You know, you're really good. I mean, you're like... a hundred, thousand times better than like any apple I've ever had. I'm not Superman, I'm Supertramp. You're Superapple. You're so tasty. You're so organic, so natural. You're the apple of my eye.
For a moment she rediscovered the purpose of her life. She was here on earth to grasp the meaning of its wild enchantment, and to call each thing by its right name. By its right name.
Wayne. Hate to think of a wild man like you in a cage. Tramping is too easy with all this money you paid me. My days were more exciting when I was penniless. I've decided I'm going to live this life for some time to come. The freedom and simple beauty is just too good to pass up...
Don't take it out on me because you feel guilty for what happened to Rex!
Are you going to the track? Mom said you were, you don't have to drop me off, I can just go with you.
But the Mach 5's your car!
Matthew Kidman. I will always remember... The three legs of the tripod. My business partner. My student advisor. The next Einstein. Eli's calling card. Klitz's big debut. My own scholarship to Georgetown. And of course, I'll never forget the girl next door. As for me, I'm just going with it.
I just want you to know that I know who you really are, and you're better than this. [Danielle uncrumples the paper and it is the drawing she made of the girl with lipstick at the table with Matthew.]
Dude!
I know.
Dude!
I know.
Hey! Kiss me, granny! Love to get me some of that vintage ass!
Dude, you just got patty slapped.
It's dirty, it's filthy, it's uhh, paradise.
Not interested, old man.
**** that. Elections of any kind are nothing more than a **** bourgeois affectation.
At least now you look gay.
You ever have that dream, the one where you did something... you can't know why, but you can never go back?
Where is that mother****er?
Who the **** knows? I don't know! He's probably laying low waiting to shoot me in the **** head! I mean, think about it, that's what I'd be doing.
Stop already, alright? You know how I get with this anxiety shit!
You wanna ****?
All right.
Is something wrong?
No.
No? Your dick's not even hard!
It's getting there.
Getting there? It's like a piece of bubble gum!
Then do something about it, bitch!
Sorry.
Sorry? Yeah, you're a sorry little bitch who can't even ****!
Hey! Excuse me for being a little distracted, alright? Give me a break, I've got a lot on my mind right now!
Well, what do you wanna **** do? You wanna play cards? You wanna cuddle?
Can't we just...?
NO! **** that shit, I wanna ****!
Suck my dick, all right?
I tried that already; it didn't work, did it? [She smirks]





