Cabin Fever 2: Spring Fever Page #5

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Thank God.

- Hey.

- Who goes there?

Police.

Open up.

Oh, okay.

Come on.

Hey, look,

she said she was 18.

I always believe what

children say.

No, man, I need to see

your delivery schedule.

- Open the f***ing gate. Come on.

- Oh, okay.

Okay, all right.

I got the key right here.

- No, wrong key.

- Come on, man.

- It's a f***ing emergency.

- I found it.

No.

Maybe it's this one.

Son of a b*tch.

Looks like that one.

Here it is.

Gross.

Hey.

Sorry.

I didn't mean to scare you.

Rick.

What are you

doing here?

What do you mean?

I came to see you.

Me?

Yeah.

Is that not okay?

No. I mean, yes.

I mean, what about Sandy?

Oh, she's busy preparing

her prom queen speech.

Couldn't take it.

Plus I wanted

to talk to you.

Really?

Sure.

Yeah, the place-

it looks really great.

You do great work.

You think so?

Oh, yeah.

It's beautiful.

Ungrateful little shits.

Come on.

- What if the teachers show up?

- To the pool?

Get 'em off.

Come on!

It's beautiful!

- Oh, Rick.

- Oh, Frederica.

I want to f*** you.

Wait, do you

have a condom?

I'll pull out.

What?

What's wrong?

Oh, are you

on your period?

No, I'm a virgin.

- What- what now?

- F***!

My tooth.

What the f***?

Oh my God,

help me!

Oh, stay away from me.

Rick, help me.

What is wrong with you?

I bet my friends that

you would be an easy f***,

not that you would be

all f***ed up!

Help me!

You bled in my mouth!

Frederica?

Frederica, stop it!

Sh*t.

Frederica!

Frederica!

Aw, sh*t.

Whoo! F***!

He cleans up real good,

huh?

Where did you get that?

Um, my mom got it down

from the attic.

Well, it's very dapper.

Dapper?

I like that.

Whoo.

So should we just call it?

Head over to D8D's and

watch movies all night?

Yeah, we should.

Mm-hmm.

Well, f*** that,

motherf***er!

We're gonna get laid tonight.

I got a sure thing in there.

Come on.

This is it, baby-

one last night to hate your life just

a little bit f***ing more.

This is it, motherf***er.

Two men going to prom together.

It's exactly as it should be.

Sh*t, man. Paperwork's

never been my thing.

Hey, careful with

those files.

Hey, uh,

I'm just the night guard.

I don't know anything about

any of that stuff.

If this is about some kind

of bookkeeping cover-up or whatever,

I don't know nothing

about that.

Just, you know,

say no.

Hey, you haven't seen

my application

floating around at the station,

have you?

I sent one in like six months ago.

- Hey, what's today?

- Friday.

No, the f***ing date, man.

Um...

Jesus! Sh*t!

Oh, Daddy.

You got another

f***ing beer, man?

Shh.

My secret stash.

Oh, yeah.

All right.

Yeah.

Can I use your phone?

Yeah, just dial 9,

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