One, two, three.
-Well, congratulations. -Excuse me?
You're a guaranteed winner of one of three fabulous prizes.
-Have you ever won anything major before? -No, never.
-Well, you have now. -Oh, my God.
-Are you kidding? -No, it's confirmed.
Are you sure? Okay, what did I win?
Either the Chevy Blazer, the Paris--
-Do you have a water filtration system? -One of them faucet filters? No, sir. I don 't.
-Well, do you read the papers or watch TV? -Sometimes, yeah.
Well, then you ' ve probably seen our advertisements.
The government is gonna make you pay a tax on the prize.
But if you buy the Waterson 2000 water filtration system...
...the prize gets recorded as a sales expense, and you don't pay any tax.
-Good deal, huh? -Yeah.
-And then I get the trip to Paris?
You're guaranteed one of those three prizes.
I'm gonna have a courier come to your house. You're gonna give him a check.
He's gonna come to me, and then we'll decide which one of those prizes you get.
See how that works?
-How much do I pay? -Three hundred ninety-eight dollars even.
-You'd pay twice that in stores. -I need to speak to my husband.
Irene, my supervisor just stepped into my office and he would love to talk to you.
Can you hold just a sec? Thanks, lrene.
-Good morning. -Who says so?
Irene Fisk. She wants to talk to her husband first.
Mrs. Fisk, John Goodhew, regional vice president.
Congratulations. Which prize are you hoping for?
-Paris. -That would be my choice too.
We've never been.
My associate tells me you have five grandkids? Wow.
I understand you'd like to speak to your husband first about this...
...but the thing is, my secretary is having a baby this afternoon.
Everyone at the office is about to head to the hospital.
Well, that's wonderful.
Let me confirm your address for our courier service.
All right.
Hey.
Sorry, sorry.
Any thoughts on lunch?
Spicy calamari?
Thai food?
Pygmies.
Otis, hush, hush.
-Can I help you? -Carolyn Schaffer?
I'm Agent Kellaway. This is Agent Cole. We're from the Federal Trade Commission.
Sorry to disturb you. We'd like to ask you a few questions.
-ls everything all right? -We hope so.
Mrs. Schaffer, can you tell us exactly what the man said on the phone?
He said that there'd been a contest, and I had won a prize.
There'd be a drawing next week, and I'd win...
...either a Chevy Blazer, a diamond necklace...
...or a trip to ltaly or France. I don't remember.
And that if I bought one of their filtration things, I wouldn't have to pay the tax.
-Jesus, Carolyn. -I wanted to surprise you.
I'm sorry to tell you this, ma'am, but you won't be receiving any prize.
And I'm sorry to tell you that you've been the victim of fraud.
Otis, knock it off.
It's not the newest swindle in the world.
They bait you with something bogus, then sell you something worthless.
How much did you give them, Mrs. Schaffer?
Seven hundred dollars.
-What's it worth? -At any hardware store, 50 bucks.
Jesus, Carolyn.
But we've met people who paid twice what you did.
-Really? -Yeah.
You wrote a check, ma'am?
Did you mail it to them?
No, a courier picked it up.
What?
If they'd used the postal system, it's mail fraud and we can go after them.
Otherwise, there's not a lot we can do.
-Unless.... -Unless what?
Well, a lot of these whack jobs...
...work in syndicates. If they cashed your check out of state, it's federal.
But we'd need a signed clearance from you--
I'll give you one if it will catch these sons of bitches.
-You have any more L-47s? -Yeah, maybe in the car.
Wait a second.
Here we go.
-My pen. -I got one.
Okay.
-Would you let him out? -Oh, sorry.
Sorry.
Here you go. That's right.
Sorry.
All we need is the name of your bank...
...your account number...
...and your signature down below.
-Any luck, these guys were amateurs... -He all right?
-...cashed your check in Nevada. -Sign there. You can date it.
There you go.
-You all right? -He's fine.
-Would you like some water? -Everything's fine.
Thank you for coming.
You didn't take your pills, did you?
-They left the door open. It was bitchen! -It's just an open door, Roy.
Well, it's not a fortune, but it will keep me in diapers. Barely.
Don't look at those drapes, man. You should've known.
Saw that guy again last night. Chuck. Guy I was telling you about.
-Guy with the-- -With the boat.
Yeah, Frechette. Man, he's top-heavy.
-Jesus Christ, what am l--? -Don't say that.
