The Dinner Page #4

more humble, but no.

Yeah, well, anyway, we haven't

heard from her in a while.

The only reason I'm telling you this

is, uh, as a warning,

Everyone falls for Stan.

Once you fall for him,

I can't protect you.

He's not my friend.

Not even voting for him.

In fact, I'm not voting at all.

Ever.

See, history is either a lie or a bore.

Now I have no one to talk to.

Kids needs to be entertained

in order to learn,

I was wrong.

History can't compete

with video games, YouTube,

Twitter, Facebook, Instagram,

Kik, Burn Note, Whisper,

Yik Yak, Skype,

90m,

You see, kids,

history can't compete.

History is over.

Everything is happening

in this second.

[cellphone buzzing]

- Paul:
Hello.

- Dad?

No, no, I need it now.

It's okay.

I'll just come and get it.

Don't worry about it.

Hey, do you mind giving me

a ride someplace?

Katelyn:
Oh, Paul.

I am a monster for keeping

your wife away.

Yes, you are, Kate.

Yes, you are.

You never complain, do you, Kate?

I mean, honestly,

I've never seen anything like it.

That's how my father raised me,

for better or worse.

I don't have anything

to complain about.

I mean, we all don't.

We're blessed.

I just--just, I just want everyone

to be happy.

Is that so outrageous?

Of course not.

I'll be in in a second.

Beau:
Hey, Beau here.

Tonight's okay.

Claire:
Hi, love, it's Mom.

I'm on my way home.

Dad and I are going out

to a restaurant

Your father doesn't know

about tonight

I'll check in with you around 10:00.

Please don't stress.

Dad?

Hey. Hey-hey.

I thought I'd meet you outside.

Were you just on my phone?

I just was trying to call you.

How were you trying to call me

on my own phone?

Again.

[nervous laugh]

Rick:
You really think he's dead.

Michael:
I guess...

- L don't know, that's really horrible.

- It's not horrible. Don't be scared.

- Rick:
Come on.

- [all arguing, indistinct]

Rick:
Just do what Michael tells you.

God. Jesus!

Let's get out of here.

Jesus.

Come on.

Get the f*** up.

The guy's probably deranged.

- Oh, you're such a f***--

- Beau, come on.

[chuckles] Look.

We still need the cab, jeez.

Look at this, really a piece of sh*t.

Hey! Why don't you get up?

Hey, stink-o!

Smells like rotten eggs.

Probably got some

f***ing food in there.

Hey, mister. Get up!

There's one of you

and there's two of us.

Leave me alone.

- Oh, sh*t.

- What do you want?

What are you waiting for?

Get out of here.

Get out. Just f*** off.

- Woman:
Get out of here.

- No, don't. Come on.

Woman:

You don't know what the f***--

- Leave me. You go and leave me alone.

- Holy sh*t.

- Garbage to garbage.

- You f***ing sh*t.

- Oh, look.

- Oh, f***.

[woman sobbing]

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