The Land Page #2

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Alright, I'm running late.

Bye, guys.

- Mom, I get no kiss?

- You just make sure

your sister goes to school.

- It's gonna be sunny today.

Oh, sh*t!

- Man, check this out.

- Sh*t. Yo!

I don't know if we're just allowed

to be walking through here, bro.

This has gotta be

private property.

- Boobie, stop being a b*tch.

- Damn, bro, this sh*t is weird!

- Alright, let's go, pussies.

What you got, c?

Uh!

Whoo! Whoo!

F***ing c, bro!

Cisco's killin' 'em

on the f***in' low.

- This is suicide.

- Hey, you wanna

get sponsored, right?

- Cisco, bro! I'm rolling!

Cisco, you're insane, bro!

- Good!

- Guys, I totally got that...

- Oh, sh*t! Cops! Cops!

- Hey! Hey!

Hey, don't-don't move!

Hey!

- Stop, stop, stop, stop!

Get off me!

Hey! What the f***?

- Yo, is that Brent?

- Yeah.

- Thought he dropped out.

- What you want my

real name for?

Just call me Patty cake.

We gotta make some money.

- Well, you can help Hassan

with a better car.

- Man, f*** Hassan.

- You got a better idea?

- There's gotta be

something, you know.

- You can get

a job at McDonald's.

- But you can't get no b*tches

smelling like French fries.

- Hmm, pull some fat b*tches.

- I know where the cafeteria is.

I can walk me. Yo!

Hey, what's up? Thank you.

- Yo, his mom's gonna be

so pissed at you.

- That ain't my fault.

- What's going on, bro?

Yo..

- It's good, bro.

- They didn't confiscate

that sh*t?

- Guys, they didn't

even frisk me.

But they gave me

a big ass ticket though.

My mom's gonna be pissed.

- She's a fine ass.

- Dawg, that's my mom.

- Yo, a list of all

the skate comps this summer.

- Yeah, I mean,

it's only a couple of 'em.

- Of course, we're in Cleveland.

- So what we're in Cleveland?

We show up and get buck

like we always do.

- Still gotta pay

those entry fees.

Decks. Trucks.

That sh*t ain't free.

Hi, welcome to McDonald's.

Uh, can I take you order?

- Oh, sh*t! No, no, no!

- No! Oh!

- Boys!

- Yo, don't get none in my apple sauce.

- Boys! Settle down!

- We're good.

- B*tches..

Little b*tches.

You best get out of the way.

Get out of the way!

You want to die?

Hey, get out of the way.

You wanna play, motherfuckers.

You wanna play?

You trying to f*** with me?

You tryin' to f*** with me.

- Let's go, bro.

Let's go!

- F***, man! That is the last

time I'm doin' this sh*t, bro.

We almost died back there.

- Yeah, but you didn't.

- It doesn't matter, bro.

I could have.

- Yo, shut the f*** up, man.

Chill the f*** out!

Shut up, strip the car.

- Dumbass.

- Yo, shut the f*** up,

get the back seat.

- Yo, what's up, bro?

- What is that?

- They look like my Abuelita's heart pills.

- Heart pills

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