Cabin Fever Page #4
- Jeff:
Freak.|- Karen: I thought he was funny.Bert:
|How did it work?What do you mean "how"?|It had a hose...
a bunch of different settings,
pulse, power...
stream.
And you came every time?
Totally.
You can imagine my disappointment|the first time I had sex.
Tell me about it.
What's that supposed|to mean?
- I've got a better story.|- Paul: I'm sorry,
but no story is better|than Karen and the shower massage.
No, seriously.
One time I was masturbating...
and my dog came up|and started licking my balls.
Right as I came it stuck|its tongue up my ass.
That's serious f***ing|masturbation talent right there.
F***ing good.
He'd better have brought more weed|or I won't let him in.
Relax, pal.|I'm coming.
His name's Grim.
Jesus Christ.
Help me...|please.
I need a doctor.
Oh sh*t.
Man:
Doctor.Yeah, all right.
Somebody grab a blanket|or something.
You...
you shot me.
No, no, no.
There's no way this contagious|f***er's coming in here.
- He's sick, for Christ's sake.|- You want him to come in here
and touch all of your sh*t,|your f***ing soap...?
Let's throw him|a blanket or something.
- Or your douche?|- Let's drive him to a doctor.
He's not coming in!
We're out of range.|I'm not getting anything.
- F***!
- What's that?|- He's in the car.
What?
- Jeff:
Motherf***er.- Karen:
Why's he f***ing with us?|- Grab your gun.F***!
Hurry up!|He's in the car already!
Get out of the f***ing car!
Get out of there.|Get out of the car!
Get out!|Get out of the f***ing car!
F***!
Get the f*** out!|Get out of there!
- F***er!
- You shot the car!
What was I supposed to do?
Oh my God!
F***!
Paul:
Sh*t!Sh*t!
Oh!
- Get him!|- He's coming towards us.
Stop or I'll f***ing|stab you!
Stop! Stop!
Back off.
F*** off!|Leave us alone!
F*** off!
I know. I know.
What else were we gonna do?
First he gets his sh*t|all over the car,
and I don't want him|touching me, you, or anybody.
I think the rain will|put him out.
He's dead anyway.|You saw that sh*t on him.
He looked like he was|skinned alive.
We have to tell the police|it wasn't our fault.
I think we should tell them now.
Calm down.
There's nothing we can do.|The car's f***ed.
We need a mechanic. We'll find|somebody who knows one,
and then we'll report|the accident.
That's the keyword here.|It was an accident.
Paul:
The guy's skin...holy sh*t.
You should clean up some|of this sh*t while we're gone.
I'll save some for you guys.
- Just stick with the girls.|- What's that supposed to mean?
It means you're|a f***ing p*ssy.
That's f***ed up.
What's f***ed up is you beating|the sh*t out of my truck.
What about the jag-off|with the rifle?
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