Kevin Hart: Laugh at My Pain Page #4

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You live alone

with no family?

They're all dead.

Me, too.

Why're they dead?

Can't you use better words?

Like pass away?

Pass what?

Dead means dead.

Just call me Nam-soon.

Park Nam-soon?

Pretty name.

Sh*t, whatever.

Careful! Watch it!

Use that room.

That...

And that.

Don't touch.

And never ever wake me up.

If you need money,

take it from here.

But don't take

more than $30 at a time.

Use the dishes up there.

Don't touch

the ones down here.

Where are you going?

Don't ask me

where I'm headed.

Gotcha!

Sh*t.

You can all play here now.

Oh no!

Analgesia ...

ANALGESIA:

insensibility to pain...

Excuse me.

Ever heard of hemophilia?

You have hemophilia?!

You're awake?

I didn't wake you, did I?

You said you don't feel

anything for scrawny me!

No, it always gets like this

in the morning.

Don't go in there!

What's this?

What was that?

Blood clotting serum.

You heard,

my blood doesn't clot.

- Did you get it checked out?

- Why? I'm not sick.

Garlic, onions

carrots, oranges,

peanuts, seaweed, and fish.

They help clear up the blood.

I never eat that.

If my blood gets clearer,

I bleed more and more.

So, I smoked in middle school

to dirty up my blood.

What are you, a vampire?

Oh! That's right!

Listen.

I have hemophilia.

Vampires have

Porphyric Hemophilia.

Hemo means blood.

Philia means love.

They both have

great love for blood.

That's why they use

the same word. Get it?

I'm a total vampire.

You've lost it...

So...

You can't

taste things, too?

I didn't see your medical

files on purpose.

I don't feel sick!

Right! It's an illness.

- I'm not sick!

- Fine.

Geez! You scared me.

- I saw you.

- How?

Watch.

This tastes spicy.

It's tear-jerking,

hot spicy!

Books say that you can

train to recognize taste.

Taste is a sense.

Try this.

Think of it as rehab.

Say, 'Ah'.

Hey, look.

We spoon kissed.

This is yours, bro.

This one's mine.

The hell.

Who're you calling bro'?

Shithead, fool...

Uncle, mister,

and bro.

I chose the nicest one.

Then, how about sis!

Just call my name.

Mr. Nam-soon? Sir?

- Drop the sir.

- Just Nam-soon?

Hey, Nam-soon?

We just have this area

left to tear down.

Any progress

with the compensations?

Compensation?

When someone living

in a shack

hears of redevelopment...

They ask

for a 700ft apartment.

Damn...

Seoul is a complete hell.

Gushing with greed

and earthly desires.

What the f*** is this!

Sh*t!

Son of a b*tch!

Sh*t.

Hey, is there

a payphone nearby?

I looked all around,

but can't find one.

Doesn't she have a cell...

I don't have a cell phone.

I like payphones way

better.

Why are good

and cheap stuff gone

and replaced

with expensive things.

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