-Knock it off. -May as well go out on my own free will.

Not with us in the fucking car.

-Jesus, Carter, no. -Stop it.

Carter, stop the car.

Hey, what's the worry if it ain't your time?

I could get nailed and you all wouldn't give a shit, right?

-It's only me. -It doesn't work that way, Carter.

And I fucking hated French class.

CLEAR: Control yourself. -That's what I'm doing.

I know what you're doing. And it's all right to be scared.

I'm not afraid, all right? I decide when it's time.

I control my life, I control my death.

You don't have to prove to us how big your balls are. Not now.

[GRUNTS]

-Carter, stop driving like such an asshole. -What are you doing?

Fuck it, Carter, Jesus Christ. Carter, put your hands back on the wheel.

CLEAR: Carter, stop. ALEX: Hands on the wheel, Carter.

Oh, shit.

ALEX: Okay, Carter, easy.

I am so close to puking right now, you don't even wanna know.