Hello, My Name Is Frank Page #3

What's it look like I'm doin'?

Ah.

- Oh, b*tch, hah.

- Okay, lemme...

Let me show you

to your room over here.

I think you'll really like it.

Come on.

( Snoring softly )

( Dramatic score )

( Snoring continues )

( Floor boards creak )

( Thump )

- ( Yelling )

- ( Screaming )

I see you!

Rapist! Rapist!

Rapist!

( Barking )

( Yelling in Spanish )

What?

I guess you forgot

to tell her I sleepwalk.

With a, with a baseball bat?

( Exhales )

- Hi.

- Hi.

I don't suppose you have

hypoallergenic bedding, do you?

- ( Laughs ) - Frank:

Shut the f*** up, b*tch.

Oh, god!

Oh, my god.

- ( Cheering )

- ( Graduation theme playing )

Man:

Kimberly Barbara Smith.

- ( Music continues )

- ( Cheering continues )

Alisa Edith Kumato.

( Cheers, applause )

- Man:
Laura Kelly Pareesi.

- Oh, f***!

( Cheering continues )

- Ugh!

- Man:
I'd like to congratulate

- our graduating class...

- I missed it.

Oh, Laura.

( Grunting )

( Band playing )

- Laura.

- ( Laughs )

I missed it.

I dropped

the f***ing binoculars.

Well, I graduated.

Thank you for coming.

Male sportscaster:

The Red Sox beat the tigers

6-5 in 10 innings.

( Sportscaster continues )

The final score

was 1-0.

Here are the games

still in progress.

Twins and mariners

are at the top

of the seventh...

- What're you wearing?

- Clothes.

Rick said

a gluten-free potluck.

But you have

the graduation party tonight.

Ah, that f***er!

What am I paying him for?

I don't care about the party.

I just wanna chill before I go

on our trip tomorrow.

Laura, you're going

to that party.

I can be alone for one night.

Really?

Laura.

It's your graduation party.

Go party.

Live a little.

Loser b*tch!

Ah, ah.

Yeah, look who's talking.

You gonna call your friends

or am I?

( Music playing )

Chug, chug, chug, chug...

( Mixed chatter )

Promise me

we don't stay out too late.

I mean, we got to get up

and go early in the morning.

- I promise.

- Okay.

Mm, party.

- Oh.

- Oh.

- Look at the happy couple.

- Mm-hmm.

- Shall we?

- Mm.

Oh, my god.

I didn't think you were coming.

- Frank made me.

- Well, grab a drink, ladies.

- It's time to celebrate.

- I've got my punch, thanks.

Mm, no.

- Hey.

- This is better.

- ( Laughing )

- What is this?

Who gives a f***?

- Here you go.

- Thank you.

- Hand it over.

- What?

- I'm not that bad.

- ( Laughs ) Right.

May we remind you

of the watermelon cooler night?

- Mm-hmm.

- Let's go.

- Let's go.

- That never happened.

Thank you.

A toast...

To no more fifth period,

no more curfews,

no more uniforms,

and tomorrow we hit the road.

Cheers.

It's only one shot,

so I don't want to see a drop.

- Mm.

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