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you know.

We can go see the polar bears after,

if you want.

Hey, it's not about me,

honestly.

- Do what you want.

- Yeah.

Okay, it's just up here

a little bit more.

Here?

That don't look like

no Rosie Perez to me.

That's your idea of Rosie Perez?

No, f***.

That's, like, her mother

or f***ing aunt or something.

That's-ah, jeez.

No, no, it's okay.

No, no, no, it's okay.

No, don't.

Don't-it's okay.

No, it's okay.

Do you want a date?

No.

No, thank you.

No?

No, uh...

Is your daughter working today?

My daughter?

Or-or your niece?

Looks like Rosie Perez?

Do you want head?

No, thank you.

Maybe some time later.

Awesome, but thank you.

You see?

That's the sort of luck I have.

I finally get the nerve

to come down here, and-sh*t.

What?

Is your daughter working?

What?

I was perfectly cordial.

How much money you got?

I already told you,

60 bucks.

Give me $50.

Why?

Just do it.

Oh, motherfuck!

Hey, sugarpuss.

Say, my young friend here,

he got so excited at the sight

of your sweet face

and your-your hot body,

that he-

well, he threw a little party

in his pants.

So, I figure

he owes you this.

Okay, fine.

Yo, what the f*** was that?

Is getting hookers

really what you want to do

with your last day on Earth, huh?

Well, what am I supposed to do, like,

f***in' find that special someone,

settle down, have a family?

Now what are you doing?

Am I gonna have to take my seatbelt off?

Get out.

Now take a look around.

What?

Just around.

Well, we live in a sh*t hole.

I already knew that, Reuben.

It's not a sh*t hole.

It's home.

It's where we live.

Don't you feel anything

when you look at this, Andy?

Yeah, sure.

Anger, depression, hepatitis.

Come here.

- Get up there.

- What?

Get up on the hood of the car.

- Why?

- Just do it.

Ah, f***.

What do you see?

A sh*t hole from a slightly

higher perspective.

Try taking a harder look,

funny man.

What do you see?

Ugly street...

ugly ass f***ing buildings.

That's you, Andy.

That's you out there.

Almost everything

that ever happened to you

happened right here,

right here in this city.

Right?

Yeah, right.

Get down.

Jesus.

What are you,

Fred Dryer?

Buckle up.

I just can't believe you.

You don't care

about anything...

or anyone.

Isn't there somebody out there

that you want to look at

one last time, huh?

Say good-bye to?

What, did you want to go see

Mom's gravestone

or meet my f***ing deadbeat dad?

Or we-you want to watch

an ex-girlfriend

chuck a plate

at my f***ing head?

Come on, Andy,

now, there must be somebody.

I don't know.

Maybe we could go see my grandma.

Where's Grandma?

East.

Great.

We have to head that way anyway.

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