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You f***ers!

PAY UP, MAURICE!

- What are you doing?

- I wanted to see you.

You can't just show up like this.

You can't stay here.

Did you miss me?

- Yes, but you don't understand...

- I do.

I understand that I need you.

Not here.

Alice?

Yes?

Your father wants you

to clean the trash cans.

He asked me to put them in the shed.

He's been a pain lately.

Don't hold it against him.

He's tired.

They're making him work

twice as hard

since they laid off

half of his co-workers.

That's awful.

It's not easy for him

after 30 years on the job.

That's for sure.

What are you doing?

Are you making fun of me?

What's wrong with you?

Are you crazy?

Didn't you like it?

That's not the point.

I like you.

You don't know how much.

I can't live without you.

- What did you say earlier?

- Never mind.

Do you think

I shouldn't have f***ed her?

- What are you doing with that?

- I need a lamp for my house.

Chance, do you think

I shouldn't have f***ed her?

Come on.

Tell me.

- Forget it.

- Tell me, I'm your buddy.

You don't want to tell me?

What's wrong?

I'm wondering what you really want.

You, for starters.

Do you want to do me?

Do you want a blow job?

If you want to.

Are you happy?

Does it relax you?

What?

After you come,

I can bring you a beer.

OK, stop.

What's your problem?

What's wrong?

It's you.

What did I do?

All those women you slept with...

I have nightmares about it.

Don't think about it.

It was a long time ago.

What can I do about it?

It hurts me so much

that I can barely sleep.

I'm crazy about you.

There is only you, you know.

Just you.

We're like a big family here.

You're my daughter's age.

I like working with people

who are on the same wavelength.

Call me Maurice. It'll be simpler. OK?

Come on,

I'll show you the workshop.

You'll like it.

See? We careen boats.

We remove the paint

and we repair them like new.

I told you to get out of here.

Come on.

I like you, you know?

I like you very much.

You're not shy,

you know what you want.

- Do you feel your daughter up?

- I'm sorry?

Aren't I the same age

as your daughter?

- So what?

- You're touching me...

I thought you were smart.

I don't find my future ex-boss

too brilliant.

- I don't like your tone.

- I'll explain.

I don't use my body

as an elevator, get it?

Let me make it clear.

If you want the job, lie down.

You piece of sh*t.

Who do you think you are, a**hole?

You better see a doctor.

Nothing to do with your balls.

You need to get all that sh*t

out of your head!

She was out of control.

I didn't know if I should f*** her.

- Losing her dad turned her on.

- Yeah.

If it has that effect,

she should lose him more often.

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