All language subtitles for Queer as Folk (US) - 01x09 - Daddy Dearest (Sonny Boy).WEBRip.AAC2.0.H.264-

Thank you.

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Ah. Ahh.

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Oh!

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Hook up for real?

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Good-bye.

So you've been working out.

Would you just shoot?

Pool is a game of precision
and science, my friend.

It involves intricate
eye-hand coordination,

geometry, specific gravity,

- molecular density...
- It's a fucking ball and stick.

Will you take the shot, Mikey?

I can't, I got to go meet David.

Why doesn't he ever meet you here?

Um, because he doesn't like my friends.

I don't like your friends.

What about his friends?
Does he have any?

- Hey, I sunk one.
- Yeah, well, you're stripes.

Yeah, sure he has friends.

Have you ever met any?

Um, no.

Maybe he doesn't want you to.

Hey, there.

Well, at least his
friends are his own age.

What are you doing here?

I thought it was a school night.

- You're here.
- I'm a grown up.

Barely.

Go home.

No.

So what is this, adopt-a-trick?

First, he's a one-night
stand, now, he's moved in.

- It's only temporary.
- Uh-huh, until he grows up?

Until I figure out what to do with him.

Mikey.

Tell the doc we miss him.

- Bye. Bye.
- Bye.

See ya.

That could be him.

- Who?
- Usemyhole27.

Usemyhole27? What does that mean?

Like, 26 other guys have
used his hole before you?

No. He's my cyber-boyfriend.

Swimmer's build, Leo-like smile.

It's the best imaginary sex I ever had,

- but now it's over.
- How come?

- Because he wants to meet me.
- So?

So I'm nothing like my profile, so.

Big, smooth, 6'2", 195
pounds, 4% body fat...

Uncut.

Jesus.

I think I did it with
you just last week.

Ew.

How was I?

Did you ever consider
just telling him the truth?

Uh, what? What, that
I'm a big, nelly bottom

who wishes he were a beefy, brutal top,

and never will be?

Yes, hello. This is Lindsay Petersen.

I need to talk to Dr. Persaud.

- It's about Gus.
- Oh, God.

He's throwing up again.

Shh, shh, shh. It's okay, it's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

He's burning up, honey.

Our baby's sick and I have to t...

They want us to leave our number

and when she calls in,
they'll give her the message.

Give it to me.

Hello, uh, what's your name?

Hi, Carol. This is Melanie Marcus.

Listen, we need to reach Dr. Persaud.

Doesn't she usually leave her pager on?

Okay, great. Then I'd appreciate it

if you'd please contact her
while I wait on the line.

Thank you.

I love you.

Shh, shh, shh.

Hello, Dr. Persaud?

Hi, it's Lindsay Petersen.

Yeah, it's Gus. He has a fever, 102,

and he's been throwing up...

Yes, all right. Thank you.

She said we have to go to
the hospital right away.

Okay, okay. Listen, it's
going to be all right.

I'll get the keys, you get his blanky.

Okay.

Brian's home. You mean it?

My mom says "hi."

Brian says "hi" too.

Yeah.

So does Dad ask about me?

Oh, is he still mad?

Can you talk to him?
Make him understand?

No, no, I can't.

I can't come home.

Not if he still feels that way.

Mom? Mom.

I'm going to go.

Give Molly a kiss for me.

Yeah, you too.

You know, it's really
not worth crying about.

I wasn't crying. Just my allergies.

Your father's an asshole
who treats you like shit.

He practically killed me.

I say forget about him.

Yeah, but he's my dad.

I mean, could you
forget about your father?

I already did, a long time ago.

You mean you never
see him or talk to him?

What for?

Just to hang out, be together.

Yeah, just because he
got my mother pregnant

doesn't mean that there's
some special bond between us.

He served his purpose.
That's all he was good for.

I could never feel
that way about my dad.

Well, then you'll always be hurt.

Hello?

Oh, hi.

Yeah, hold on, he's right here.

It's Lindsay. She sounds upset.

Ah!

- Quit it.
- I can't help it.

I see you, I just want to take a bite.

Who called?

Oh, my ex.

Lori?

Yeah, I told her all about you.

- What'd you say?
- I said you were smart,

you were funny, and you were sexy.

I thought you stopped
lying to your wife.

Come on, let's go to bed.

Who are these people?

Which... Let me see.

People in the picture. They look nice.

