Alpha Dog Page #4

- Get back!

You motherf***er!

You motherf***er!

You motherf***er!

Oh, f***, Frankie.

Get this f***ing b*tch

off me.

- F***ing psycho, man.

- Get the f*** off, b*tch!

Who do you think

you're messing with,

you f***ing cocksucker?

Get away from me.

Sit the f*** down,

you crazy b*tch!

Piece of sh*t.

- Whoa, goddamn it, man!

- All right, motherf***er!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Come on, man.

You point that thing at me,

you better pull

the f***ing trigger!

Well, come on,

you f***ing p*ssy, do it!

Come on, b*tch!

(SCREAMING)

Why don't you try me,

you f***ing kike?

- I will! I will!

- I love it.

You have everyone else

fooled around here,

but I ain't f***ing buying it.

Get this f***ing

piece of sh*t

out of my house.

Get the f*** out, dawg!

All right, Johnny.

It's on.

Ain't no turning back now.

Get the f***

out of here!

F***ing walk away, okay?

Come on.

Whoa!

F*** me.

(MOANING)

(BANGING ON DOOR)

B*tch, shut up.

What's going on?

- Who's there?

- It's Zack.

- Who? It's f***ing midnight!

- It's me, Zack.

Get in here.

What are you doing,

you f***ing maniac?

Hi! Hi!

Okay.

Go put on some clothes.

My brother's here.

Heil! Yes, sir!

- You want a drink?

- Yeah.

And she's always

telling me what to do.

Like what clothes to wear

and what girls

she thinks are pretty.

Like I couldn't f***ing

figure it out for myself!

That's your mom.

That's Olivia.

Come on, she loves you.

You're her baby.

Yeah, I know.

It's embarrassing.

Do you know that

we have homework parties?

- What?

- Homework parties with little hats.

No.

- Yeah.

- Like...

- Yeah.

- ...for birthdays?

Yeah! Yeah!

Another thing.

I'll be sleeping, right?

And she'll wake me up

by looking at me.

Like I'll open my eyes,

and she'll be right there

looking at me, like...

F***ing A!

It's goddamn creepy, you know.

Like she's in love with me,

and breathing on me!

You're lucky, you know that.

I mean, my mother,

she'd never...

Boo-hoo for me!

Yeah, I know.

But, you know,

I'd trade you.

I just got to get out.

Wow, I'm drunk.

I got to smoke.

Well.

Look at Zacky! All grown up!

Look at his little one-hitter

and his stress weed.

Shut up.

Take a drink.

Like a pro.

Wacky Zacky.

That's me.

Wacky Zacky.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Hello?

OLIVIA:
Wanda, put my kid

on the phone. Now.

One minute.

- It's Olivia.

- No, no. F***ing A!

All right, give it to me.

Hello?

Zack was supposed to be home

two hours ago. Is he with you?

- Yeah, he's here.

- F***ing A, dude.

No, we're talking.

- I said we're talking.

- Put him on the phone...

Don't get your panties

all in a wad, Olivia.

I'll drive him home later.

Do you know what time it is?

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