect when I get home.

Jesus f***ing Christ!

Did you hear what the... Tits.

- Hi!

- Hey!

How are you? Hi.

- Hey!

- Hi.

I'm sorry I didn't call,

but I didn't got your guys' numbers.

- It's not too early, right?

- No, no.

- Of course not.

- No, no, no. Not at all.

- Have you seen the ghost?

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