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Thank you, for taking care
of your mother.
It's no problem.
I wish I could be there.
You know how much
it means to me.
Where are you? It's loud.
Hotel lobby, honey.
Sounds like...
Remember when we used to
go to the movies
on the Fourth of July?
Daddy?
Yeah, baby?
Nothing.
Should I call you later?
No, don't call;
it will wake her up.
I love you, baby.
I love you too.
Bye, bye.
Bye.
Dexter, what you doing?
If you wanna come pick me up
for a little while, you can.
But only for like 15 minutes.
Yeah, baby.
Fifteen minutes all I need.
You're so nasty.
Just come, okay?
Alright, I'll be right there.
Bye.
So, why'd you change your mind?
Changed my mind. No reason.
There's always a reason.
So, you can get off
this subject now.
Wow. Okay.
If you're gonna act all bitchy,
I'll take you home.
You'll take me however I am.
And don't call me a b*tch.
- I did not call you a b*tch.
- Yes, you did.
I said you were acting bitchy.
I wouldn't call you a b*tch.
You call
your mother a b*tch.
That's my mother.
Alright. Starting over.
Commercial break. La-di-da.
Where you wanna go?
You wanna go to the park?
I don't like the park.
Then where?
You don't wanna
see the fireworks.
Don't wanna go to the park.
Where you wanna go?
Don't wanna go nowhere.
I hate this town.
You told me on the computer
You said you had a friend
you used to fool around with?
Yeah.
What was his name?
Todd.
Todd... That's right.
How come you don't
speak to him anymore?
I just never really...
Like a f*ggot?
Yeah, I guess.
Wearing flamboyant clothes?
Yeah...
And he started
hanging out with all girls.
I wonder what
he's doing tonight?
He's probably out.
I know he goes to Chez.
- The bar Chez?
- Yeah.
And they don't beat the sh*t
out of him at school?
I guess people
just leave him alone
because he's too weird
or something.
Yeah, I guess.
I don't really talk a lot.
- Wanna go and see him?
- No!
C'mon!
We're only five minutes away.
I don't want to do that.
So you're not scared
to meet some guy
you just met
on the computer.
But you're scared
to see someone--
- I don't want to know him.
- Why not?
I don't know.
When we were 13,
I know 'cause,
he used to be on the swim team
and I used to dive.
I wasn't really talking
to him or anything.
We had this swim coach,
and he was
I had a funny feeling
about him.
- Fag?
- Yeah.
What?
No, go on.
I'm anticipating the story.
Go on.
One night my mom was really
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