Kicking and Screaming Page #3

Don't you sometimes wish

there was another position in sex?

Just something else to do.

Hey, Grover.

Worst-case scenario after graduation.

Ding.

Jane dumps me to move to Prague.

I spend the rest of my life with you idiots.

That was more of a yield at that stop sign.

I broke. Thanks.

No. It was more of a yield.

Flight 368 to Chicago now boarding at Gate 7.

Look at him.

- What's in Milwaukee?

- Your graduate school.

Your, uh -What does he study?

- Uh, mechanical engineering, I think.

- Mechanical engineering. Right. Go.

- I hate readjusting my watch.

- Don't check your bags. They'll just lose them.

God! I hate fooling with the watch!

Oh, I can't change my habits.

I'll be sleeping all day, awake all night.

- It's Milwaukee.

- It's only an hour's difference, Otis. You won't even notice.

Yeah, I'll be hungry at 5:00.

I'll be ready for the local news at 4:00.

This is useless. We just have to walk away

like mothers in nursery school.

Bye, Otis.

Well, that settles Otis.

What I used to be able to pass off

as just another bad summer...

could now potentially

turn into a bad life.

Ah. The fan.

The trusty fan.

Everyone brings this to school,

uses it for about three or four days...

and then shoves it in the closet

for the remainder of the semester.

I use that fan all the time.

All the time.

Oh. Okay. Cool.

- Kudos, Miami!

- Hi, Friedrich.

Well, you are looking lovely

this semester.

More appropriate for a runway

than these environs.

- F***!

- What are you doing here?

Well, what is wrong with this picture?

Some explaining?

I thought you graduated.

Yeah, I did.

I'm just helping Miami move in.

- Uh-huh.

- Actually, I might be living around here.

- Mm-hmm. Oh, yes. Uh-huh.

- I haven't decided yet. I've got all these decisions.

Hey, Jacob. How are you?

Jesus.

God, I have that horrible song

stuck in my head.

Hum something

so I can get rid of it.

I don't know that.

Hum something else.

Who the hell bought black-eyed peas?

Hi, Grover. It's Dad. Call me.

I'm in Boston at the Greenbergs.

Did you see the Knicks/Bulls

exhibition on Saturday?

Call me there to discuss.

- I just spent my last 20 on groceries.

- You're poor.

Yeah. Since graduation,

I'm poor, you're rich.

- We are no longer equal.

- But my parents are rich.

- You know what I wish?

- Mmm.

- I wish we were just going off to war.

- Hmm.

Or retiring.

I wish I was just retiring...

after a lifetime of hard labor.

Mmm! Mmm!

- Get down.

- Why?

Get down! It's a cookie man.

The guy who goes door-to-door selling cookies.

I saw him earlier in the neighborhood.

He is so hard to say no to.

Just stay down.

I can't handle him.

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