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don't like talking to me?

What do you want?

I just want to say

I'm sorry, that's all.

- Oh, you were a part of that?

- No, but they're my friends.

- The guys who did it.

- Nice friends you have.

Well, better to

have no friends at all?

Honestly? Yeah.

Yeah, it is. Yeah.

You know that's why you

get so much sh*t, right?

The way you act like

you're smarter than everyone.

Well, I don't torment

people I don't know.

- I thought you said you didn't care.

- I'm talking about Troy.

Since you can't apologize

to him for this morning,

I guess apologizing to me

is enough to make yourself

feel better, right?

You know what?

I was really wrong.

You're definitely

not smarter than us.

And why is that?

Because Troy was my friend.

How'd you know Troy?

Are you apologizing to me now?

No.

You really don't care

what people think, do you?

No.

- That's a nice trick.

- Thanks.

I studied in the far East.

Maybe you could

show me how it's done.

Step one:

years of ridicule.

What if I start

by sitting next to you?

It's probably not a good idea.

I'll take my chances.

- How do you eat that stuff?

- This?

Pretty much in the standard way.

You know, if I ate that every day,

I'd have a big, fat ass.

Is that your greatest fear?

No, but...

... it's my mom's greatest wish.

- That you be fat?

- No. Just fatter than her, anyway.

Sounds healthy.

Is it true that you found Troy?

- Why?

- I'm just...

- ...wondering what really happened.

- Just wondering?

You want me to tell you

a bunch of gory details, is that it?

It's impossible

trying to talk to you.

You know,

I read this statistic

that the average kid

sees something like...

...10,000 dead bodies

on TV before he turns 18.

Is that what it was like?

Like TV?

No.

It was nothing

like that at all, really.

How'd you know Troy?

Listen, Dean, I should

have asked you this...

Jesus! Crystal, just suck

his dick, why don't you?

- Billy.

- Did you ask him?

- Ask me what?

- Both of you guys get out of here, OK?

Oh. I don't

think she asked him.

Ask me what?

What are they talking about?

Here's the deal, psycho.

Troy has something we need,

and since you guys were

such good butt- buddies,

you're gonna go get it for us.

Get what?

Crystal, what's going on?

Pills, dipshit.

Pills, go get us the pills

and maybe I won't

have to kick your ass.

Crystal, you were right.

I'm really not as smart

as I thought I was.

I really believed you, you know?

- Wait, Dean...

- You were right about something else.

It's not that

I don't like talking.

No. It's just that

I don't like talking to you.

When I am designing

a family room,

or an outdoor seating area,

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