Training Day Page #3

What's wrong with you?

You know what?

I don't want you in my unit.

Get the f*** out of my car, rookie.

Poo butt-ass.

- What's the holdup?

- Move it!

Give me that thing.

I'll smoke it. Give it to me.

You want me to, I'll smoke it.

Virgin lungs. Man up now.

Man up, n*gger. Man up.

Go ahead. Get it.

- Come on!

- Shut the f*** up and just wait!

- Man the f*** up! Finish that sh*t!

- Geronimo.

Let's go, n*gger. Let's go.

Oh, sh*t!

You okay, kid?

That's a man size hit you took.

When's the last time you smoked weed?

The last... Twelfth grade.

We were...

- Well, we were...

- Smoking weed.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Left that out of your service jacket.

I know you got secrets.

Everybody got secrets.

- Didn't know you liked it wet, though.

- What's wet?

Butt-naked. Ill. Sherm. Dust.

PCP. Primos. P-dog.

That's what you had.

You couldn't taste it?

- I never done it.

- I haven't, but you have now.

Sh*t!

Sh*t. I'll get piss-tested,

and I'll get fired.

The boss has our back.

We know before we piss.

- Sh*t!

- Boom!

Why did you do this?

You're an adult.

Nobody made you smoke.

You made a decision. Live with it.

Not like I put a gun to your head.

Man...

- Oh, man, sh*t.

- Come on, get your sh*t together now.

This is my dog's house.

We'll see what he thinks of you.

- Get your ass in here!

- Roger, what's up?

- How are they treating you?

- All right.

- I didn't wake you up?

- I never sleep.

Right. This my new guy, Jake.

Come on. Get in here.

Yeah. Time to get my swerve on here!

- What you drinking?

- The best.

The best, I know. Best for the best.

I heard about Vegas.

Got a green light on your ass.

No problem.

Russians want you. I got your back.

I know that. Thank you.

Here. Get that medicine up in you.

- Back to the world.

- Back to the world.

Went and got yourself

a daisy-fresh rookie.

He's high as a motherf***er.

What did you give him?

- A little of Mexico's finest.

- Yeah.

Garbage.

- Where'd you grow up?

- North Hollywood.

- What's your last name?

- Hoyt.

Hoyt. Hoyt...

- Strong safety, North Hollywood High.

- Right.

- How'd you know that?

- How did you?

- I follow all the good players.

- No doubt.

Excuse me. Sh*t.

- Strong safety, huh?

- It's me. What's up?

I can't do anything.

Clean up your own mess. Don't call me.

Hey! Here's a joke, boy.

Man walks out of his house,

sees this snail lying on his porch.

So he picks it up,

chucks it into the backyard.

Snail bounces off a rock,

busts its shell up all to sh*t...

...lands in the grass.

Snail lies there dying.

But...

...snail doesn't die.

Soon it can crawl again.

And one day...

...snail heads back

to the front of the house.

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