They look straight.

That's Laura and Steve.
This is on New Year's Eve.

Steve's a urologist,
Laura works at Pitt.

They're really good friends of mind.

So how come I've never met them?

Oh, I don't know. You want to meet them?

I don't know. You want me to meet them?

- What's with you?
- Nothing. I was just...

I was driving over here tonight

with my bag of stuff for tomorrow,

and I just started to feel
like somebody's little secret.

You know, it's always
just the two of us.

Well, I have to admit, I
kind of enjoy it that way,

just having you all to myself,

but if you want to be
with other people...

No, it's okay. I'm sor...

I never should have brought it up.

No, I'm glad you did.

Hey, what are you doing Saturday night?

Saturday night?

Yeah, we'll have a dinner party.

I'll introduce you to the gang.

The gang? No, that's okay.

No, it's a great idea, you know?

I want them to know you,
and you should know them.

Ah!

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Hey.

What the fuck are you doing?

Who the hell are you?
How... how'd you get in here?

Hey, I asked a question first.

What the fuck do you think
you're doing deleting me?

Don't you recognize me?

I'm "pitts9x6."

How do you know my secret screen name?

Well, dude, I am your screen name.

What are you talking about?
Did... did Ted put you up to this?

Profile: Big, smooth, 6'2", 195 pounds,

4% body fat, uncut.

Okay. Okay, I get it.

Michael and Ted read my profile,

and they paid you to come
here and mess with my head.

Well, my grip on reality

is a little tighter than
everyone seems to think.

Okay? Pitts doesn't exist.

He's a fantasy, a figment
of my overactive imaginat...

Oh. Oh, my God.

It's true. You really are...

9x6, thanks to you.

Yeah.

Okay, I... I must be dreaming.

- I don't...
- These are some hot tapes.

Dawson's Crack. Mind if I pop it in?

Oh, my God, I've completely cracked.

I'm talking to my screen name.

Okay, w... what is going
on? What are you doing here?

Well, I almost wasn't. You
were about to delete me.

Oh. Well, I'm very sorry,

but I'm... I'm through with you.

But I'm a hottie.
Everybody online wants me.

Exactly. They want you, the fantasy.

Not me, the real person. It's pathetic,

my screen name has more fun that I do.

Hey, you said you wish you
could be a beefy, brutal top

instead of a big, nelly bottom.

Well, if I could teach
you how to be like me,

will you let me live?

But I'm not like you.

Well...

I came from somewhere, didn't I?

Okay, here we go.

Coming through. Look out, please.

What are his symptoms?

Uh, diarrhea, vomiting, fever.

- Do you know how high?
- Just under 102

- the last time we checked.
- Yeah, we're...

We're worried about dehydration.

All right, let's get him checked out.

Which one of you is the mother?

- Well...
- Well, I'm the birth mother.

Why don't you go back with him then?

- And you can wait here.
- Actually,

we're raising him
together. We're a couple.

Well, in that case, do
you have adoption papers?

- Adoption?
- He means for me.

No, not yet. We plan to file for...

I'm sorry, but we can only allow

the child's legal
guardians to go with him.

Fine. Stop talking.
Just take him, now, okay?

I'll run back out the
minute I know anything.

- Okay.
- I love you.

Excuse me, I need to go back there.

You see, my partner
forgot our baby's blanket

and I don't want him
to be any more upset...

Look, Miss... or whatever you are...

I believe it was
already explained to you

that only the child's
parents or legal guardians

are permitted to be with him.

And I believe it needs
to be explained to you

that I'm the one who
loves him, and feeds him,

and walks him, and plays with him,

and changes him, and cleans up his shit,

and wipes up his vomit,
and pays the bills,

and... You listen to me.

I stay up half the night worrying

that he will grow up
to be happy and healthy

and loved, so don't you dare tell me

I have no right to be with him,

you officious, homophobic cunt.

What's going on? How is he?

I don't... I don't know.
They won't let me back there.

- Why?
- I'm... I'm not legal,

I'm not anything, apparently,
except going crazy.

What is that, your fucking bureaucracy?

Excuse me, this is the father.

- I'll take you back.
- Well, she's going too.

No, don't worry, just go, and...

Uh, give this to him.

Not even six months old

and already my kid's a drama queen.

Well, at least you know he's yours.

The good news is he's all right.

