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of slight mental illness.
[Chuckles]
No wonder he's so fucked up.
Afternoon, Dick.
[Chuckles] Good.
Hey, Carl. How you doing?
Good. What's up?
Not much. What's happening?
What are you doing
in the basement files?
Oh, nothing. Nothing here.
Just doing a little homework.
Homework, huh?
Yeah.
Confidential files, huh?
Look, Carl. This is
a highly sensitive area,
and I tell you something.
Certain people would be
very, very embarrassed.
I would really appreciate it
if-if this would be something...
that you and I could...
could keep between us.
What are you gonna
do for me, man?
What would you like?
Got 50 bucks?
What?
Fifty bucks.
[Both Laughing]
No, no, no, man.
No, you got a middle name?
[Coughs]
Yeah, I guess.
Your middle name
is Ralph, as in puke.
Your birthday,
it's March 12.
You're 5'91/2".
You weigh 130 pounds.
And your
social security number is...
049-38-0913.
[Snickers]
Wow.
Are you a psychic?
No.
Would you mind telling me
how you know all this about me?
I stole your wallet.
Give it to me.
No.
Give it.!
[Scoffs]
This is great.
You're a thief too, huh?
I'm not a thief.
Multitalented.
What's there to steal?
Two bucks and a beaver shot.
A what?
He's got a nudie picture in there.
I saw it. It's perverted.
All right.
Let's see it.
- Are all these your girlfriends?
- Some of'em.
What about the others?
Well, some I consider my girlfriends,
and some I just consider.
Consider what?
Whether or not I wanna
hang out with them.
You don't believe
in just one guy, one girl?
- Do you?
- Yeah.
- It's the way it should be.
- Well, not for me.
Why not?
How come you got
so much shit in your purse?
- How come you have
so many girlfriends?
- I asked you first.
I don't know. I guess I never
threw anything away.
- Neither do I.
- Oh.
This is the worst fake I.D.
I've ever seen.
[Chuckles]
Do you realize
you made yourself 68?
[Brian]
I know. I know.
I goofed it.
What do you need
a fake I.D. For?
So I can vote.
You wanna see
what's in my bag?
[Both]
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 gonna be,
like, a shopping bag lady?
You know, like,
sit in alley ways...
and talk to buildings
and wear men's shoes
and that kind of thing?
I'll do what
I have to do.
Why do you have to
do anything?
My home life...
is unsatisfying.
So you're saying you'd subject yourself
to the violent dangers...
of these Chicago streets
because your home life is unsatisfying?
I don't have to run away
and live in the street.
I can run away
and go to the ocean.
I can go to the country,
to the mountains.
I could go to Israel,
Africa... Afghanistan.
Andy, wanna get in
on this?
Allison here says
she wants to run away...
because her home life
is unsatisfying.
Well, everyone's home life
is unsatisfying.
And if it wasn't,
people would live
with their parents forever.
Yeah, yeah, I understand,
but I think hers goes beyond...
what, you know,
guys like you and me
consider normal unsatisfying.
Never mind. Forget it.
Everything's cool.
- What's the deal?
- No.
There's no deal, sporto.
Forget it.
Leave me alone.
Wait a minute.
You're carrying all that crap
around in your purse.
Either you really wanna
run away, or you want people
to think you wanna run away.
Eat shit!
The girl is an island
unto herself, okay?
Hi.
You wanna talk?
No.
Why not?
Go away.
Where do you
want me to go?
Go away!
- You have problems.
- Oh, I have problems.
You do everything
everybody tells you to do.
That is a problem.
Okay, fine.
But I didn't dump my purse
out on the couch...
and invite