Hallows' Eve Page #3

Make this sound urgent?

Oh, please, like I wanted you

here alone in my bedroom.

I saw you with your little girlfriend's

sister at Rudy's last weekend.

We were talking, we're friends.

Sure... sure.

Why are you acting like

I did this on purpose?

I... I didn't mean for this

to happen, I swear to God.

All I was trying to do was

be a good friend to him.

- I... am your sister!

- I know.

Why don't you just go

back to your married men?

- F*** you!

- F*** you.

- Why would you say something like...

- Oh, what a...

Hello?

No, it's her sister.

- Give me the f***ing phone.

- No.

Give it to me.

- Thanks.

- Who was it?

Your stupid f***ing

farm friends, okay?

Your complimentary passes

are ready, princess.

You sure it wasn't one of

your elderly "gentlemen"?

We'll see who Joe

leaves with tonight.

You know... you always

do this sh*t. Always.

I mean, you could've picked up the

passes tonight when you got there.

I don't even know why

I'm still friends with you.

Don't flatter yourself.

I needed to pick up the passes

because that creep-o

guy from the farm...

Nice try.

I'll see you tonight.

Your loss.

Joe?

Sh*t.

Joe?

Christ, f***.

F***ing window.

Thank you, Sarah, appreciate it.

Well...

Looks like it's bandages

through the weekend.

But we'll pick up your piece on

Monday, okay? I know, sweetie.

I know, I know, I'm so sorry.

- Hey, how is she?

- Hey.

Hey, sweetie, it's okay.

It's all right. I think

it was that Rudy kid.

- It's okay. Eve.

- Okay.

- Okay.

- Eve, look.

- Eve, look, look.

- You remember your Penny doll?

And how much she meant to you?

Eve, it's gonna be okay, honey.

- I gotta head back up the store.

- Yeah, you go.

- You got her.

- I got her, go, go.

It's gonna be okay.

It's okay, I got her, go.

I think you're beautiful.

I need your help at the store, okay?

Someone's in the wrong decade.

The party has arrived!

Give them a beer! Give them

a beer, we gotta get drunk.

- Beer.

- Let's get it drunk.

- Would you like a beer?

- Yeah.

Thank you.

Give him a beer, we gotta get drunk!

Beer!

Really, guy? Why don't you

get your hands off her?

- Yo, I'm not gonna tell you twice.

- Come on, Joe, would you back off?

You need to have some respect for me.

If I see your hands on her again,

we're gonna have a problem.

Joe, can you sit down? Come on,

it's a party, just let her go.

- You can't show her a little respect?

- Relax, buddy, okay, relax.

She's a big girl,

she can take care of herself.

Yo, hey... can't we

all just get along?

- Cheers!

- That's what I'm saying.

Give me some of that, yeah.

Cheers.

F*** yeah, booyah.

I'm f***ing cold. Do you have a

sweater or a jacket or something?

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