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- Lauren... - Leave!
- Really? - The Lord is my witness, yes.
I've just come to expect it.
Stop leaving the gun lying around on the table.
- Can't we talk? - No!
She's groaning now. Humping up, down, up.
A book of venereal diseases.
"The seeds of love have taken hold and, if we won't burn together, I'll burn alone."
♫ And the thought of loving you is getting so exciting
- Get out! - Yahhhhhhhhhh!
♫ We'll be together again
I played her a song that I'd written myself, then segued into one by Counting Crows.
Too much tension, but they offer to drive me to Rome.
♫ This time they're much too slow
- Gross! - Much better!
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- Peter. - Really?
- Marc, what about the fucking cash?! - What class...man?
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You used to go out with Paul Denton.
which I didn't.
- Bitchin' ride! You pick the colour? - Yeah. Don't crash it.
I want change. Bring Daddy back change.
[SHE SIGHS]
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and you will be unable to operate your weapon!
Please, would you just get him up?! His name's Harry. Please help him!
Get the fuck out before you ruin my movie!
Sometimes...a minute...
[SEAN] You are one dirty bitch!
♫ Stop! Stand there where you are before you go too far
Mitchell...you're a pussy.
That's great.
♫ Without thinking
I thought there were things about her I'd never forget,
So fuck you!
Drove a Ferrari, made out with a Dutch model.
"Tonight's the night, tonight's the night, tonight's the night, tonight's the night..."
but who was either an NYU film student there for The End Of The World, or a townie.
You want some blow, motherfucker? You bring me my motherfucking cash!
You don't know until you do know and you have to go there to know.
Get this straight, fuckhead! I need you like I need a motherfucking asshole on my elbow!
Dry heaves. There's a lot of air in his stomach.
♫ When we rise
and realising that this person behind me wasn't the NYU student, but somebody else.
You don't have a pulse. I think you're dead. Let me run a few tests...
Peter. Peter the freshman.
He wouldn't have cared if I had one or not.
[LAUGHS TO HIMSELF]
- Teenville? - You should've just said no, Harry.
Saturdays suck ass. I don't have to put up with this shit. I'm dropping this fucking class.
[CHORUS FROM "AIDA"]
Bought some coke, met some blonde that reminds me of Lara, gave her 1 00 guilders.
- Yeah, it is. - Should I know you?
Monster!!!!! Wolf fox hyena cheetah black panther crocodile gharial cobra kistune and gastornis are going to the monster tower
- Go with him, bitch. - Fucker. Ow!
Bulimic passes for healthy except your teeth rot, but my teeth aren't, so...
- Thank God you're still dealing. - Where's Lauren?
♫ Oh, I swear there's something when she's pumping
- Oh, oh! - Oh, yeah, you're turning me on [!]
Um...call Security. Trust me, they'll be there within an hour.
- He's a freshman. Freshmen don't OD. - Fuck you, Paul!
Whatever. Look, I gotta meet my adviser.