-Don't say what? -You know what.
Just don't say it.
It's real money.
If it's real money, it's long con. I don't do long con.
You haven't done it lately.
Without me, Frank.
Okay.
I'd just like to be able to take a girl someplace nice once in a while.
You have to pay extra for that?
-Hi. -Hi.
Three, four, five, six and...
...eight packs of Tareyton.
That's 36. Out of 50.
Thirty-seven, 38, 39, 40 and 1 0 is 50. Thank you.
Next.
Oh, pygmies.
Hi, this is Roy Waller calling for Dr. Mancuso.
He moved. He doesn 't live here anymore, man.
-What do you mean, "moved"? -He's gone.
-You're shitting me. Where'd he go? -Back east.
-Back east? -He owes me back rent, man.
Give me a contact-- Hello? Hello?
If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again.
Roy, it's me. It's Frankie.
Come on, pick it up. I know it's tough, but come on.
Roy, this is Dmitri. I met you at that club Rage the other night.
I really liked your leather and....
All right, come on. Pick it up. Pick it up. Pick it up. Pick it up.
Roy, come on, man. Come on.
Roy, it's lonely in this little office all by myself.
Roy, come on.
Roy, I wouldn ' t bother you, but-- Well, I'm dying, Roy.
It's my spleen.
I can't feel my thumbs.
Hello.
Roy, answer the phone, man.
I've been watching Univision all night, and all they speak is Spanish.
What's going on?
But seriously, I want to talk to you because I think I've developed a rash.
Come on, man. Come on, you're killing me.
Roy, come on, what the hell? I feel like a chick.
All right, that's it. I'm coming over.
Roy? Okay, I see that.
I see-- I saw you. I know you ' re there.
Come on, Roy. Really, man.
One, two, three.
Take your shoes off.
-What? Why? -Take your shoes off, or you don't come in.
You didn't take your pills, did you?
I'm taking them off.
I'm taking the shoes off. Give me a break over here.
Okay.
Jesus Christ. Oh, God, what is that smell?
What, did you get attacked by Mr. Clean? You gotta open a window, buddy.
-No! No windows. -Okay. Windows are closed.
Windows are closed.
You looking for something, sucker?
Yeah, my partner. Have you seen him?
He's been missing most of the week. Tall guy.
Hey, would you watch the rug? You're spilling food--
-You didn't take your shoes off. -Okay, I'm taking the shoes off.
I'm taking them off. See? They're off.
Here you go.
Oh, man, you are bad. Did you take your pills?
-I spilled them down the drain by accident. -Oh, Roy, come on, man.
-Did you call Mancuso? -Moved.
-You gotta be shitting me. -That's what I said.
Okay, here we go.
Hurry. Come on.
Come on, let's go. Come on. It's okay.
I want you to breathe, okay? Just keep breathing.
Breathe. Okay.
Okay. Okay, shoes are-- There you go.
-You got food.... -What?
Okay, food is gone. I'm picking up all the food, okay?
Listen to me, Roy. You listening?
I'm gonna make a couple of calls. My aunt saw this shrink after her divorce.
-He really helped her. He's a good guy. -Frank--
You need to see someone. Don't think I'm doing this for you.
You got money. You can retire. I got car payments, man.
I don't need a partner who's like:
My heart goes out to you, but this is it now.
Wipe that off when you're done with it.
Wipe the receiver. Just wipe it off.
Okay. How's that? You like that?
How's that?
Okay, I'm sorry. Okay.
Do you mind if I put them up? It helps my back.
-Go ahead. -Thanks.
Well, you're something of a clean slate, Roy.
You were on medication, but you don't know what kind.
Yeah, okay, good. Yeah, they were these little pink tablets.
I think it said "CRC" on them. Something like that.
-You were getting them illegally? -Yes, I was. So what?
-Why? -So I wouldn't have to talk to you.
-Do you know what they were? -Yes.
At that dosage, you're lucky to be sitting up straight.
That's great. Can you get me some more of them?
You get to the point.
-And you skirt it. Can you get me the pills? -Yes.
Well, then let's get that prescription pad out.
Roy, I don't prescribe medicine unless I've chatted with the patient.
If you're inclined against that, this session will be quite brief.
Would you like to tell me what's been bothering you?
I don't like being outdoors, which I know is called "agoraphobia." Right?
Incorrectly. But, yes.
-Anything else? -Dirt. Especially around moldings.
