Superbad Page #3

- You sing good.

- Sing it again.

- Like a bird.

- No, I knoW, I just-- I Want to.

- You Want a line of cocaine?

- No Way, man.

- Yeah.

Don't make this Weird. Sing.

- Sing it again.

- Turbo.

- F***! Over!

- Okay, Watch this.

I'll get it right on the nose.

You're gonna f*** it up.

You're gonna f*** it up.

Under!

I feel hammered.

That doesn't make any sense.

- You're a f***ing p*ssy.

- Okay, okay. Great, great.

- Okay, McLovin, see if you can do it.

- The kid's gonna nail it.

Come on, McLovin.

Do it, buddy. Come on, buddy!

- Bring it!

- 0.08, motherfuckers!

- Man!

- That's my boy!

- Yes!

- Beginner's luck. Beginner's luck.

So, What's it like to have guns?

It is aWesome, McLovin.

- I mean, it's mindbl--

- It's great.

I haven't had one for long,

a feW months, but I'll tell you...

...it's like having tWo c*cks.

- Yup.

If one of your c*cks

could kill someone.

- Can I hold one?

- What?

Can I hold one of your guns?

- Yeah, sure.

- Fine With me. Why not?

Everyone should hold a gun

at least a couple times.

Yeah, there you go.

- Have a blast.

- "Have a blast."

- That's funny.

- I've never held one of these before.

- Are they hard to shoot?

- Lf you're Michaels, they are.

- He can't shoot Worth dick.

- What?

I can shoot. What are you--? Wait.

- I can't shoot Worth dick?

- You cannot shoot.

- I shot that cat last Week.

- It Was already dead, man.

- I still shot it.

- That cat Was dead.

There's only one Way

to settle this, guys.

- Shoot-off.

- Shoot-off.

- Shoot-off!

- Shoot-off!

There's a lot of reasons

Why I like you.

I mean, you're handsome

and you're a good friend.

Dude, there he is. That's the guy.

Hey, Mark, right there.

Oh, you got a stain too.

- We're blood brothers.

- Shut the f*** up.

You're in my house,

you ansWer my questions.

What Were you doing

dancing With Jacinda?

I don't even dance. I just--

I don't even dance ever, so--

I've never even tried it.

Then Where the hell did this

come from, a**hole?

Maybe you and I rubbed up against

each other at some point.

I don't remember. Maybe it Was

some ricochet scenario. I don't knoW.

- HoW am I supposed to knoW?

- Kick his ass, Mark.

Shut the f*** up, Scarlett.

Where do you get off

dancing With my fiance?

To some girl.

Talk about the hurting.

- Sh*t.

- All right.

- Yo! Fight!

- Move it!

- Go, check this out!

- Oh, f***!

And What the hell is this?

- I don't f***ing-- It's detergent.

- Yeah, What are you doing With it?

I got f***ing blood on my pants.

Get doWn.

What the f*** is this all about, man?

Are you--?

- Well, f*** me.

- Fellas.

Oh, sh*t,

I've been tackled by little girls!

You die! You're next!

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