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his car battery.
Acid burned right
through his shoe.
Oh, you litt
shfooyadell.
She should nurse.
At least somebody
feels like eating.
She doesn't know.
Isn't God wonderful
that way?
- Hello?
- Alan, it's Tony. You busy?
Usual shit--
Some Japanese guy
Got his suit ruined
at cirque du soleil.
- Listen, I need a suite.
- So all the guys coming out?
No no. I'm solo.
Oh. We'll see what
we can do about that.
Look, I just want to-
Peace and quiet...
- ...chill out.
- You set for transpo?
I'll be happy
to send a plane.
No more bets.
33 black odd.
No more bets.
Five red odd.
It's hard to imagine
for a poet,
But wordsworth
was as rich and popular
As, say, someone like
John grisham nowadays.
But wordsworth writes
"The world is
too much with us."
Later, he invokes
nature again.
Why such strong words
against the material world?
That was fast.
The gatehouse
usually gives
Shitty directions to
the east tower. Come in.
So...
you're a friend
of Chris.
Yeah...
Tony, by the way.
No, I know.
He's mentioned you,
actually.
Well, I heard nothing
but nice things about you.
Except... you're more
beautiful than he let on.
- Really?
- Talked about ya...
a few times, told me more
than once to look you up.
Did he?
Well well well.
You want a drink
or something?
I got some pinot grigio
in the fridge.
I got some, uh...
serious news.
- Uh-Oh.
- It's about Christopher.
- He's dead.
- At?
It was a car accident,
Happened
a couple days ago.
Oh my God.
That's fucking awful.
I'm sorry.
- What happened?
- Bad wreck...
high-Speed...
he was killed instantly.
Somehow, I walked away.
Jesus, that must
have been scary.
The fuckin' sound alone...
did he ever...
marry that one girl--The one wh-
No.
Found a real sweetheart,
though-- Kelli--
And...
they just had
a baby girl.
Maybe that's good,
you know?
I mean,
bad that he left her,
But good that he--
He left something.
I thought
you should know.
Well, um...
extremely cool, you coming
over here. I appreciate that.
- How long you here for?
- I don't know.
Just play it as I go.
- What's up?
- It's stefano.
Look, I'm sorry to bother you,
but I'm here at the school.
The asbestos,
it's backing up.
I've gotta dump
this shit.
It's not wrapped to code and
all the other violations--
- Yeah?
- I could get nailed big time.
We're workin' on it, John.
I'm trying
to negotiate it out,
But the asshole's
taking a hard line for now.
Just hang in there,
let me do my thing.
All right.
- Whoa.
- Jeff'll clean it up.
Make him clean it
in his bare feet.
I got the venison steaks!
Oh!
Oh!
What the fuck?
You blind?
Me?! You open the door,
you don't look at all.
Aw, shit, you wrecked
my fuckin' door.
- You did that to your own door!
- Whoa whoa whoa.
What the fuck
did you say?
I said he opened the door,
he don't look at all.
Look at my fuckin' bike!
- Do you hear this guy?
- You saw it!
Fuck you, nigger.
I am not a nigger!
I am from somalia!
I go to school and I work!
Do not call me
a nigger!
So you're some
terrorist piece of shit.
Either way, motherfucker,
you're in the wrong neighborhood.
Get the fuck away!
You a tough nigger now?!
You got something to say?
Cocksucker!
Do you mind?
No, knock yourself out.
This is the--
This is the new shit--
Medical-Grade, mellow,
Paranoia-Free.
Oh, well, that's good.
Oh, Chris loved
to party.
What's your point?
Nothing.
You just...
remind me
of him, obviously.
What's that mean?
I fuck like him?
So much
for paranoia-Free.
No, you were his
friend, that's all.
Why would you
bring him up?
All I'm saying
Is that there's
a certain kind of guy
That I don't run into
on campus.
But where I dance--
That accent,
the clothes.
I'm a type?
This coming from the girl who's
stripping her way through college?
Actually,
you're a surprise.
Chris
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