21 & Over Page #3

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Dude, we're all scared

of his f***ing dad.

I'm not! A little bit.

Also, if you do not

come out tonight,

I will stand outside your bedroom

window all night doing this.

- OK, OK, OK, I'll go out!

- I can't hear you!

- This thing is super loud!

- I'll go out, just stop! Just stop!

That's what I'm saying.

That wasn't so hard.

What kind of a**hole brings

an air horn in his backpack?

- Honestly, it comes in handy more than you'd think.

- Just one beer. One beer.

- That's all I wanted. We'll take care of you.

- That's it, man.

Nothing's gonna happen to you.

You're my little baby tonight.

You may bury me with an enemy

in Mount Calvary!

You can stack me on a pyre

and soak me down with whiskey

Roast me to

a blackened crisp

- Give me a shot!

- And throw me in a pyre!

I don't really give a sh*t

I'm going out in style!

I'm gonna be 21 forever,

you motherfuckers!

- Dude! How you doing?

- I'm doing great, dude.

- Good to see you guys!

- What's up, dude?

It's awesome to see you. Honestly,

'cause I miss you. I miss your hugs.

- Yeah. OK. OK.

- Give me a hug.

Are you, uh... are you...

Are you sure you're OK, man?

You're fine, like,

should we maybe get going?

No, Casey, look at me. I'm fine.

- I'm fine.

- You look fine.

- I'm fine.

- He's fine.

- You know what this bar reminds me of?

- What?

The night we won Rothenberg's Beer Pong

tournament, and JeffChang hooked up

with that nine-foot tall chick

who played the banjo.

- Yeah, what was her name?

- Tara.

Tara!

- Yeah, Tara!

She was gigantic.

Man, high school

was so awesome.

Speaking of the banjo,

you still writing music?

Dude, I'm pre-med, man. I don't write music.

I don't listen to music.

I can't even remember

the last time I went to a show.

- F***, man.

- Yeah.

Hey, you're still in for Sidewinder

at The Gorge this summer, right?

- Hell, yeah! The Gorge!

- Right, OK! The Gorge!

- Casey, what about you, man?

- Hm?

- The Gorge, Sidewinder.

- Oh, I don't know, man.

Aren't we too old to be doing

the whole music festival thing?

Uh, I don't know, Casey, are we

too old to have fun times?

- No.

- Are we too old to spend a week

enjoying 250 bands play the

seminal music of our generation?

Are we too old to drop acid and make

love to white chicks in dreadlocks?

- I don't like dreadlocks.

- Are we too old to take

handfuls of Ecstasy and dance around in fur...

with other people in fur?

- Yeah, we are too old for all of those things.

- I don't like dreadlocks.

But, guys, all I'm saying is that

we all graduate in May, right?

This could be the last summer all three

of us ever spend together. You know?

Right, but I have a job

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