The Hotel New Hampshire Page #2

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F*** off, Frank!

Franny y John are out here fooling

around with each other again.

They're perverts.

You're a big fink, Frank!

- You fart! You're a turd in a birdbath!

- And you're a whore.

Stop! Stop this!

Stop that!

- Stop! Stop!

- Stop it!

Stop!

- Oh, sh*t!

- Come on, kids, knock it off!

- Come on, Goddam hold it!

- Stop it!

- Come on, hold it, kids!

- Stop that!

Hold it!

Hold it! Hold it, kids!

Franny, let go of him!

Now look at this.

Where do you hurt, kid?

She kick you in the nuts?

- You okay, Franny?

- She yelled but we could hear you.

Get some air.

You all right? You gonna be okay?

Breath easy. Breath.

Breath easy.

Do you know...

how this upsets your mother

and me?

How bad it is?

And your grandpa?

Lmagine that we fought all the time

and you had to live with it.

But do we, I mean, do your mother

and I fight? Do we?

Win.

Would you like it if we did?

Darling, I think we better take her

to the hospital.

Oh, Franny.

My baby.

Wanna see my stitches?

- Yeah.

- Look at this.

- You know what they look like?

- Pubic hairs.

What's a pubic hair?

They look gross.

- Sorry about your balls, Frank.

- Oh, they're okay.

- Sorry about...

- It's okay.

I'm sorry about everything.

Oh, Sorrow, come on.

Get off my bed.

Why do we like each other more

than we like Frank?

I don't know, we just do.

We always will. Frank is weird.

- Yeah, but he's our brother.

- So what?

You're my brother. That's not

why I like you.

Why do you like me?

I don't know. I just do.

- Get off! Get off!

- It's Frank!

Come on, you mud-f***er. You heard

the man, hump it! Hump it!

You love mud puddles,

don't you?

- Put it in a boy's ass is as disgusting.

- Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it!

- Well! Look who's here.

- Leave him alone!

Your brother likes boys.

- Don't you, Frank?

- So what?

Stop it!

Hey, no harm done.

I wanna talk to you.

Alone.

Oh, well, sure.

That's possible.

Right now.

Yeah, well, right now.

- Sure.

- Let Frank go.

Yeah, we'll let Frank go. Right, boys?

We were just going to anyway.

I just wanna talk to him,

that's all.

Just talk.

You rat a**hole!

You could've been so nice but you had

to be such a sh*t of a human being.

I hate you.

You son-of-a-b*tch!

Leave me alone!

Ow, you make me sick!

You know you like me.

Come on!

- Thank you.

- Thank you both.

Oh, you're welcome.

- I really am queer, you know?

- I know.

It's okay, Frank.

Dear.

- I love you.

I know you do and I love you.

I wanna tell you something.

You know that school where I teach

may not be good but it's gonna grow.

- So?

- So...

- We're gonna make some money.

- How?

I'll show you.

The Thompson female seminary

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