Uploaded by TheVoicesProject on 27.03.2012

BOY 1: Yeah, coffee and cigarettes is the fucking bomb.
-I guess I'll smoke a cigarette. -It's so awesome.
I've got, like, this....
-It's, like.... BOY 1: Mm-hm?
BOY 2: Herpes? -Ha, ha. It's-- No.
Well, I've got, like, herpes but on my eyes.
-I've got this tingling on my eyes. -What?
-Stop smoking weed. -Just around the rims.
Oh, Jesus.
Oh, my God, Julia.
-What the fuck is that? -I know.
I think that's Dave. He had my phone.
BOY 1: Shit.
Oh, God.
I'm so sick of talking about the boys.
I mean, do you even remember what we used to talk about before?
That's the address. Let's go.
-Hey, you seen Mike and the girls? JULIA: No.
Fuck. Tell them we had to go, yeah?
JULIA: Hey! Wha--?
-Jesus. -Ha, ha. Shit.
BOY 2: Oh, hey. Hey, guys.
-Are you gonna be all right to drive? -Yes, Mom.
-Well, I can drive you. -You're not even coming.
Well, I can drop you there and just bring the car back tomorrow.
Aw. Ha, ha.
Let's go.
-I guess I'll smoke a cigarette. DAVE: It's awesome.
-Give it back. You're a pig. BOY 1: Sorry.
Time to go.
-Let's go. -I thought you weren't even coming.
I'm not. I'm driving.
DAVE: Here. JULIA: Let's go.
DAVE: Photo first. Definitely need a photo first.
Just one.
All right, okay.
DANA: Smile.
Very good.
Have you guys seen Mike?
Because Steve's already left, so....
DANA: Let's just go.
DAVE: Mike! BOYS: Mike!
Mike! Mike!
-Mike! Mike! -Mike!
Don't worry about it. He's probably already left.
MIKE: What's the fuss?
Steve's left.
Fucking asshole.
Well, you can come with us if you want.
What, with these dickheads?
-Fuck off. -Julia, there's not gonna be enough room.
We'll just sit on the boys' laps.
Fine by me.
They'll lie on the floor if you're worried about cops.
-Because the cops won't see them. -It's 10 minutes away.
-Let's catch a cab. MIKE: Ah.
-We'll get in the boot. DAVE: Boot!
Boot! Boot! Boot!
-I won't drive with them in the boot. JULIA: I will. Give me the keys.
-No. JULIA: Give me the keys!
Bitches, please.
Can we hurry the fuck up?
-Or pash or something. -Fuck off!
Dana, give me the keys.
Let's go.
DAVE: Walk on this side.
You'll be all right. I got you.
Anyone farts on me, they're a fucking dead man.
You know, I reckon I could go Dana.
Yeah, no chance.
Fucking knee out of my fucking nuts.
-I'm gonna vom. -Ha, ha. Fuck off.
-Spew-cam. -No, no, I'm serious.
-I'm fucking serious, guys. -Okay. Hey, pull over.
-Pull the car over. -Yeah.
DAVE: Hey, stop the car. -Come on.
BOY 1: Stop the fucking car. -Stop the car.
-No, no, no. Breathe. DAVE: Breathe. Just breathe.
Just fucking breathe.
There we go.
Oh, what the fuck?!
-He's gonna vomit! -Oh, no! No, no.
Okay, okay. Tell us-- Tell us everything you ate today...
-...starting with breakfast. -What?!
-I don't know. It works for hiccups. -Fucking muesli.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah. What kind? -The one with apricot.
-Okay, yeah, anything else? BOY 2: A yogurt.
DAVE: Oh, fuck! Pull the fucking car over! -Oh, fuck!
Pull the fucking car over!
What the fuck? Pull over!
-Fuck! -Fuck!
Stop the fucking car!
Are you okay?
I'm fucked.
I'm so fucked.
I'll say I was driving.
I haven't been drinking, so when the cops get here, it'll just be an accident, okay?
I'll say I was driving.
Why won't you talk to me?
Everyone hates me now.
They all think that I killed the boys.
And I know what I did, and I know what I said, but I need you to say something.
Can you please say something?
I didn't ask you to lie, Dana.
Julia, I really need you to say something, please.