I don't like when people put shoes on my carpet.
Obviously, I have a lot of tics. I find that very frustrating.
Certain things distract me, make me feel sick to my stomach.
Have these distractions affected your work of late?
And your personal relationships?
What personal relationships?
-When was the last time you were in one? -With a woman?
-A long time ago. -Five years?
-Ten years? -Keep going, man.
What was her name?
Heather.
Were you married?
Kids?
Maybe.
You haven't seen her since?
She left me with a black eye, which I gave her, and a bun in the oven...
...which might've come from anyone. So, no, I haven't.
Look, doc, I spent last Tuesday watching fibers on my carpet.
And the whole time I was watching my carpet, I was worrying that I might vomit.
I was thinking, "I'm a grown man. I should know what goes on in my head."
The more I thought about it...
...the more I realized I should blow my brains out and end it all.
But if I thought more about blowing my brains out...
...I started worrying about what that would do to my goddamn carpet.
So that was a good day, doc.
And I just want you to give me some pills and let me get on with my life.
-Roy. -What?
He just gave them to you at the office?
He said they were new. Prefex something-or-other.
-You feel better? -A little.
You want to work some?
Think you can you control the...?
-What? -Nothing.
-What city. please? -Woodland Hills, California.
-Name, sir? -Fenton, Heather.
-Can you spell that? -F-E-N--
Hi. If that's you, then this is me. So leave a message after the beep.
-Hello, this is-- -Hello?
Well, you know, we fought a lot.
-About what? -What do you got? I wasn't sober a lot then.
Are you now?
So some nights, she just didn't come home.
She was pregnant two months before she even told me about it.
Yeah. Do you think about her much?
You know, what could have been, what might have been.
-And the baby? -lf there's a baby.
-Do you think about that? -Sometimes. Rarely.
Like, if I see a school bus, I'll wonder, "ls one of those kids Roy Jr.? "
He, if he's a he, would be how old now?
He'd be 1 4.
Fourteen, ready to be a man.
Yeah. If he's a he.
If he is at all.
Congratulations. You bought yourself a week's worth.
Thanks.
Listen, doc...
...do you know of a way...
...just to find out, you know....
There's nothing wrong with a man telephoning his ex-wife.
I tried that last night, and I couldn't say a word.
So could you call her?
-I don't know, Roy. I-- -Please. It's just to find out.
-Now? -No, after I'm gone.
When you can.
-Okay. -That's great.
Thank you.
-So I'm gonna see you on Tuesday? -Well-- Why? I mean, I have the meds.
Well, I guess that's your call.
-Okay. -Take care.
Hello.
Roy? This is Dr. Klein. I....
-Hello? -Hey.
Listen, I just got off the phone with Heather.
We had a very nice conversation.
-Does she want to speak with me? -No, she doesn 't.
She didn't understand it might help with your therapy.
-You told her I was in therapy. -No, I told her I'm a psychiatrist. I can't lie.
-Angela wants to talk to you though. -Who?
Angela, your daughter.
She knows you're her father and says she really wants to meet you.
Shit.
Hey.
-Angela? -You Roy?
Yeah.
-So you're 1 4? -Yep.
So when did you get out?
-What? -Of prison.
I've never been in prison.
Did your mom tell you that?
At first she told me you were dead.
Then she said you might as well be.
I'm not dead. I'm in antiques.
Yeah, that's what the doctor said on the phone.
When he said that, Mom started to laugh.
You hungry?
Do you mind eating?
It's just I'd feel better somewhere indoors.
I get uncomfortable sometimes being outside.
-Really? -Yeah.
-You're staring. -I'm sorry.
It's okay. I used to do it too.
Looked at your picture, see if I got your nose, your eyes.
Mom used to say I got lucky and only got your elbows.
Thought you weren't hungry.
If you're gonna get wet, might as well go swimming.
-So you're in school, right? -Not now. It's summer.
Oh, yeah. Okay, that's right.
If I had anything to do over again, I would've worked harder in school.
You drop out?
That how you ended up a criminal?
I'll take it, Mike.
It's okay, you know. Whatever you do.
Everybody's done something bad in their life.
I'm in antiques.
Make it a career, it's just a bunch of something strung together.
Cut the shit. I'm not a criminal.
What? What was that word you used? Shit?
Hey, that--
You're not supposed to talk like that.
Hey, hey. Hey.
-I just-- I have things a certain way. -Okay.
