wasn't. That was not
the noise I was talking about.
I may not have caught you in the act
this time, but you can bet I will.
You make book on that, missy.
And you!
I will not be made a fool of.
- It was an accident.
- You're an arsehole!
Sue me.
So, Ahab, kэbo my doobage?
Yo, waistoid!
You're not going to blaze up in here.
(lndistinct)
Shit.
(# Blues music plays)
(Johnson giggles)
(lmitates blues-singer's accent)
Chicks cannot hold their smoke.
Do you know how popular I am?
I'm so popular. Everybody
loves me so much at this school.
(Johnson) Poor baby.
Five.
(Claire giggles)
(# Rock music plays)
Argh!
Mr... Mr Tearney.
A history of slight mental illness?
- No wonder he's so fucked up.
- Afternoon, Dick.
- Hey, Carl. How are you?
- Good.
- Good. Whaќs up?
- Not much.
- What are you doing?
- Nothing. Just a little homework.
- Homework?
- Yeah.
Confidential files?
This is a sensitive area and certain
people would be very embarrassed.
I would appreciate it
if this could be something
that you and I
could keep between us.
- What will you do for me?
- What would you like?
- Got 50 bucks?
- What?
50 bucks.
No, no, man.
- You got a middle name?
- Yeah. Guess.
Your middle name is Ralph, as in puke.
Your birth date is March 12th.
You're 5 foot, 9.5 inches.
You weigh 130 pounds.
Your social security number
is 049380913.
Wow! Are you psychic?
No.
Would you mind telling me
how you know all this about me?
- I stole your wallet.
- (Johnson) Give it to me.
- No.
- (Johnson) Give it!
- You're a thief, too.
- I'm not.
Multi-talented!
There's only two bucks
and a beaver shot.
- What?
- A nudie picture. Iќs perverted.
Leќs see it.
- Are all these your girlfriends?
- Some of them.
- What about the others?
- Some I consider my girlfriends.
- Some I just consider.
- Consider what?
Whether I want to hang out with them.
You don't believe
in just one guy, one girl?
- Do you?
- Yeah. Thaќs the way it should be.
- Not for me.
- Why not?
- Why so much in your purse?
- Why so many girlfriends?
I asked you first.
I don't know.
I guess I never throw anything away.
- Neither do I.
- Oh.
This is the worst fake ID
I've ever seen.
- You realise you made yourself 68?
- (Johnson) I know. I goofed it.
- (Andrew) Why do you need fake ID?
- So I can vote.
- You want to see whaќs in my bag?
- No.
Holy shit! What is all that stuff?
Do you always carry
this much shit in your bag?
Yeah.
I always carry
this much shit in my bag.
You never know
when you may have to jam.
Are you going to be,
like, a shopping bag lady?
You know, sit in alleyways and talk
to buildings and wear men's shoes?
- I'll do what I have to do.
- Why do you have to do anything?
My home life is unsatisfying.
You'd subject yourself
to the dangers of the streets
because your home life is unsatisfying?
I don't have to live in the street.
I can go to the ocean,
I can go to the mountains.
I can go to Israel,
Africa, Afghanistan.
Andy, want to get in on this?
Allison says she wants to run away
because her home life is unsatisfying.
Everyone's home life is unsatisfying.
If it wasn't, people would live
with their parents forever.
Yeah, but I think hers goes beyond
what guys like you and me
consider "normal unsatisfying".
Never mind. Forget it.
Everэthing's cool.
- Whaќs the deal?
- No. There's no deal, Sporto.
- Forget it.
- (Andrew) Wait a minute.
Either you really want to run away
or you want people to think you want to.
Eat shit!
The girl is an island unto herself.
OK?
Hi. You want to talk?
- No.
- Why not?
Go away.
- Where do you want me to go?
- Go away!
- You have problems.
- I have problems?
You do everэthing
everybody tells you.
OK. But I didn't dump my purse
out on the couch
and invite people into my problems.
Did I?
So whaќs wrong?
What is it?
Is it bad? Real bad?
Parents?
Yeah.
What do they do to you?
They ignore me.
Yeah.
Yeah.
What