Perfect Life Page #2
Let us start.
I can't lose.
So you are thinking about
going into medicine?
Sure.
I could lose an entire weekend
in my dad's medicine cabinet.
Where the hell do you think
you are going?
Relax.
It's a shortcut.
Shortcut, my ass!
I'm going to spend
all the money I can,
which my family has made
over the last 300 years.
Are you serious?
Cross my heart and hope to die.
Yeah?
And also marry Anne,
and make her my princess.
I'll get my girl
once I get my Benz.
Oh, and my 911 Porsche
with 33-inch tires.
A Ferrari...
Your dad is going to have to mow
a million lawns for that sh*t.
Shh!
There she is.
(Dance music playing)
Oh, boy.
a couple of fraternity pledges
the roof of the Chem Lab
into a nearby dumpster.
Crazy kids.
Their parents
must have given them peyote.
I understand Freddy's need
to submit himself
rights,
but I would assume
that you would mock
that sort of behaviour.
You should know,
my dear sweet Anne,
why this is important to me.
Freddy.
I'm going to class,
but I just--
about rethinking
this whole fraternity thing.
Plant all you want,
but my fields are barren,
as far as growing any kind of
deep thoughts are concerned.
The sad thing is that
I can't get
a read on Anne lately.
She seems so distracted.
I need to make my move,
you know?
I need to do something
so bold
that it will be impossible
for her to ignore.
Well, sh*t, man,
what's the rush?
It has only been, what?
Ten years?
Do you ever wonder about
Jack and Freddy?
In what way?
Are they really just
a couple of homos,
f***ing with our minds?
(Laughing)
You can answer that last one,
seeing as how you are
Jack's current conquest.
Conquest implies
he had to fight to get me.
What the f*** are you doing?
That's cat food!
The brothers need dip,
pledge.
Fine.
Well, in that case...
(Laughing)
Not to sound like
a total slut,
which is so hard
because I'm one,
but I would not mind
being the meat
on a Jack and Freddy sandwich.
A little rich man,
poor man action, you know?
I think you need to
think real hard about
what it is that you need
in a relationship.
Otherwise, someone is just going
to end up getting hurt.
Wow.
You are such
an uptight b*tch.
Can't you take off the halo
for one second?
You want to see the horns?
(Laughing)
Don't f*** with Jack.
It's too bad
we don't have any salt.
It's not a problem, man.
(Urinating)
Are you hot?
No, man, I'm just fat.
What about
that girl over there?
The one with the nipples
that could cut glass.
Those are nipple rings.
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