Boot Camp

What are you doing?

Who are you?

Where the hell are my parents?

- Get dressed!

Why are you doing this?

I wasn't gonna do it!

We're trying to help you, Danny.

Here's a list of allergies and things he

can't eat.

Crystal Kid.

Excellent.

Excuse me.

Can I help you?

Uhhuh. I was in here last week.

I bought this.

You said it was new.

When I opened it, it was scratched.

Well, if it was sealed when you bought it...

You probably shrink-wrapped it yourself,

you needledick!

This place is a fraud, okay?

You don't wanna buy anything here!

I'm a little upset...

- Take the register.

That's enough.

This way.

Let's go.

Needledick?

Shut up. Like you didn't like it.

- Maybe for two seconds,

but I work here. I need this job.

- Mmhmm.

So are you coming to Liddy's party tonight?

I don't think so.

Well, I'll be there.

It'll be fun.

All right.

I'll meet you there

at, what, 9:
00?

- Okay.

Bye.

- Bye.

Another satisfied customer.

Mmm. I'm gonna pay for this all week.

Ladies... Tadah!

Okay, who's drinking what?

I'l have a scotch, please.

For you, Bob?

Taking the high road...

Listen, the three strikes law works.

Drugs are a plague on society.

If you can keep the criminals

off the streets,

it's good for everyone.

Amen to that.

You know there were 2 million

incarcerations last year?

We've got to be doing something right.

Uh, excuse me, Karl?

How many strikes am I up to now?

Is there something you want, Sophie?

You know, what concerns me more than drugs

is the plague of corrupt politicians.

Were you looking for this, Karl?

No?

Sorry, everyone.

Mom?

Anyone?

Sophie hasn't been herself lately.

Come with me, honey.

- You know, I don't understand

why you have to search my goddamn room

every single time.

- Sophie, that is enough!

What?

No?

What is wrong with you?

What, Karl?

Huh?

Three strikes and I'm out?

You ran out of strikes a long time ago,

lady.

Hey, where's Sophie?

Uh, late.

# I want to love you

# In my room

# I want to take off

# All your clothes

# I want to see you in the daytime

# I want to see you in my room

# I want to have you

# When the sun shines

# In between the blinds

# So fine do it here in the daytime

What, what, what?

Okay...

I'm sorry.

It's okay... It's okay... I can...

It's torture, but, uh...

I can wait.

- Oh, thanks.

Hey, what's this?

- It's nothing.

What is it?

- Nothing. I swear.

It's nothing. I just, uh...

Karl and my mom just raided my room again.

It got a little heated, that's all.

You like to mess with him, don't you?

No. No, I don't.

Will you do something for me?

Yeah, sure. Anything.

What?

Marry me.

Hehheh. Yeah, okay...

This must be good weed.

No, no, no, no.

Look at me.

Seriously.

I looked into this.

I don't have to be 18

to legally be married in Nevada.

I can finally get away from Karl and my mom

and you and I can just be together.

Please.

My dad left us a trust fund, okay?

We can use it while you go to college.

Whoa, slow down.

You don't wanna marry me?

- No, it's not that.

It's not that I don't want to marry you

or...

Okay, if we ever do get married,

it can't be for legal reasons.

It's got to be just about us.

You know, like, you, me...

love.

Okay.

Sophie Bauer?

Who the hell are you?

Hey!

We have parental consent to take you.

Get off me!

Consent, my ass!

Get the f*ck off of me!

We can do this the easy way or the hard way!

Ben!

Sophie!

Ben!

Okay, kid, you asked for it.

Ben!

Sophie!

She needed help, Ben.

Where the hell is she?

- She's away,

and no one can see her.

- For how long?

Perhaps a year.

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