Wait. That's her car in the driveway.
You gotta stop here. Stop!
Maybe we could go bowling sometime.
My private line.
My mom got it for my birthday because my friend Carrie kept calling after midnight.
Here you go.
-Nice to meet you, Dad. -Nice to meet you, Dad.
Go.
What's more important than family?
Then what could be more important than purifying the water your family drinks?
The Waterson 2000 offers you the cleanest filtration system available today.
Mr. Schlickling, can you hold on just one moment? Thank you.
What?
What's going on with you? You switch shampoos or something?
Those pills working?
Yeah. All right. Well, I'm glad one of us is happy.
How much you think we can take that guy for?
-Chuck, with the boat. -You serious?
I figure I owe you one.
Man, that's great!
Mr. Schlick-licker? Hi, I'm sorry. You waited too long. No prize for you.
That's awesome, man!
Sorry.
-Where'd you find him? -Spearmint Rhino.
Watched him drop a couple G's there a month ago.
Spearmint Rhino.
-That's a gentlemen's-- -I know what it is.
It's right here.
-What does he do? -lmport-export.
-What's his last name? -Frechette. Chuck Frechette.
-How do you spell that? -F-R....
I don't know. He's from Downey.
-He's not connected, is he? -No, no.
He and the mob, they're like this:
Son of a bitch didn't even tip.
I figure, on short notice, he could scratch up at least 30 grand.
More.
We'll pull the Jamaican switch. He knows you, so you're rope. I'm inside.
You think he knows anything about international finance?
Are you whispering?
-Why are you whispering? -I am?
-Hi. Safety deposit box, please. -Sure.
Hi. I'd like access to my safety deposit box, 366, please.
Certainly, Mr. Waller.
Signature and pass code, please.
-Would you like a booth? -No, thanks. I'll be fine.
When it's sterling versus dollars and--
For some people, money is....
Money is a foreign film without subtitles.
-Frank. -Where do you want to meet, sexy?
What do you mean, "where"? Where else? The Rhino.
-One hour. -Hey, you don 't wanna get there early?
I gotta go.
Remember me?
-You just in the neighborhood? -Took the bus. Think I could come in a sec?
-One, two, three. -Nice!
It's nice, your place.
Could you watch the carpet, please?
Sorry.
Could you please take your shoes off?
Oh, yeah, sorry.
So, what's going on?
Mom and I had sort of a fight. Happens once in a while.
I usually take off for a day or two to let her calm down.
Take off?
Normally, I go to Carrie's, only she's on vacation.
And I thought, since we seemed to hit it off so well last time...
...I could sleep on your couch.
You want to stay here?
Well, I could pay you back by cleaning up or something.
Do you wear those to read? Your glasses? They make you look old.
Oh, no, these are for....
I gotta go! I got a big business meeting.
-This late? -Antiques, they wait for no man.
Is it all right if I leave you here alone?
Sure, I can just watch TV.
You don't have a TV?
Seriously? You don't have a TV?
There's a couch, if you want to sit.
Or over there, if you prefer. Or the couch.
Do you want me to pick you up something on the way back?
-Like, what is it, ice cream, right? -Sure.
New York Super Fudge Chunk. That's my favorite flavor.
-New York.... -Super Fudge Chunk.
Chocolate, yeah. Okay, now listen...
...don't, don't open the door for anybody, all right?
One, two, three.
All right!
Here you go, sweetie.
Yeah, all right.
Here we go, babe.
-Bob, good to see you! -Arden, hope I didn't keep you.
Over there. He missed you coming in.
Hey, Kate! Can I get a beer? A Heinie?
-Thanks. That do the trick? -Let's sit.
I told you you were gonna like it here.
No way!
Here you go, sweetie.
-Love them shoes, girl. -Thank you, baby.
Hey, Bob!
Hey, Chuck, I didn't know you were here.
Hey, Chuck Frechette, this is Arden--
Hiya.
Hey....
I gotta do a little business, you mind if...?
Sure, Bob. I didn't mean to-- Sorry. I'll be--
-Nice meeting you. I'll be over here. -Great.
That's fish in a barrel.
He's piqued. You good to go?
-Does the pope poo in the woods? -Just say yes.
-I'll see you, Bob. -I'll see you in the morning, Arden.
-Hi. -Hi.
-Big night planned. -Oh, it's not for me.
-Right. That's $1 2.73. -Okay.
