Happy Endings Page #4

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No. Father unknown.

I mean, of course,

I know who the father was...

but that's what

I put down on the forms.

And the father's dead.

Plane crash.

And you don't have 25,000?

No, I can barely pay the first

and second on the house!

How can l...

What about your family?

No, none of them

know about the baby.

Except my dad. He's dead, too.

You know a lot of dead people.

Well, it happens.

It's creepy.

I'm young,

and I don't even care

How lucky am I?

I'm young,

with a few bucks to spare

And I don't even try

I know it's all in my mind

How lucky am I?

How lucky am I?

OK, that was awesome!

You sounded just like Rain,

and she was good.

Really? 'Cause her tape sucks.

Can you slur and then have

your forehead hit the mike?

That was, like, her signature.

Hey, Miles, let's get this

in the van for tomorrow.

God, I don't know

what to do with this song!

We could slow it down maybe.

Go slow?

Hey, do you guys mind

if I ask you something?

She's not in rehab for drugs.

It's just booze.

Plus, she's a vomiter.

A fat vomiter,

which is f***ing useless.

No...

just, why is Otis the leader?

I could drum better than him

and his backup vocals suck.

Look around.

Yeah, he's an untalented

little f*ggot...

but he's a rich,

untalented little f*ggot.

His dad owns Linux Hills Mall.

Or, like, most of it.

And he knows

every club owner in town.

You think we could buy

this stuff on our own?

- He's like Bill Gates.

- That makes sense.

For now.

Until Pappy finds out...

his kid's a pickle smoker,

then we're history.

He's already got his suspicions.

He's gay?

Total cocksmooch.

He'll deny it, but...

He's not gay. He just...

He looks gay.

Dude, you won't even

take a piss with him.

Hey, there's beer, too, guys.

Why do you think he's a drummer?

So he can stare

at our asses all night.

- That's him.

- Sure?

OK, yeah.

Hurry.

Hurry. Here.

Oh, God.

OK.

Not a good wiper.

What kind of movies

does this guy make?

I don't know. He's an idiot.

The kind idiots make, I guess.

All right,

we're looking for a file, OK?

Don't mess anything up,

if you can.

Not that he'd notice.

Yeah, check the duffel bag.

What if it's in his car?

Javi.

OK. This is...

This is the form I signed.

I left this with them,

to go with the baby.

Who's Miriam?

Me. Is there anything else,

anywhere?

Did you see a file?

There's no name.

Mamie, we'd better go.

Hey, wait, wait, wait.

Is that sentimental?

Not really.

Let's trade.

He'll never know the difference.

Thank you.

Whoa! What the f*** is this?

- No, no!

- What are you doing here?

It's OK.

I followed you today. It's OK.

You think you're gonna

beat it out of me? I can't believe you!

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