Yeah, only I had to go
to the hospital myself

because someone left
their cell phone off.

I had to deal with my own crisis.

David's throwing a dinner party,

us and two other couples.
One of them's straight.

He eats with straight people?

Ick. You never know where
their hands have been.

So what's the problem?

The problem is, what'll I talk about?

- What do we talk about?
- What we've done,

who we've done, who we want to do.

These people aren't like us.

They're professors
and doctors and things.

We're things.

Ad execs, accountants.

Couturiers to disco trash.

The thing is, after two minutes

it'll be painfully obvious
that I don't fit in,

and David'll dump me on the spot.

Then we better get busy.

Right, Professor Higgins?

Right, pickering.

We'll turn you from a simple
flower girl into a lady.

Speaking of ladies, get to work.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Turning you from a
candy-ass into a stud.

Now, let's see you spread 'em.

- Now!
- All right.

What's with G.I. Jane?

If he's not careful,

he might actually break a sweat.

Or a nail.

He's down, for a while, anyway.

That's good. Mm.

Hon, what are you thinking about?

Hebrew school.

He's still a little
young, don't you think?

No, when I was a kid in Hebrew school,

Rabbi Protesh used to say to us,

"if you ever forget you're a Jew,

a non-Jew will remind you."

I always wondered what he meant,

until Emily Meredith called
me a "Jap" on the playground.

Oh, that little bitch.

Well, then I knew what he meant.

I had forgotten I was different,

until I was so thoughtfully reminded.

Same thing happened at
the hospital last night.

- Well, they had no right.
- Yeah, they did.

They had every right,
but we have a right too,

to protect ourselves.

How?

We need to talk to Brian.

Miss Manners says,

"always be sure to
compliment the hostess."

I am the hostess.

And you look lovely.

Okay.

All right, now. Uh,
which fork's for salad?

Go from the outside in.

Hey, I thought you were
studying for your calculus exam.

I'm taking a break.

Well, get back to work.

Now, where's the bread plate?

On your left.

- Water glass?
- On your right.

Well, as long as I only
have salad, bread, and water,

I'm all set.

All right, now, topics of conversation.

Uh, stay clear of religion
because you never know

where anybody stands.

Avoid politics like the plague,

and, uh, you should probably

steer clear of the economy as well.

Well, so far he should have no trouble.

Mikey's never talked
about religion, politics,

or the market in his life.

Well, what do I talk about?

Movies are always a safe bet

if you want to appear current
without sounding controversial.

I saw X-Men six times.

Yeah, uh,

somehow I suspect that won't
"wow" the art house crowd.

Look, you're making too
big a deal out of this.

You show up, you talk, you eat.

But these are David's best friends.

You know, I want to
make a good impression.

And you will,

you just have to remember
a few simple rules.

- Utensils, outside in.
- Don't talk about

- anything that matters.
- Matters.

Don't talk with your mouth full.

Oh, what if I burp?

Just cover your mouth with your napkin

and say "excuse me" to
no one in particular.

Just be yourself, you won't
have anything to worry about.

I just know somehow, some way,

I am going to fuck up.

Well see, that's what he means.

Be yourself.

Oh, that looks good.

That looks good.

- Put that right there.
- Let me talk to him.

- You know how you set him off.
- Oh, I promise,

I won't say a word.
I won't say anything.

He seems fine to me.

- Aren't you, Sonny Boy?
- Thank God, after last night.

Yesterday, life and death,
today, tea and cookies.

They're good.

It's a mix.

But it makes you realize
how important it is

to be prepared.

For what?

For like what happened with that nurse.

God, she was a real bitch.

Thank you.

Justin, would you like some ice cream?

No, I'm okay.

What are you getting at?

Well, it's something we talked about

before Gus was born, only we
never got around to doing it.

Melanie would like to petition
for second-parent adoption.

What's that?

Well, I'm not Gus' biological parent,

like Lindsay or Brian,

so I need to file papers to
make me his legal guardian.

Only Melanie can't get the process going

until you sign papers agreeing
to give up your parental rights.

No way. He's Gus's dad.

No one's denying that.

You know you'll always
be part of his life,

in the same way we'll always
be a part of each other's.

You don't have to convince me.

Just tell me where to sign.

What?

- Oh.
- You mean you're actually

- gonna do it?
- Justin.

He'll be better off.
What do I have to do?

Sign some papers. I'll
have them drawn up.

