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You know, you act like such a little kid.
Like, you're a little eight-year-old runnin' | around, bein' goofy.
You know, I just can't stand it anymore.
What do you want me to say?
Don't say nothin'.
Can I say I'm sorry?
It's too late. Just don't say nothin'.
Can I kiss you one last time?
Tell me. Tell me that you love me.
Do you love me?
They used to get around...
...walkin'around, lookin'at stuff.
They used to try to find clues | to all the mysteries...
...and mistakes God had made.
He just wanted greatness.
The grown-ups in my town...
...they were never kids | like me and my friends.
It was hard for them to find their peace.
Don't you know how that feels?
I like to go to beautiful places...
Just places that are nice | and calm and quiet.
Come back here!
You will not defeat me!
- Hi, George. | - Hi.
- What you doin'? | - Nothin'.
You will die in the graveyard of... | You know what I mean.
'Cause I am smooth!
Bam, bam, Bud-dy!
- Who's cat is that? | - This is Nancy the cat.
I'm baby-sittin' her for my cousin.
She's in Florida somewhere.
My head hurts.
Yeah, my legs hurt.
I love you! I love you!
This is war!
When I look at my friends, | I know there's goodness.
You're supposed to be a leader, Damascus.
I'm holding you for a day's pay.
You're holding me | for a day's pay? A day's pay?
End of discussion. | I've got a train yard to run.
That's what I'm talkin' about. | I'm talkin' about conditions.
What am I 'posed to do | when one of those dogs bite me, huh?
Think about it, Damascus. | You're a good worker.
I'm thinkin' about it.
...it was sittin'in some feces.
It didn't have anywhere to go, | no one to love it.
It couldn't do no harm but walk.
Ears are nasty, his head is nasty...
...his legs are nasty, his tail's crooked.
- Ahhh! | - Get off me, man! You play too much.
Look at what you eat for lunch. | Look at that. What is that? That's...
- "It's fudge. " | - "Euless. "
- You're gay. | - I'm not gay. I have a wife, okay?
How do you deal with yourself? | When I go to the bathroom...
I like to be proud of what happens.
I like to know that it smells | sweet, not horrible.
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