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to this f***ing wall

for the rest of your life, mister.

I wasn't gonna show you this,

but now that you're being a sh*t...

That's your dad.

He remarried.

Dad.

He's got a new wife, a new life.

You see this, kid?

That is not someone

that misses you.

You got me and no one else.

Here, have a beer.

No, thank you.

- Can I still study the books?

- Yeah, have at it.

That's good.

- Give me an answer.

- I- I'm not sure.

That's not the answer I'm looking for,

not by a long shot.

But I'm not sure.

If we gotta stay here all night,

then that's what we'll do-

we'll stay here all night.

All right, give me

your best guess.

- It could be...

- Yes?

...small-cell carcinoma?

Yes. Nice. Good.

That's good.

No!

No!

How do I get out of here?

Which way?

Which way is out?

I'll take you with me.

I don't want your f***ing blanket!

Please!

I just wanna go home.

How the f*** do I get out of-

Go.

That's it.

Come on.

That's what you want

in a girl- some fight.

There's no sport in easy.

- You thinking stupid thoughts?

- No.

No, I'm not thinking,

just listening.

Good.

Listening is good.

Come on.

She was quite a ride, too.

She sure could run.

Hey, let's play.

Come on.

Come on, one round.

Come on.

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

All right.

Ellen Rand.

February the 19th.

Lied like a rug

about her weight big time.

Thank you.

Jennifer Elizabeth Wyatt.

Organ donor.

Born September 7th.

And you said that she was honest

about her weight.

She put 126.

I don't know about weight.

Well, you will.

You'd better go in.

Well, there they are now.

Your mother's been

worried sick about you boys.

- School good today, Bobby?

- Yeah.

Lying sack of sh*t!

You think you're better than I am

just because I got laid off?

Aren't you, Bobby?

Big man making money.

You're such a big man now.

Let's see you in action.

Get your f***in' clothes off,

Bobby, now!

Take him, Joanne.

Put him inside you.

Let him show you how big he is.

It's okay.

You're a f***ing whore, Joanne.

It's okay.

Get off me.

Honey.

Hi. Hi.

I'm Mary.

Mary.

I need to pee.

Which way is the powder room?

Which way?

I gotta go.

Please?

I gotta go.

Show her where

the powder room is, Rabbit.

Show me.

Oh.

Not that powder room.

The other one.

Oh!

Ooh, kinky.

You're gonna tie me up?

You guys.

That's not cool.

Gotta be...

I guess you could smoke.

I'd rather you didn't.

You'd rather I didn't?

Okay, well, I have to pee.

So if you're gonna hold out

on the powder room,

I'm gonna smoke.

That's what I'm gonna do.

Remember I saw you dancing?

- Yeah.

- Remember?

I love dancing.

But you didn't dance.

It's-

It's okay. Everything is-

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