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- It's a real nice sign. How much?|- I have to see ID.
- I left it at home. How much?|- Not unless you show me ID.
Why you being an a**hole? Take the|money and let me get the f*** out of here.
- It's the law and the policy...|- I don't give a f*** about you,
and I don't give a f*** about your laws.
- Take the goddamn money, all right?|- Let go of the beer.
- Don't be an a**hole.|- Let go of the beer.
- Dick.|- Shithead.
Don't mention it.
I saw you this morning.
Got any dope?
Get in. I know where to get some.
Where are we going?
He did something bad to her, I know it.
We'll find her.|Where is that brother of yours?
Where's my Missy?
- I killed her.|- No!
I drowned her.
- A man's trying to sleep.|- Shh, Kim, please.
Please, Kim.|We'll make him buy you a new one.
It wouldn't be the same,|I want my Missy back.
Why are you so mean?
Stick your head up your ass if you|want quiet. Tim, you get back here.
- Lighten up.|- Tim.
Remember my age.
Open this door.
Hurry your ass!
Be right there.
- He's here early. Drug run, right?|- None of your business.
- No.|- I'll make the turdface buy you a new one.
I don't want the turdface to buy me|a new one. I want you to beat him up.
Oh, honey... Tim?
- Tim.|- Matt!
Beat it, fart.
Let me go with you guys.|Could show you a dead body.
What? You got a girlfriend now?
I'm not kidding. Look, I'm dying for a joint.
You get back in this house|right this instant. Tim. Tim!
What's this? Feck doesn't charge.
I charge. What? You think this car|runs on God's own methane?
- I don't know.|- Where were you last night, anyhow?
John was getting all out of control.
- I'll bet. Who else was there?|- Jamie.
Oh, Jamie. I didn't miss anything.
Now, Clarissa, maybe.
Keep your hands off Clarissa, dude.
Sh*t, what am I worried about?
What? Are you dying in there?
- Cheque's in the mail.|- It's me, Feck, Layne. Don't shoot, OK?
- I know, Feck.|- I shot a girl once.
I am your friend.
Yeah, you say so, huh?
- You're my friend?|- Yeah.
Yeah, maybe so.
- Don't you try anything.|- OK.
Why don't you and Matt come in and, uh...
- see Ellie?|- Oh!
I'd love to, Feck, you know?|But we're kind of, we're late for school...
- Oh, yeah.|- Yeah.
Well? How much you want, then?
Aw, come on. No, I came by to see|how you're doing, good old Feck.
Yeah, good old Feck.
Yeah. How much you want?
Just a couple of joints.
- You're my friend.|- Of course.
She had it coming, man.
Yeah, I know, Feck. You know,|women are evil. You had to kill her.
- All right. See you.|- All right, see you.
Thanks for the weed.
You're my friend.
Ellie, huh? The gun - did he have the gun?
You're my friend.
- Gimme a cigarette, man.|- You f***ing gave up cigarettes.
- I gave up yesterday, not today.|- I gave up lending.
Learn some self-control,|you're interrupting. Go on.
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