Teen Wolf Page #3

Hi.

- I'd like a keg of beer, please.

- You don't say.

- Yeah, how much is that?

- Do you have any ID, sonny?

You little bastards

just won't give up, will you?

No ID, no goddamn beer. Can't you

get that through your thick skull?

Give me a keg of beer.

And these.

# Finding my way

# Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah

- What did you say to that guy?

- Just, "Give me a keg. "

- That's it?

- Yeah, that's it.

Well, Lewis. This is it.

Tonight's the night.

- Pamela is gonna be there and so am I.

- So is Mick.

- He won't be there.

- They're going together.

- They're not going together.

- Mick is like 20 years old.

He's still in high school

because he did time in jail.

- Forget Pamela Wells.

- They're not going together.

He's a total psycho.

Why don't you go for Boof?

She likes you.

- You sound like my dad.

- Pull over.

Trust me. We've got to stick together.

I'm not even listening anymore.

- Once and for all they're not going out.

- Yeah, they are.

- Not. You're mistaken.

- You're crazy.

- Lewis, take my wheels.

- I don't have my license yet.

Just do it.

Let's just go to the party.

This isn't a good idea.

Surf's up.

- Drive in front of us.

- Not too close.

- What are you gonna do?

- Will you just do it?

Kids.

- I'm gonna go slow, all right?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Don't worry.

We've got everything under control.

You do your thing and I will do mine.

Cowabunga!

What?

Whoa!

Ahh!

Wow!

- Wipe-out!

- You all right up there?

Yeah, no sweat.

But just watch those waves.

Hello, everybody. I have arrived.

You look great.

Yeah, nice hit, baby.

- You are a cheese ball.

- That's my middle name.

- You'd never catch me up there.

- You'd be the king of urban surfing.

No way, Louie. That's my baby.

Give me that.

Hi.

- Looking for someone in particular?

- Not you.

There you go.

She said two words to you.

Just like I said. No dry throats tonight.

Did I come through or what?

OK, put it down over there.

If we don't get to it, take it home.

17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24,

25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30!

That's it.

You got some kind of rash?

Matchmaker lady, the hat. All right.

Next up is... Whoa, help me Rhonda!

- What do I have to do?

- Read the name on the paper.

It says, "Chubby".

Matchmaker lady.

All right.

All right, Chubby, baby.

You have to eat

this whole bowl of Jell-O.

- What do I have to do?

- Hold the Jell-O.

All right, next up is...

...Boof!

It's... Scott.

- Booferino gets the Howard boy.

- I don't know if this is a good idea.

You're gonna love it.

In fact, it's the grand prize.

Two minutes. Anything goes, baby.

And don't disappoint us.

- It's kinda funny that you got me.

- I lied. I got Malcolm.

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