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Night.
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(YACHT'S "PSYCHIC CITY (CLASSIXX REMIX)" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)
This is my friend Jonathan.
THOMAS: You are literally retarded.
KYLE: Dick!
Shut the fuck up. It's pissing me off that you don't trust me to know what I'm doing.
Thomas is bitching out like the little bitch that he is.
ALL (CHANTING): Thomas! Thomas! Thomas!
THOMAS: It's my fucking dog.
Dude, people are spilling shit, breaking shit, probably stealing shit.
"I want your ass, Mommy"? Who talks like that?
DAD: Thomas, get down here!
- We gotta get out of here. - I can't leave my house.
REPORTER 2: It's complete chaos out here.
(GRENADES EXPLODING)
THOMAS: Shit, shit, shit!
Yeah, so if you were there at the party in Pasadena last night, hit us up...
DAD: Didn't know you had Goth friends. THOMAS: He's just a friend from school.
Shit! Dax, find the phone.
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(CROWD BOOS)
BOY 1: What's going on, man?
- Evening, officers. - Fellas having a party?
I can't believe, like, you guys just did this to me.
THOMAS: Hey.
THOMAS: Damn, dude. J.B.: Whoa.
I heard, "midget in oven."
Will you drop a beat so I can do a birthday rap? Ahem.
Not a party that's still going, anyway.
We're shooting this birthday movie for Thomas.
I had a really fun time.
It's just that it's a small get-together. It should be basically chill.
THOMAS: How do you know that? COSTA: Don't ask. My boy's in deep.
And I'm sorry for all the times I called you Fat Fuck.
Where did all these people even come from?
(CROWD CHEERING)
TYLER: We're fucked!
- Here's 40 bucks for pizza, okay? THOMAS: Oh, cool.
I'm talking about the fucking people in the house.
I know where they build 'em
COSTA: Straight up here, then take a right again. THOMAS: All right, listen.
All right, all right. Props on the "can/may" bullshit. Very good.
J.B.: Ah! Fuck.
You wanna help? Do something.
Fuck, yeah!
THOMAS: Costa, come sit down, dude. He's about to fucking...
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Can we talk about this insanity in Pasadena last night?
THOMAS: You're such a dick, Costa.
THOMAS: Okay, cool.
Hey, can I get to my locker right there?
We've been trying your cell all night.
If I don't fuck a girl with big tits tonight, I'm drowning myself.
MILES: How you guys doing on liquor? You got liquor?
(CHANTING CONTINUES)
I just wanted to let you know that we're gonna be having a party...
Fuck that asshole. You're killing it, bro.
Oliver came over earlier and told me you guys were having a little party...
J.B.: Jesus Christ.
"I want your ass too, Mommy"?
ALEXIS: So it's your birthday.
DAD: So leave the gate open for the gardener.
(PHONE RINGING)
Yeah, we're hosting a little birthday party for Thomas.
Game changer.
- We have bogeys. BOY 2: What up, Costa?
Remind you of the sky when I'm fucking And we on cloud nine for that minute
But I think I do now and that's why I'm here.
It really hurt me.
Would you like to apologize?
(INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE)
- Uh, Dickens Street? COSTA: Yeah.
(T-RICK YELLING)
We have a noise complaint.
COSTA: Get the fuck out of here!
COSTA: Oh, that's LaRosa. He graduated.
J.B.: Are you sure this guy's cool? COSTA: T-Rick's the coolest.
And J.B., what's up? You wanna suck my dick
No doubt. Thank you, sir.
- Upscaled it. I fucking did. - Yeah.
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