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don't like talking to me?
What do you want?
I just want to say
I'm sorry, that's all.
- Oh, you were a part of that?
- No, but they're my friends.
- The guys who did it.
- Nice friends you have.
Well, better to
have no friends at all?
Honestly? Yeah.
Yeah, it is. Yeah.
You know that's why you
get so much sh*t, right?
The way you act like
you're smarter than everyone.
Well, I don't torment
people I don't know.
- I thought you said you didn't care.
Since you can't apologize
to him for this morning,
I guess apologizing to me
is enough to make yourself
feel better, right?
You know what?
I was really wrong.
You're definitely
not smarter than us.
And why is that?
Because Troy was my friend.
How'd you know Troy?
Are you apologizing to me now?
No.
You really don't care
what people think, do you?
No.
- That's a nice trick.
- Thanks.
I studied in the far East.
Maybe you could
show me how it's done.
Step one:
years of ridicule.
What if I start
by sitting next to you?
It's probably not a good idea.
I'll take my chances.
- How do you eat that stuff?
- This?
Pretty much in the standard way.
You know, if I ate that every day,
I'd have a big, fat ass.
Is that your greatest fear?
No, but...
... it's my mom's greatest wish.
- That you be fat?
- No. Just fatter than her, anyway.
Sounds healthy.
Is it true that you found Troy?
- Why?
- I'm just...
- ...wondering what really happened.
- Just wondering?
You want me to tell you
a bunch of gory details, is that it?
It's impossible
trying to talk to you.
You know,
I read this statistic
that the average kid
sees something like...
...10,000 dead bodies
Is that what it was like?
Like TV?
No.
It was nothing
like that at all, really.
How'd you know Troy?
Listen, Dean, I should
have asked you this...
Jesus! Crystal, just suck
his dick, why don't you?
- Billy.
- Did you ask him?
- Ask me what?
- Both of you guys get out of here, OK?
Oh. I don't
think she asked him.
Ask me what?
What are they talking about?
Here's the deal, psycho.
Troy has something we need,
and since you guys were
such good butt- buddies,
you're gonna go get it for us.
Get what?
Crystal, what's going on?
Pills, dipshit.
Pills, go get us the pills
and maybe I won't
have to kick your ass.
Crystal, you were right.
I'm really not as smart
as I thought I was.
I really believed you, you know?
- Wait, Dean...
- You were right about something else.
It's not that
I don't like talking.
No. It's just that
I don't like talking to you.
When I am designing
a family room,
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