Sleepaway Camp III: Teenage Wasteland Page #4

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Party all night!

Teenage wasteland!

Why did I think this year

would be any different?

That was the best burger

I have ever eaten.

- Sounds like it.

- Mine, too.

- Thanks for cooking, Tony.

- Yeah, thanks Tony.

No problem.

Well, I've got to

go to the latrine.

Nothing against your

burgers, Tony.

Tony, why don't

you go with her?

- No, I'll be alright.

- Maybe so.

But I don't want

you going by yourself.

Go ahead.

Fine.

God.

Tony's escort service.

Can you believe that

about Barney's son?

- God, I know.

- God.

If I had known all that

had happened,

I would never

have come here.

- Would you have?

- No way.

This place gives

me the creeps.

Yeah.

But I'm glad to

be out of L.A.

Hey, did you hear that?

- What?

- Something in the woods.

No.

Now come on.

Give me the flashlight.

Hey, who the hell's out there?

Who is it?

Who is it?

What do you want?

Stop it.

Batter up.

I'm not very active

in the morning

until I've had my coffee.

Is it almost done?

Riff. Riff.

Riff, please turn

the music down.

You scared the

sh*t out of me.

Sorry.

It's an old habit.

What are you

doing here?

I'm supposed to switch with

someone from this group.

Herman said so.

He wasn't supposed to...

He's always screwing up.

So who's like, the shithead

you're supposed

to switch with?

You.

That's f***ing great.

Hey, how old

are you, anyway?

- Seventeen.

- Oh. You look older.

I know.

When I was young,

our town's water supply

didn't have any fluoride.

Hey, how come there's

only two tents?

The other one

got sort of wrecked.

It was pretty wild

here last night.

- Alright.

- That tent's yours.

I think Peter and Snowboy

are in there right now.

Anybody home?

There's no one in here.

You b*tch!

That hurt.

Don't you ever...

You're a Gemini,

and a Cancer...

Aries.

I'm a Libra.

Now that we know each

other's signs... Maria!

Come join us.

I call this our

sharing and caring time.

For instance,

what's your favorite movie?

- E.T.

- That's nice.

Bobby, what's yours?

I like movies that make

America look great.

Like...

Like Rambo Part 3.

Great film.

Cindy, what's your

favorite movie?

Oh, I don't know.

Ones with really

good acting,

like Gone with the Wind,

or The Carebears.

How about it, Riff?

Ones with tits and blood.

Well...

What I want

to know is why

we have to keep listening

to these stupid rap tapes.

I mean, who likes

that stuff anymore?

- F*** you.

- Riff, now--

I mean, rap is a hell

of a lot better

than that country sh*t.

I never said

I liked country.

I'd rather see that than a bunch

of darkies who can't sing.

- B*tch.

- Riff.

You dirty n*gger.

Riff, stop it!

Stop it right now!

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