- You can't.
- Would you stay out of this?

You're his father.

And I'm teaching him a lesson:

Don't count on your old man.

What are you doing with your arm?

I call it the "Praise Jesus."

Looks like you're hailing a cab.

I call it the worst
dancing I've ever seen.

Who asked you?

Don't get sore. I'm just kidding.

See anyone hot?

I haven't seen so many
dogs since 101 Dalmatians.

Hey, what about that guy over there?

I'd like to housebreak him.

I suppose he's all right.

Yeah, translation:
We don't have the guts

to go after him.

Speak for yourself, loser.

Well, go for it.

You made me spill my beer.

- Sorry.
- Tell him you'll lick it

- off his chest.
- What?

I said you spilled my beer, man.

- Say it.
- Uh, I... I'll lick it

off your chest.

I'd rather have a napkin.

Right, right. Oh, here.

Well, what are you waiting for?

- Ask him to go home. Hey, dude.
- Hey, dude...

- I never say "dude."
- I can tell you want it bad.

I... I... I can tell you want it bad.

What do you say we get out
of here and do the nasty?

What do you say we
get out of here and...

You know what? I'm...
He's making me do this.

Fucking weirdo.

Well, that was the most
stunning display of ineptitude

I've ever witnessed.

- Hey, how'd it go?
- Fuck off!

Oh, wait.

David, David, David.

At last, the boyfriend.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Nonsense, you're fashionable.

I'm Laura. Listen, I've
known David forever.

So if there's anything you
need to know about him...

Warning: Do not listen to Dr. Laura.

Oh!

I hate when he calls me that.

- You've got a PhD.
- In economics.

Hey, you.

Excuse me, sir, do I know you? You...

Oh, he's funny.

- And adorable.
- And adorable.

You see? She thinks you're adorable.

I'm nervous as hell.

Relax. Everybody's going to love you.

What makes you think that?

Because I do.

Go, go, go, go.

"Insouciant."

Unconcerned, nonchalant.

That's what you are.

Insouciant.

"Sycophant."

Uncaring.

That's wrong, it means ass-kisser.

It doesn't say "ass-kisser."

"One who seeks favor by flattery."

Ass-kisser.

Who cares what it says?

How can you give away Gus?

He'll think you didn't want him.

He'll be right.

I don't believe you.

I was there the night Gus was born.

I saw you give him a kiss...

Not everyone's cut out to be a father.

Well, then, what are you gonna tell him,

someday when he's old enough,
why you didn't want him?

I'll tell him the truth.

These two dykes I knew
wanted a kid really bad,

so I jerked off into a cup.

That's not all there is to it.

A boy needs a father.

- Believe me, I know.
- Yeah, well,

you haven't had a father
for almost two weeks.

Even if he gets angry, even
if he isn't always there,

it's better than not having one at all.

Yeah, don't be so sure.

Your father must have loved you.

He probably just... He
didn't know how to show it.

Yeah, he knew how to show it all right,

especially after he'd had a few.

At least he didn't give you away.

- "Garrulous."
- Loquacious, chatty.

- Where are you going?
- Out.

I thought you were going to help me.

If you want help, call your father.

Whew! When David makes a meal,

- you don't eat for a week.
- Before or after.

I didn't know you could cook.

Mm, you do have a lot to learn.

Give him time, and he'll discover

all my little secrets.

Like underwear.

Like...

You have an underwear fetish?

On our last trip together,

he brought an entire suitcase
of jockey shorts and socks.

Did you all go somewhere together?

Mm, Tuscany, last fall.

- We rented a house...
- It was fabulous.

- And the food!
- Oh, she's still

talking about the food.

Try getting six pounds of
prosciutto through customs.

- He exaggerates. It was four.
- It was six.

- Four.
- Six.

Have you ever been to Italy?

Uh, no, but my uncle Vic
spent a lot of time there.

Oh, was he on business?

No, AIDS. He went there to die.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

Well, it's not your fault.

He was really sick, so he decided

to take this dream trip to Rome,

and then the protease
inhibitors kicked in and...

Now he's at home, and he's fine...

- Oh.
- Except for some

occasional diarrhea.

I would really like to take
Michael away for a while,

but, you know... well, he
works so hard, and, uh...

So what is it that you do, Michael?

Um, I'm in retail.

Really? Where?

Um, the Big "Q."

He just got a promotion. He's a manager.

