The Breed Page #2

- (Sara) You scared?|- No. Where is this?

- Oh! Got it! Got the fuse.|- Yeah.

- Should I put it in?|- Oh, God, yeah.

Eugh!

- Ok, here's the master switch.|- Ok, try it.

- Ready?|- Yeah... Yes!

(Matt coughs)

- You weren't supposed to find that.|- Why?

It's just a secret attic|for make-out parties.

(Laughs)

You were nine the last time|you came here, silly.

And?

I was a very early bloomer.

If everybody knew the Matt that I know,|it'd be so hard to keep you to myself.

No, it wouldn't.

Which room should we take?

The one farthest from my brother's?

Ideal.

Two years and it's still awkward.

I apologised to him a thousand times|about us, but he's still mad.

He's not mad, he's John.

Are you trying to fulfil|some adolescent fantasies?

I might be.

Uh-uh. There.

- A secret make-out party.|- Uh-oh.

It's on!

(Matt) You know you're gonna kill|yourself.

You'll never believe what I found|in the attic.

Ah.

Ah, the house flag.|We were such dorks.

At least one of us has changed, huh?

- That rope's gotta be 20 years old.|- It feels Ok to me.

John, really.|Hemp like that deteriorates.

I brought climbing rope with me.|You can string it with a Dynaloc.

Whoo!

- Once a brute, always a brute.|- (John) Whoo!

Sometimes it stuns me|that you two are related.

Usually people who live|on the edge like that die young.

Johnny wouldn't be caught dead dying.

It would make him look bad.

(Laughter)

What? All work and no play.

(Matt) You sound like Johnny.

Well, he wants you|to enjoy yourself too.

- Right.|- He does.

Remember when we were 13 and he|threw you your first boy-girl party?

- When your mum went out of town?|- I do.

And we played Truth or Dare

and watched, er... What was that called?

"Wild On lbiza"?

- And he dared you to kiss me.|- And I did.

Then I cried.

I don't think my male ego|ever recovered from that.

I think you're doing just fine.

- You think?|- Yeah...

Have fun, Ok?

- Did you ever...|- No.

We've been friends for a long time,|plus I got with too many of her girls.

- Too many! What's too many?|- For a chick, any is...

- Any is too many?|- Any is too many.

(Both) Hi!

- (Sara screams)|- Ok...

Whoa!

Nice shot, Robin Hood.|That's so white of you.

- You wanna give it a shot?|- What?

- (John) Do you wanna try?|- Er... no.

All right.

See? It's that easy.

You guys hear that?

(Rustling)

Oh, my God.

It's so cute.

Where is it from?

- You better leave that thing alone.|- (Matt) Can I see it?

(Puppy whines)

(All coo)

He just peed on you.

It's a boy.

- It can't be more than 8 or 9 weeks old.|- You go, Dr. Ruth.

(Sara) What kind of dog is that?

Well, it looks like a German Shepherd,|but he's big. Really big.

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