The Rules of Attraction Page #3

if we won't burn together, I'll burn alone."

This, this is stranger than I ever thought

What... How she do that?

- What's goin' on?

- Gonna have to sell that bike of yours!

- Why?

- Where's my money, college boy?!

- Do you take American Express?

- That's not funny!

You like that? They taught it in the army.

One of 17 hand-to-hand combat methods

of rendering your enemy defenceless.

All I gotta do is apply pressure

to rip your carpals free from your metacarpals

and you will be unable to operate your weapon!

I'm not your enemy, Rupert,

I don't have a weapon.

That's why you get a little time, homes.

- Do you want some coke?

- Sure.

Then buy your own, b*tch! Get the f***

outta my crib and get me my money!

There's an orgy tonight at Booth House.

I'm scoring for some freshmen. They're rich,

they want cocaine. What do you think?

I think you're a rich motherfucking motherf***er

who owes me a f***ing shitload

of motherfucking cash!

That's what I think, you rich motherf***er!

You want some blow, motherf***er?

You bring me my motherfucking cash!

- F*** you!

- Jesus f***ing Christ, don't get so tense!

I'll show you tense!

You're into me for a fuckload of money!

I think you

and your motherfucking rich-kid friends

are gonna take off to all your rich-ass lives,

leaving me holding my motherfucking dick!

So f*** you!

Rupert, I'm not like those rich a**holes!

I'm on financial aid!

I'm from a f***ing farm in Nebraska!

My family had to sell the f***ing cow

to get me here!

- Bullshit!

- My father's in the hospital, OK? I...

My family's strapped for cash.

I might have to drop out.

- Really?

- The Lord is my witness, yes.

- You don't have any f***ing cash?

- No.

I had to work all summer just to pay for this term.

I thought you went home to New York

for the summer.

That's what I told people

so they wouldn't laugh at me.

I actually had to wash pigs all summer.

Jesus Christ, man, I can get these kids

to overpay. They're desperate for drugs.

I'm your key to moving this sh*t. You need me.

I need the cash. We need each other.

Get this straight, fuckhead! I need you like

I need a motherfucking a**hole on my elbow!

Right here! An a**hole!

That's how much I need you!

- What you think, Guest?

- I think you should sniff less cocaine.

Stop leaving the gun lying around on the table.

Leave the boy alone before him piss in panty!

[GUEST CHUCKLES]

You know I'm just f***in' with you, baby, right?

Right.

[SNIFFS LOUDLY]

What kind of mark-up you think you can get?

- Well, that depends on how stepped-on it is.

- Stepped on? Guest, is our sh*t stepped-on?

No, man, it fresher than the morning snow!

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