The Paperboy Page #2
Oh, my God.
He's a fine motherf***er that's trying to f***
you. "Ever there was an angel in the world,
"my angel,
it must be you,
things I dream that you want. "
Your angel, his angel.
Mm-hm.
That's hot.
He say, "If you truly exist,
I may become a religious man. "
Ah!
"All my life, my heart
has tried to find a place
I cannot name... a home. "
You need to find
yourself a young one.
He'll f*** you
real good.
[laughing]
He says
I'm his home. Hm.
Got a hundred
different men
writing her
from the penitentiary.
That's her man.
Oh, no.
This is my man.
This here's the one.
M m-hm.
(Anita, off) Ward came
home to investigate
the conviction
of Hillary Van Wetter.
The town wasn't
and neither was his papa.
((Yardley) Oh, sh*t. Ugh.
(Yardley)
Ward...
[British accent] there's
(Ward, southern accent)
It's our ride home, Yardley.
[laughing]
Uh, where is everybody?
[groaning]
It's Sunday.
People's either at home
or at church.
It's a shithole.
[approaching car]
Hey, man.
Hey, you.
[chuckling]
(Jack)
How you doing?
Jack, meet Yardley Acheman. Hey.
My little brother, Jack.
The swimmer, right?
Yeah, he's our driver now.
Right, good.
Here, let me get these.
That's my typewriter.
You've gotten big, boy.
Just be careful
with the typewriter.
Got all pumped up.
Is that from swimming?
Not anymore.
[thud]
No! No! No!
Yardley's real particular
about his suits
and his typewriter.
Well, it's very expensive.
Yes. Thank you.
[groan]
How do I get in?
Watch your head.
Watch your head.
Don't touch my head. (Ward) Tell
him where you're from, Yardley.
[sigh]
London.
Ah!
When I came here...
from New York,
I was interviewing
for the job...
and I was in advertising in New York
and I mentioned that it was
simply different in New York.
So how'd you get
from New York City
to the metropolis
of Lately, Florida?
[phone ringing]
Jansen residence.
So I came down South and
I interviewed at the paper.
(Anita) W.W., Miss
Roberta's on the phone.
No, no, no.
We don't take phone
calls. (W. W.) Anita...
Who's Miss Roberta?
No calls, Anita.
(W. W.) What part of
London you from, Yardley?
Um, all over London.
Is there a good dry
cleaning here? Excuse me?
[clears throat]
Dry cleaning.
Dry cleaning?
Yes.
You ain't gonna eat that,
are you? (Jack) uh-uh.
How you gonna win those
swimming meets if you don't eat?
I'm retired.
Retired. Jack, you ain't even
tired enough to be retired.
(W. W.) How is it exactly you guys work?
I mean, like that boy
drowned at his initiation?
Well, Yardley's the writer...
And I'd guess you'd say
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