Negative Page #5

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I can't sleep.

I'm serious.

What do you recommend?

Sheep, white fence.

How many of them jump over

in identical succession?

It's classic for a reason.

You had to f***in' drive?

I don't care

if you could water ski.

No one's talkin' about driving.

- I was talking about...

- Yeah.

I'll tell you what, it seems

like there is somebody

f***in' talkin' about drivin'

and that's this guy.

You just, I want you to listen.

You are mine, alright?

All of it, even those

f***ed-up ears of yours.

The sh*t don't even

dangle properly.

- Oh, f*** you!

- F*** me? No.

- F*** you!

- Listen, listen to me.

- Oh.

- You're gonna respect me.

Will you listen to me?

So many f***ing rules. Yeah!

Some bling

for your pimp hand, huh?

- I'm pimp?

- Yeah.

You want, you want me

to show you pimp?

- Huh? Oh, oh?

- Don't, don't.

- Don't! I'm serious.

- Loosen up. Come on!

Huh, you're serious about,

what are you serious about?

[groaning]

[vomiting]

[coughing]

- That's f***ing gross.

- Oh.

[indistinct chatter]

[female 2] I don't wanna f***ing

do that right now.

- Let go of me!

- You don't want it?

- Do you not f***ing want it?

- Get the f*** away from me.

Don't...

Oh, God! Ow.

- Ow!

- Natalie?

[gasps]

Holy sh*t!

[sighs]

What is it, huh?

Do you see something?

[Hollis]

Guy's beating on this girl.

You woke me up because

you're people-watching?

- She's in trouble.

- Not our problem.

- Well, I'm going out there.

- No, you're not.

You're not gonna

shoot me for trying

to help a stranger in need.

- You don't know me.

- Use my back as a target.

Light the whole building up.

- F*** off, Graham. Graham.

- Or what?

[groans]

- Alright, that's enough.

- Stop. F*** you.

- Walk away, man.

- Oh, I'm serious.

Let her go. Leave her alone.

You don't speak for her

or talk to me.

Now walk the f*** away.

Hey, hey, hey.

Just, just cool down, okay?

- I don't want any trouble!

- Cool down? Told you.

You should have

walked the f***ed away.

- Let him go!

- Shut the f*** up!

- He doesn't wanna fight...

- Shut the f*** up!

F*** you, Graham.

F***er's stuck his neck

where it doesn't belong.

[groaning]

Oh, come on, Graham, don't!

[Natalie]

Balance is off.

Weight's not

properly distributed.

[groaning]

It won't deliver

the blow you think.

Oh, yeah, is this

your little turd?

I'll tell you what,

you wait, you wait here

I'll get you next.

[Natalie]

Don't like waiting.

Builds anticipation.

I don't know about you,

but it never

really lives up

to my expectations.

Oh? Yes, your mouth

likes to talk.

Hey, I think I prefer a move...

without words.

[grunting]

[groaning]

- Look, ma, no hands.

- What the f***?

This man is a Neanderthal.

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