The Big "Q"?

Eddie, isn't that what people call you?

I've seen those stores, but
I've never actually been in one.

They sell everything you can imagine.

But nothing you'd want to buy.

Uh, haven't I seen you there?

Excuse me?

I know I know you from somewhere.

Do you shop at the Big Q?

- Hardly.
- Ooh.

Well, the next time we go someplace,

- you must come with us.
- Mm-hmm.

- Yeah.
- How about Mykonos for July?

Uh, I only get a week off.

Oh, you poor thing.

That is why I love academia.

We professors get the whole summer.

Mm.

I should check the seafood paella.

Is everybody okay with shellfish?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yes.

- Fine. Great.
- Mm-hmm.

Okay.

That's where I know you from,

from the White Party. You gave me crabs.

Anyone like some more wine?

Ready or not?

You're in a good mood.

The best.

I am finally going to
be an officially signed,

sealed, and delivered mom.

Actually, I'm the one who delivered.

Hey, two out of three ain't bad.

And we owe it all to... Oh,
Jesus, I can't believe it...

Brian.

I always knew he'd come through.

Mmm.

I was sure he'd tell
us to go fuck ourselves.

Well, I'm sure it wasn't easy,
I mean, giving up his rights.

He didn't even seem to care.

- Oh, I'm sure he cared.
- Uh-huh.

He loves his son, and
more than he ever thought.

All that matters is
that Gus is finally ours,

both of ours.

God, I've missed touching you.

Oh! Oh!

What's going on, man?

Your bet, Tommy.

If I win this hand, next round's on me.

Oh, the next round's on Tommy.

That means we're going
to be dry again tonight.

Call you, raise you 10.

How's it going, Pop?

Better days, and for sure better hands.

Say hello to the guys.

Hello, guys.

I'm out. I was bluffing anyway.

As if you were fooling anybody.

What'll you have, Sonny Boy?

Beer's good.

Hold your fire.

A couple of your best scotches, Spike.

Union Hall.

So how's that fancy job of yours?

My fancy job's just fine.

I can't complain.

Leave the complaining to "the warden."

If it was up to her,
I'd never have any fun.

Listen, um...

I'm, uh, a little short,
you know, end of the month.

I just, uh...

You're a good boy.

I'm keeping strict accounts,

every goddamn penny.

I know.

Mr. Executive is treating.

And don't you work too hard, now.

Thanks for the advice.

You got to leave some
time for the ladies.

Oh, I always leave time for the ladies.

But don't let 'em tie
you down, you hear?

Don't worry about me, Pop.

'Cause that's what they all want to do,

no matter what the hell they say.

I think I can handle it.

You know, you...

And me, we... We're a lot alike.

We are.

We weren't meant to settle down.

Sometimes, God damn it,
I look in the mirror,

and I say, "Jack Kinney,
you dumb son of a bitch,

you should never have
been a family man."

Then why did you?

Why'd you marry Mom? Why'd you have me?

Jesus, you're a smart kid.

You mean you never figured it out?

Now, come on, Sonny Boy. Sonny Boy!

You just stay.

Come on, have another
drink with your old man.

Come on, have another drink.

Two more.

Everyone thinks I've gone schizo.

Never been so humiliated in my life.

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What are you doing?

Deleting you.

Like I should have done to begin with.

Whoa.

Don't I get one last chance?

Think of all the hot sex you've scored

pretending to be me.

Come into my world.

You don't have a world. You have a web.

Sign on.

All right,

but this is your last chance.

So... Which one do we want to talk to?

Him, surfer dude.

- So how's it going?
- What are you doing?

He can't hear you. You
don't exist here, remember?

You've got to talk through me.

All right. Wow, give a
screen name a little power,

he becomes a control freak.

Ask him what he's got on.

What are you wearing, man?

Just the jockstrap.

Wow.

If life were like the Internet,

half of Pittsburgh would be naked.

- Ask him what he's into.
- What are you into?

Jacking off, sucking, just for starters.

I could get into that.

- Tell him, um...
- I know what to say.

It's what you always say.

I'll throw you down on the bed

and rip that jock-strap
off with my teeth.

You're making me so hard.

Then I'd flip you over
and I'd slap that tight,

round bubble butt until
you beg me to fuck... You.

Yeah, man. You're making me so gorny.

So... so gorny? What
does that mean? I don't...

