I Know What You Did Last Summer Page #2

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With the first of three children...

[Laughs]

[Grunts]

Before you head off

to rehab.

And then we can live

happily,

blah, blah, blah.

[Julie]

Ray? Ray?

Where'd you go?

[Footsteps approaching quickly]

[Ray] I'm gonna hook you!

[Screams, laughs]

Hey, ray, you don't really

believe all that crap, do you?

That's true.

Please, the hook is

really a phallic symbol.

Oh, really?

Yeah, ultimately castrated.

[Giggles] God, I'm gonna

miss you.

You don't have to.

You can always ditch this Boston thing,

and, uh, come

to New York with me.

Yeah, well, we can't all sit in a

village coffeehouse and ramble

esoterically on our laptops.

There just isn't

enough room.

See, nobody gets me the way you do.

I understand your pain.

Precisely.

I hate this. I really hate this.

You're gonna go off, and you're

gonna fall for some head-shaven,

black-wearing, tattoo-covered,

body-piercing philosophy student.

That sounds attractive.

And I'll never see you again.

Hey!

Did you know the success rate of high

school sweetheart relationships...

Is higher than any other type

of relationship?

Yeah?

Cite your source.

Are you sure?

Kings and queens

from a fortress

of sheets

watch tv

they may hear us

in magazines

Okay, man, but give me the keys.

You're-you're toast.

Whose car is this?

N-nobody drives my car but me.

I-I-I know, baby.

Um, but the croaker queen

has to get home now.

Thank you.

Hey, you two.

Give me my f***in' keys.

You're trashed, pal.

All right. Come on.

Come ride in the back with me.

I'll let you do things to me.

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Nobody drives my car but me.

You got that, sh*t smear?

Loud and clear.

Get in the car.

[Car radio, indistinct]

[Laughter]

[Helen]

Here. Jesus!

You can't drive for sh*t,

you know that?

- God.

- Can you say "alcoholic"?

How are the reasons

pushed through

the sound track

All right, what the hell is this crap?

[Presses button]

[Raucous drumbeat, loud rock]

[Yells]

[Screams]

Yeah!

- Barry.

- [Continues screaming]

- Hey!

- You a**hole!

What's wrong with you?

Watch out!

[Tires screeching]

[Helen] What was that?

[Ray] I don't know.

[Julie] Is everybody okay?

[Moans]

[Ray]

I think it was an animal.

[Helen]

God, you're bleeding!

It's not mine.

It must've been a dog or something.

Jesus Christ,

my f***in' car!

You f***!

Can't you see where you're goin'?

Look, it-it came out of nowhere.

I didn't see it!

A dog couldn't have done that.

Yeah, well, a f***in' deer could.

Look, you dropped your bottle.

I was just trying to--

my dad is going to freak.

Barry, it was an accident.

Leave him alone.

Where is it?

If it was a deer, then where is it?

[Ray]

Look, m-maybe it ran off.

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