Ashby Page #5
If one can.
Yes, always knew you had it in you.
Just needed balls.
- I used to think, "Where's his balls?"
- You did?
You know I'm coming to that game.
I'm there, and I love you, buddy.
I just love these slow wind sprints,
don't you?
- Hi.
- Hi.
Are you from Architectural Digest?
Because you seem to be
obsessed with my house.
I was just coming over...
Listen, do you have
the history assignment?
I do.
Do you still need it?
Because there's a rumor going around
that you turned into a jock.
I assume you'll turn back
into a pumpkin at midnight though.
Probably. I'm in.
Seems weird.
No, it's not weird.
You realize I need to
see your brain now.
Really? I'd be honored.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, sure.
Music?
- You got any Pilgrim?
- Of course.
My mom is dead, if you were wondering.
She had a cerebral hemorrhage
which is a bit like an IED in your brain.
She was standing in line at
The Cheesecake Factory one day
and boom.
Where were you?
Standing in line
at The Cheesecake Factory.
My dad really took it hard.
They were really in love.
Not like most people
who say they're in love
but then really never see each other.
They were loyal and tight and...
Like they saw each other brighter
than anything else in the whole world.
My neighbor killed people for the CIA.
Really?
I would love to see his brain.
What's he like?
He's strange.
He wears, like, really funny clothes
and he has all these tattoos
but not, like, hipster tattoos.
He has tattoos that I'm pretty sure he
got in a Russian prison.
But I found out that he killed 93 people.
Lot of blood on two little hands.
Who said that?
Me.
Really? Sounded like you were quoting.
Yeah, well, I do that sometimes.
So people will put my sayings
out into the lexicon,
- Immortal?
Exactly.
You're pretty strange.
How so?
All right, well.
Guess... Guess that's it.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Sign here. Just kidding.
All right.
Bye.
You're not coming to practice tomorrow.
You get that?
Hey.
Howdy?
Let's go.
Where are we going?
He died for this.
You okay? What are you...
- You gonna buy something?
- Let's just get out of here.
Somebody's really chatty today,
isn't he?
Would you like an ice cream
or something?
What? No.
Let's go.
Is this a cassette?
I've literally never seen a cassette
before. I've only heard about it.
Does it work?
Left here.
Who's Peter Frampton?
Slow down. Right here.
- Can I know where we're going?
- To visit a friend.
What're you doing, really?
You're gonna see a girl?
- No.
- Did you get all dressed up for her?
- I won't be long.
- It's a nice vest. You look nice.
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