American Idiots Page #4

And do you really think your freaky

sex bullshit is helping the situation?

- I think what he needs...

- Alone time

is what I need.

No anal, no hot lunches

in my mouth,

no nothing!

Got it? Got it?

- Yes, fine.

- Okay.

Whatever, dude. We just want

to see you happy again, all right?

- That's it.

- Really we miss you.

- We miss the old Wyatt.

- The old me?

Yes! The one who's

larger than life, man.

Yeah. And, you know,

when the time's right,

you'll meet the one.

My confidence is gone.

Well, figure it out, man,

because you look like a pile of sh*t.

Okay, waffles

for Miss Cutie Pie.

Cherry pie and waffles

for Mr. Sad Eyes.

Thank you.

Scrambled eggs and sausage

for Master Panda Bear.

Mm-hmm,

you know!

Thank you.

You're welcome, sugar.

You sure look cute today.

Oh, thanks.

It's a new shirt.

Boy, oh boy,

if I wasn't married, I'd take you home

and lick your bamboo stick

till it fell off.

Whoa!

With the sweet potato pie

in your ass...

eating good for a week.

So, dude, you booked

an Elvis commercial, man!

- Come on.

- An enema commercial

with Elvis impersonator.

Bam! And then it's gonna be

a national commercial

and you will get paid

like that chick. Right?

- Flo from the Progressive commercials.

- Right.

- I'm telling you, that girl makes bank.

- She's loaded.

Never have to worry

about it again. Besides,

Elvis is always cool, right?

Anytime,

anywhere, whomever,

how he got it.

Okay, but once again:

Elvis impersonator,

okay?

Enema commercial

equals ridiculous.

I think it's pretty cool

I think you're gonna love it.

Well, you know what?

I gotta go.

No!

Sit down.

We're not done, okay?

What do you want from me?

We want you

to get over it, okay?

We're sick of you playing the "victim."

You need to move on.

- You know what they say?

- Hmm?

When you love someone,

let them go.

- And then if they come back...

- Then you know!

Then you know, you know?

You know what?

If you guys believe that sh*t,

- you're retarded.

- Come on.

We're just trying

to cheer you up, okay?

I love you all.

See you later.

Don't be a baby.

You better kill that tomorrow.

Say, chief, think I could

get a Diet Coke?

Hey, look,

if you don't mind me asking,

you seem like you're

a little down in the mouth.

No.

- It's just, uh...

- What is it? Come on.

Come on, you can talk to me.

I got you covered, Sancho.

I don't know, man,

this is weird.

You know what's weird?

A man who's got sadness

in his heart

and ain't got no friends

to cut the track with?

That's weird.

Okay.

My girlfriend left me

when I proposed to her.

In front of everyone.

I'm kneeling down

with the ring in my hand

and she just leaves.

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