Come on!
Let go!
Cut it out!
- Come on!
- Would you get out of here?!
Hey hey! Hunter!
That's enough, man!
- Leave her alone!
- What are you doing here?
Hunter, she says no,
she means no.
- Scotty, I think I can handle this.
- No, I know you can handle it.
Give me a break, will you, Scotty?
I don't need your advice this time.
I mean it.
Leave her alone.
Shit.
That's it, man.
That's it! All right?
The deal's off!
If that's the way you want it.
You've got till noon to get
your stuff out, all right?
He, uh-- he tricked me
into taking my clothes off.
Candy, why do you
keep on talking dirty to guys?
- Huh?
- It gets their attention.
Yeah, and don't you see
what it does?
You talk dirty to 'em,
they get turned on,
then all they want
to do is fuck you.
I just want them
to like me, Scotty.
What?
Hi.
Oh, hi, Hunter.
- You look lonesome.
- Not really,
Scotty's coming right back.
Um, I don't think so.
As a matter of fact,
he sent me up here
to keep you company.
Buy you a drink?
What's that supposed to mean?
It means that he's indisposed.
Indisposed?
Yeah. I guess, uh...
he figured, you know,
what the hell?
- Tit for tat.
- My tits for whose tat?
Candy's.
- You're kidding.
- He's taking a crack at her right now.
I don't believe you.
Well, go ahead
and see for yourself.
They're right down there.
You don't know what it's like
when people call you names like...
airhead,
dingaling,
yo-yo, bimbo.
There's no way you can
know that, Scotty.
Come here, baby.
It's okay, baby.
Ragger, I got no idea
what ticks her off.
She's acting weird to me
all the way home,
she runs out of the car,
she slams the door right--
Hello? Uh, yes, please.
Uh, one dozen
long-stemmed red roses
to Kristi Kelly.
Uh, just put "Love, Scotty"
on the card.
Thank you.
It's 11:25.
You've got 35 minutes
to get your stuff out.
You know something, Hunter?
You're really
a freak of evolution.
You got no balls,
but you're such a big prick.
Rag, let's get the fuck out of here,
- now.
- This is totally bogus.
A bunch of lame farts anyway.
Oh, those are beautiful.
Thank you.
- Bye.
- Bye bye.
# Do you love me?
Do you love me? #
# Do you love me?
Do you, do you really love me? #
# Tell me, tell me, tell me #
# If you really love me #
# Mr. Cool Mystery #
# Mr. Cool Mystery #
# I said do you love me,
Mr. Cool Mystery? #
# Don't give me
that silent treatment... #
Wow, Kimber Kong.
I talked to Kristi.
And?
She said she'll meet you here
in 20 minutes.
That's perfect. Great.
- Wait a minute, buddy.
- Huh?
She said if you make a scene,
she's gonna split.
Wait, hold on.
Hey, Kimber, come on!
What I do, miss a date or something?
What, I got brain damage?
You said it, I didn't.
Kimber, come on,
this is Scotty, remember?
Come on, tell me.
Why is Kristi so pissed off at me?
You're busted, buddy.
She saw you
on the beach last night
making your moves on Candy.
- What?!
- Yeah.
Hey, Kimberly,
check this one out.
- Oh! Fuck!
- Aw.
Great! A dumbbell
with a dumbbell.
# Don't call and say you need him #
# And then not show up
'cause you're leaving... #
Scotty, my man, what's going?
These girls are too fucking much!
Out of fucking sight!
- Hot fucking shit!
- I couldn't have said it better.
I couldn't have
said it better.
I gotta go backstage
and pump up one of the girls.
# Do you love me?
Do you love me? #
# Do you love me?
Do you, do you really love me? #
# Do you really love me? #
Hey, get those bimbos
off the stage!
- Yeah, get off, bimbos!
- Yeah, what are you doing?
Suck shit!
Jerkoff, you turn
that blaster off now!
What did you say, dickhead?
You want me to turn it up?
Hey, you son of a bitch!
I'll rip your fuckin' head off!
# I'm not sure,
'cause you're leaving me... #
Get him!
# 'Cause it's my heart
that you're holding #
# Do you love me?
Do you love me? #
# Do you love me?
Do you, do you really love me? #
# Tell me, tell