Run, Fat Boy, Run Page #3
- Year:
- 2007
- 76 Views
- Time travellers.
- Where were you?
My whole night
was just screwed, man...
front of Libby's new boyfriend.
Oh, she didn't tell me
she has a new boyfriend.
What's he like?
Handsome, well-off, friendly.
He's like Peter Perfect
out of Wacky Races...
and he runs marathons.
- Why?
- Exactly.
Well, look, my only
serious relationship ended...
in a broken collarbone
and a dead meerkat...
so I may not be the best person
in the world to give advice...
but you have been trying
to get through to Libby...
for five years now...
so maybe you should let her go.
Yeah,
but what is her problem?
Dennis, you left her
at the altar...
when she was pregnant.
But that was ages ago.
Well, women remember that stuff.
Look, if there's anything else
I can do to help...
just let me know.
Well, actually, I am
a little bit behind in my rent.
I was wondering if you had
Oh, I love you. I really do.
I needed that actually.
That's great. Thank you.
I'll see you later.
How about this one?
I bet you can't do it.
- I can do a big one.
- Go on.
Look, look, look, look, look.
That was a good one.
Yeah.
Listen.
gettin' you arrested yesterday.
That's all right.
Most universities
don't even look...
at things
like that these days.
Hey, another one.
As far as I'm concerned,
what else do you have?
- Oh, she was great.
- Yeah, well, she is--
Ooh!
- Shh.
- Sorry.
Um, but, yeah, so I think--
Do you want to hear a secret?
Absolutely.
There's a girl in my class
called Emily.
Well, I'm sure
that's not a secret.
about her.
She looks like a tree frog.
She what?
She looks like a tree frog.
That's not
a very nice thing to say.
I like tree frogs.
Oh, yeah?
More than hobbits?
I see.
I really feel
we can make a life together.
Wait, that sounds like something
Whit would say.
He did say it.
- What? To Mom?
- Yes.
What a shithead.
Dad!
Sorry.
Listen, I'm really glad
you were such a big boy...
about not gettin'
into the whole...
Lord of the Rings thing,
you know?
That's OK.
Whit's got us front row seats
for tomorrow...
so it's even better.
What a shithead.
Dad!
Well.
# Ah, yeah #
# Oh, yeah #
# I'm up
# And I'm watchin'
# He's down on the street #
# And he's tryin' hard
to pull sister Flo #
# Oh, my heart's
in the basement #
# My weekend's
at an all-time low #
# 'Cause she's hopin' to score #
# So I can't see her
letting him go #
# You betcha #
# Oh, yeah #
# Uh-huh #
Deliveries are downstairs.
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