Out of 1 5.
Thirteen, 14, 1 5. You got kids overnight?
Roy? Why did Mom leave you?
Well, you'd have to ask her that.
I did. She said she didn't wanna talk about it.
Called you names.
That's why we got in a fight.
She said you were a bad guy.
-You don't seem like a bad guy. -That's what makes me good at it.
Well, I don't think you're a bad guy.
Good night.
Someone's in here!
I think it's disrespectful. I just think it's disrespectful.
-Hey, come on. -One, two, three.
I wish you could've been there. I reeled him in, man.
-Hallelujah! You got a chick in there? -What are you doing?
What's the hubbub?
The second you left the place, he was off his barstool. He's in.
-He's in. He wants to meet tonight. -All right.
Push it till tomorrow.
Let his greed meet his imagination.
Morning.
Good morning.
I made you eggs.
That's okay.
So who was that guy who came by earlier?
Business associate.
Well, what was his name?
Frank.
How come you didn't want him to see me?
It's not that I don't want him to see--
Don't you think you should eat eggs for breakfast? Something healthy.
I don't like eggs.
Anyways, all you've got here is tuna. Lots of tuna.
And one TV dinner?
TV dinners are cool. You should get the TV to go with them.
I like tuna fish.
Hi, Mom. No.
No.
So what if I am? So? He's my father.
Well, I don't care. I don't care!
Well, I will if I want!
No. I know.
Okay, I promise.
Okay, bye.
She mad?
At me, not you.
-She said she was gonna call the police. -Oh, God.
Oh, God.
But now she just wants me home in time for summer school.
When's that start?
Monday.
Today's Thursday.
That's okay, isn't it?
--three, four.
Let it out. Good, very good.
You've got stains on your carpet.
Is that what you were thinking about, stains on my carpet?
You can sit up.
Yeah, carpet stains...
...and that I have a 1 4-year-old girl I barely know living in my house.
Trust me, they're not so difficult, kids.
You have to make sure they eat their vegetables...
...don't stay up too late, don't watch too much TV.
Otherwise, just try to be as honest and open with them as possible.
-As honest and open with them as possible. -Right?
Right!
I need a check okay on three.
Manager for a check okay on three, please.
The line for that one's shorter.
No, this one's better.
We need a price check on a five-pound bag of Red Delicious.
Dad, hurry! Hurry!
Pygmies!
We're making spaghetti.
Yeah. Happy times. Happy times.
Here it comes.
The chefs in ltaly say the spaghetti's ready if you throw it and it sticks.
Beer.
Cheers.
I don't know.
-No sauce to go over it? -It's spaghetti alio olio!
And it's got basil leaves in it. See the leaves?
Enjoy it.
-Walters? -Waller. Keep the change.
I'm happy now.
-Sure you don't want something? -I gotta fly in two hours.
-Where to? -Phoenix.
A client's opening an account to bridge the pound and Euro. I gotta hold his hand.
Would you please heat this up?
-That bad? -Yeah.
For some folks, money is a foreign film without subtitles.
-To the business at hand. -To the business at hand.
I have one rule, Chuck. Simple is safe.
I'll tell you as little as possible about what I do...
...but as much as I need to to make you comfortable with what we're doing.
What are we doing?
Five thousand pounds sterling. A perk of working in exchange at a bank.
-Whose is it? -No one's.
Just money unaccounted for, floating on top of the books like a layer of cream.
And he just scoops it off.
Well, it's a little more-- Bob!
It's a little more complicated than that, but again, simple is safe.
Why not keep it yourself?
As a bank employee, any attempt to change currency is recorded and questioned.
Bob has a record.
You, on the other hand, no one bats an eye.
Now, I hope you have something for me.
-Five grand, American. -Congratulations.
-At today's exchange rate you just made-- -$2567. Looked it up on the lnternet.
He's fast.
That lnternet thing, that's a fad. I can't figure it out.
Me neither, but my daughter's a wiz.
-You have a daughter? -Two. Fifteen and 1 2.
-Wonderful, I have a 1 4-year-old. -It's a riot, huh?
Little training bras hanging from the shower rods.
Yeah, and everything smells like gum.
How do you get them outside? Mine sits at home all day.
Summer is the worst. The worst.
-It's crazy. It's wild. -He sounds just like him.
Let me ask you something, Arden. How much could you do this for?
Well, as a rule, we never go north of 1 0.
How much could you get your hands on?
