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Have there been a lot?

- What?

- Bums.

- Can you get that?

- Can't you get it yourself?

I get dizzy when I bend over.

Just get it, all right?

Here, man.

Cool.

Hey, dude...

look, they're coming.

You just... You can't shoplift,

all right, Lucy?

You got to grow up.

I know.

I just always mess up.

- Why do I always mess up?

- You don't always mess up.

- Yes, she does.

- See?

It's not your fault, all right?

It's me.

It's mine.

I'm just not doing

a very good job.

You do a great job, Amy.

You do a great job.

Ready to go?

Yep.

Hey.

Hey.

I really like your brother.

He's a cool kid, you know?

Yeah. Good.

I'm glad.

Is everything okay?

Oh, yeah.

Can I ask you a question?

It depends.

You have an orgasm?

What?

You know, like,

did you come?

- Didn't I act like I did?

- Yeah.

I mean, I just was thinking

about how you are...

in this house, you know?

It's crazy here,

and you don't yell or freak out,

so I was just wondering

if you feel me, you know?

Do you really think

you would be here

if I didn't feel anything?

Are you using me?

No.

'Cause I'm not a gigolo.

I could be yours.

So talk to me.

- You know, tell me something.

- What about?

Well, you ask questions

about a person,

you learn stuff, you know?

Just like...

Okay, you start.

Ask a question.

Okay.

Your brother, did he really

drive your parents crazy?

No.

- Where are you from?

- What? No.

You got to answer it

better than that, come on.

Did he really drive

your parents crazy?

No, they just left.

Where'd they go?

They said

they were going to Florida.

Vacation.

And then

they didn't come back.

They were kind of

messed up anyway, but...

I just got a postcard...

that said...

"Sorry, can't do it anymore.

So little time.

Love, mom and dad."

I'm from Cleveland.

What are you doin' here?

My whole sense of things

kind of got out of whack

after my brother died.

I was in my car.

I was driving the car,

and we were both drunk.

That doesn't go away,

you know?

Thinking about him,

wondering if he knew

what was happening.

Did it hurt?

Or was he mad at me?

He went

through the windshield.

Um, Sam, um...

What?

I'm sorry.

I'm just not good

at this kind of talk.

It just...

kind of makes me nauseous.

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

I could never take

I was never one to be took

Someone says we'll make it

But I never thought

that I could

Listen up, I mean it

What are we gonna do

with this thing?

I don't know.

It's been there

for about a decade.

- Does it work?

- No.

I'll take it to the dump

if you want.

Okay.

Think I wouldn't notice

Something else

is fighting my fear

If I had one more try

I could fly with her

And hide away the years

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