limp.
Maybe you can do that, but I can't,
at least not in cold blood.
Well, then I guess you got yourself
a new boyfriend.
Hi. Did you come to see my brother?
Oh, my God.
What? No. I mean,
we just dropped him home.
And he told you we live here?
He is so modest, he kills me.
I suppose he didn't mention
our ancestral estate in Scotland
or our apartment in Paris.
So modest!
Hi, Ass Face.
- I just saw your girlfriend outside.
- Did she say anything to you?
That's for me to know
and for you to find out.
- Mom!
- Tell me!
Look...
How far are you going?
To the nearest gas station.
Wonderful. How far is that,
Russia or something?
Don't worry. You're young.
Not any more. You'd better give me
your phone number after this.
- How you doing?
- All right.
- You nervous about something?
- No.
- You look nervous.
- No, I'm fine.
- Do you always come to school early?
- No. Do you?
- Never.
- So why today?
I wanted to talk to you.
- About...
- Not about art.
I'm totally cool with the situation.
I was looking for a way out with
Amanda. You saved me a tough talk.
I'm supposed to believe this, right?
It's true. I don't want Amanda hating
me. I don't want anybody hating me.
I'd appreciate it if you'd do me a favour.
On Saturday, I'd like you to swing
by my place. I'm having a party.
- My parents are in Europe.
- You're inviting me to your house?
Yeah. Something wrong?
- I don't know. You tell me.
- There's nothing wrong with my end.
You got an inferiority complex?
I've known Amanda a long time.
If it's too much to ask you
to bring her to a party, sorry I asked.
- Put yourself in my position.
- Put yourself in my position.
I'm big enough to invite my ex
and the guy who stole her to a party.
I've taken a lot of shit over this.
That's why I'm cautious
about your motives.
I'll buy that. Come on.
It's a party.
It's not the end of the world.
Well...
Are you being straight with me?
Do you see any reason
why I should play games?
- Well, I'll talk to Amanda, but...
- I've talked to her. She's fine with it.
You talked to her? Really?
Well, we'll... We'll drop by then.
Good.
It wouldn't be the weirdest thing in
the world if we turned out to be friends.
Yes, it would.
See you.
- Got a coat and tie?
- No.
See you Saturday.
Your parents let you go clubbing
on school nights?
I'm waiting for Amanda.
Here? On a school night? Did I miss
something? Is there a new world order?
If you're gonna bug me and
make me feel bad, can you do it later?
She said she'd meet you here?
Not in those words.
In any words?
- Maybe she didn't have ID.
- Who doesn't have ID?
Maybe she doesn't like you
as much as you think.
Maybe.
Do you miss me, Keith?
This isn't the third grade any more.
She doesn't love you.
It's a joke. It's all a joke.
- How do you know?
- I'd bet my hands on it.
You don't want to make that bet.
Yeah, I do. I've been thinking
a lot lately about you and me.
And I came to a conclusion
that I didn't want to deal with.
But now I can't hide it any more.
I think we'd get along much better if we
didn't spend so much time together.
Why?
Because I'm driving you crazy,
and you're driving me crazy.
I'd rather not see you and have you
think good things about me
than have you see me and hate me,
because I can't afford
to have you hate me.
The only things I care about in this
goddamn life are me and my drums
and you.
AdiуS.
Wait. Watts... Watts!
It's ten after. Miss Albright's
gonna kill us.
Hi.
Get lost, Hardy.
You still mad at me?
- Can we talk? Please?
- No.
- This is cute.
- I want to talk to you.
Too late.
- I have been in agony over this.
- I doubt it.
- How can I convince you I love you?
- Start by leaving me alone. I'm late.
You're going out with low life
to hurt me. It's working. It hurts.
So you want me to go to your house
so you can prove you're a stud
by beating him up?
- Where did you hear that?
- Give me a little