-A lot. -All right.
-Put it there. -Let's play ball.
-Chucky, baby, give me some sugar. -Yeah.
See you later? Peace. Two fingers.
Peace?
-Asshole. -Didn't tip him?
-Tickets, please. -Yeah, he's a jackass.
See you, jackass.
Man, I thought we were out 2 grand there for a second.
You gotta spend money if you wanna make money.
You gotta make it to spend it.
"Everything smells like gum"? What was that about?
It's easier if I show you.
Angela?
Angela, I'm back.
Angela, Frank's here!
Hey.
Angela?
She's not here. She must have gone back to her mom's.
This teenybopper Hillary says, "l am single, baby."
-Where does she usually go? -I don't know.
This is no good, Roy. It's no good for you or us.
It's got nothing to do with us.
-Hey! -Pygmies.
Yeah.
-This is bad news, man. -You don't have to put it like that.
-Where have you been? -Nowhere.
Okay. Where did you go?
I just went out. I went to the arcade. It's like a half a mile away.
It's stuffy in here. It smells like Lysol.
Where the hell were you?
I wanna know right now or I'm calling your mother!
I just told you. I went to the arcade.
Why did you sneak back in?
That's how I left. I didn't have keys to lock the door.
So you didn't see my car?
Jeez, you're worse than Mom.
Angela, listen, I'm glad I met you, I really am, but I've got a business...
...and I've got a partner and I've got things a certain way, and that's it!
So, you know, I think it'd be better...
...for you, most of all, if tomorrow morning I took you back home.
-What did I do wrong? -You didn't do anything wrong.
I just went out! God, I didn't even-- I didn't drink, I didn't get high!
I didn't take any money from your stupid dog!
What, you never heard of a bank?
That is wrong what you did, and...
...you're a Nosy Parker, and....
And that's no way for a young lady to behave!
Shame on you!
Angela?
Sweetheart?
-I wasn't kicking you out. -I don't wanna stay where I'm not wanted!
-It's not that I don't want you. -Fooled me.
-Will you stop? -Don't! Let me go!
You just don't want me going home to Mom thinking she was right all along! Stop!
You're just like one of her boyfriends!
I'm just something you have to deal with in order to screw her!
-Please, you know that's not true. -Even they tell me what they do for a living!
Antiques dealers always keep large stacks of cash in their homes next to their guns.
Okay. Okay. All right? I'm sorry. It's just....
I'm not....
I'm not very good at being a dad. Okay? You know? All right?
I barely get by being me.
-Sweetheart, please-- -Don't!
Come on back home with me, and we can get a big pizza again.
You can stay the whole weekend if you want, all right?
Why do you have a gun?
In case.
In case what?
It's hard to explain.
Waller. Keep the change.
-Bullshit! -Nope.
No bullshit. And watch your language at the table.
-You're a con man? -Con artist.
A flimflam man, matchstick man, loser. Whatever you want to call it.
And that guy, Frank?
He's my partner. My prot¨¦g¨¦.
-Teach me something. -What?
-Teach me a con. -You're funny.
No, come on, really! Teach me something.
-I'm not teaching you anything. -Why not?
You're a bright, innocent, beautiful girl...
...and I'm not gonna screw that up like everything else.
Really?
-What? -You think that?
That I'm beautiful?
No.
Then why won't you? Because crime doesn't pay?
No, it does. It does. Just not very well.
-You seem to be doing okay. -I'm not.
Believe me, it's no fun doing what I do.
It's usually stealing from people who don't deserve it.
Old people, fat people. Lonely.
A lot of the time, I feel sick about it.
Then why do you do it?
I'm not as innocent as you think. I've done stuff with boys.
I've done stuff with boys, if I told you...
-...you'd throw up. -Then don't tell me.
-Then teach me something! -No! Final.
At the Christmas dance last year, I went with this boy Josh Ward.
-He's cute, and I really liked him. -I'm not listening.
After the dance, we went to Carrie's, and he pushed me against the bed...
-Not listening! -...and he took his hand--
-No! Okay. I'll show you one thing! -You will?
Thank you, thank you!
-All right, okay-- -Thank you!
But then you're never gonna do it again, and you're gonna forget it. Agreed?
Holy Mary.
Rule number one: Never work near where you live.
Don't shit--
Rule number two: Don't write anything down.
All right, I want you to stay in the car, okay?
Hey! Would you stay in the car?