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And I doubt anyone's farting in her bed.

I'm so sorry.

You used to love my farts.

I was lying to you.

What about you and Allen?

You guys still see each other?

Just with the kids.

Good, because we saw Allen the other day

with the biggest bimbo.

You should have seen this girl.

Remember her, Roman?

Okay, just because he was with her,

doesn't mean he was "with" her.

Darling...

Doesn't mean anything. Okay?

Oh, sh*t, did I just say something dumb?

Not at all.

Why?

- More pie?

- Yes, please.

- I'd love some. Thanks.

- Yes.

Hey!

Are you seeing someone else?

What?

You heard me.

You mean,

am I sleeping with someone else?

Exactly.

What is wrong with you?

So you're not seeing anyone else

besides me?

I don't know.

I thought we were back together.

Why are you even asking me this?

Are we?

I hate her. Look at her.

- Even her underwear is skankville.

- Totally.

'Cause that is stuff that

they write songs about.

I wish I had her ass, though.

- Come on.

- What?

That ass is a full-time job for her.

You know what,

no matter if I work out and I do anything,

my ass is always going to be flat.

Em? Are those Care Bears on your undies?

Shut up, okay? It's all my mom will buy.

What am I supposed to do about it?

Mom just got a ton of stuff

from Victoria's Secret that doesn't fit.

And she's not gonna return it.

Do you want it?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

Yeah, no, I need something

that Colin's going to like.

Who's Colin?

Mr. Ross. The trig teacher.

- Are you kidding me?

- Nope.

- Don't worry about it.

- You're sick.

- Double. Double. Double.

- You're sick.

- You're sick.

- You're sick.

Emily, Emily, free me.

Come on, I love you, please.

- Okay, go bother somebody else.

- I love you.

No, come on.

- Hey, watch it.

- I was just going for the ball.

Hey, Lola, are you okay?

- Let's go.

- It's not funny. Why are you laughing?

It's always funny when someone falls.

Yo, can we play? Come on.

Walk away. Just ignore him. He's a jerk.

- Stop following me.

- You wish.

- Skank-ass ho.

- Stop calling me that!

Stop calling me that!

- Hey, come on. Leave it.

- You're pretty hot when you're mad.

- Screw you!

- Lola, walk away!

- Just get out of here. Leave it. Come on.

- Are you kidding me?

Come on, come on, leave it. Seriously.

- Lola, stop.

- Come on, come on.

- I can't believe I ever dated you.

- Get off, dude.

Kyle, the hero.

Look, it's not my fault.

He won't quit harassing me.

You wish.

Now you guys are harassing me.

Please don't call my mom.

- Give me your phone.

- No, Mom, please, you can't do that.

Yes, I can. Bad grades are one thing,

but this is unacceptable.

- Mom, I swear it's not my fault.

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