Bodysnatch Page #3

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- Oh ho!

Look at the camera!

Look at the camera.

Repeat after me.

I, Jeremy Alan.

I, Jeremy Alan...

Am on Candid

freakin' Camera!

- [laughing]

- [Jeremy] What?!

[Marcus and Bateman laughing]

A blood packet!

Are you serious?!

They're blanks!

Blanks!

[Bateman] I just saw the funniest

sh*t in the entire world.

You know what

wasn't funny, Bateman?

You hitting me in the face!

That wasn't in the script!

Improv! It just felt right

in the moment!

- [laughing]

- But good God, though.

Look at his face!

Look at... Look at!

[Bateman]

Oh, my... Oh, man!

Oh, it's so good.

It's so good!

[rock music playing]

[Siren]

All right,

mandatory pit-stop, fellas.

[siren stops]

All right,

let's get out of here.

Nah, man,

we're just getting started.

You want to stay after that?

Whatever, dude.

Just... just wait

until the sun goes down.

It's gonna be dope, man,

like the hood and sh*t.

We're gonna get

some golden footage.

We live in Indianapolis,

Jeremy.

There's not a hood here.

Come on, dude.

We never

just hang anymore.

- What are you gonna...

- All right!

All right!

Fine, but any more sh*t

like that and we leave.

Scout's honor.

All right. You looked like a

b*tch back there by the way.

- Hey. You would have been that way, too.

- I'm just saying.

- Just putting facts out there.

- I pulled out the Taser.

"Oh, man, it was the Taser,

it was the Taser."

You were sitting in the back

like a b*tch, too.

You didn't even

jump to the rescue.

They didn't

have me on camera.

Hey, man, don't spill.

I know it's Friday.

I was your age once.

Not too long ago,

you know.

Here you go.

- All right.

- Oh, yeah!

Let me get

one of these things.

What about me?

You know,

somebody's got to drive.

She's all yours.

You pulling my dick?

Hey,

no dick-pulling here.

She's all yours, cuz.

Be careful with her,

though, cuz, all right?

Yes!

[Steve] I... I knew it!

I knew it.

Chelsea Lyle did get a DUI.

She could plow

through a bus stop full of kids.

I'd gave her a warning

and my number.

Man.

I mean, is it the chin nub

that does it for you, Marcus?

Actually,

it's the giant tits.

[Steve]

You can't even see them.

Yeah, but you know

they're there.

Yeah, dude. She did

have some pretty big tits.

[laughing]

Who the hell are you,

some kind of like Don Juan?

You mean

you wouldn't hit that?

Maybe,

I have some standards.

Oh, you cannot have standards

when you're only into one girl.

Ooh... gossip.

[laughing]

What's her name?

What's her name?!

- Check this out.

- There isn't a name.

- Emma Harris.

- How you spell it?

- E-M-M-A.

- Jeremy, seriously!

- Cut it out! I'm serious!

- H-A-R-R-I-S.

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