Sorry, typo.

I'm... I'm so horny.

Hey, Pitts, it's me.
Where have you been?

Oh, my God, it's "usemyhole27."

Yeah, I'll tell him to
fuck off. We're busy.

I still want to be your bottom boy.

E-mail your address. I'll come over.

What?

Cool.

Do you know what you just did?

Yeah.

I got you a date.

- Thanks, Dave.
- Okay.

Great dinner, as always.

I'll call you this week, sweetie.

Mwa. Adorable?

- Good night, David, thank you.
- Good night.

Okay.

Hey, don't clean up.

It's the least I can do,
after the mess I made.

How was I supposed to know
that Javier never told Ed

he went to the White Party?

Well, he knows now.

Oh, God. There goes my trip to Mykonos.

- I'm such a jerk.
- Oh, you're not a jerk.

I am a jerk. I've never been anywhere,

- I've never done anything.
- So what?

I barely made it through one semester

- of community college.
- So what?

Like, I don't even know
which fucking fork to use.

Michael, it doesn't matter.

It matters to me.

- Come on.
- I... I can't, I got to go.

- What?
- I forgot my clothes for work.

Michael.

Mi...

Oh.

He's gonna open that door,

take one look at me, and
laugh, right in my face.

He liked you online.

Yeah, that's because
he thought I was you.

I'm the Cyrano of cyberspace.

Who?

Never mind.

Usemyhole27?

Pitts9x6.

I guess I'm not what you expected.

Well, I was gonna say the same thing.

I mean, I guess you can tell
I'm not a big, beefy top.

Do I look like a hungry,
submissive bottom?

Well, you sure had me fooled.

I mean, the way you beg to be dominated.

And the way you made me beg.

You're the most ruthless pig
master I've ever talked to.

Then what the fuck are you doing

standing in front of me, huh?

Drop to your knees, pussy boy.

Yes, sir.

Emmett, you can't keep losing your key.

Hey, Sonny Boy.

Oh, shit, you went to see your dad.

Hey, stay here and have
a drink with your old man.

All right, come on. Come on.

Well, we... We lost the game.

Uh-huh. Lift up your arms.

There we are.

We had a 13-point lead
in the last ten minutes.

Atta boy.

And the boys down at electrical,

they might strike.

You don't say. Now your pants.

- There you go.
- Yeah, Tony Cattera's

thinking about retiring next spring,

and if he goes, well, you know.

Well, good for Tony.

Now get in.

You should've heard him.

"How's my successful son?

I'm a little short of cash.

Never should have been a family man."

That's ancient history.
Now, go to sleep.

He never changes,

not his bullshit,

not his life.

When are you ever gonna learn?

That's all he is.

That's all he can be.

- ♪ Look at that man ♪
- ♪ ooh ooh ♪

♪ that man has confidence ♪

♪ confidence ♪

- ♪ look at that man ♪
- ♪ ooh, ooh ooh ♪

- ♪ that man has style ♪
- ♪ style ♪

♪ na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na ♪

Mm.

What happened to you?

Honey, you name it.

How 'bout you?

Ah, I've been staring at the same guy

for the last three hours.

- Hey.
- There you are.

- How'd it go?
- This bottom's

on top of the world.

I owe it all to you, dude.

What did I have to do with it, "dude"?

And don't worry. I am
never gonna delete you.

Delete? Okay, hand over the drugs.

Shut your hole.

Excuse me.

You heard me, pussy boy.

I want you to go downstairs,

and tell that guy that you've
been staring at all night

to get down on his knees
and service your cock.

What?

Move it.

Move it.

Yes, sir.

♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na ♪

♪ na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na ♪

I had my assistant flag
the places for you to sign.

I need a pen.

Oh! Got one.

- There's no ink in there.
- I have one.

Here you go.

Brian?

- Oh.
- What is it, sweetie?

Honey, I thought you changed him.

I did. Maybe that new formula
doesn't agree with him.

Well, I guess we should get on with it.

I changed my mind.

Brian, please don't do this.

I'm not signing it.

We had an agreement.

That was before. Gus didn't exist then.

Oh, God, I knew it.

Brian, you know how
important this is to us,

after what happened at the hospital.

Well, I'm sorry for
that. That was wrong,

but so is giving up my kid.

Isn't that right, Sonny Boy?

Could you use a break?

I'm still working off the paella.

Ooh, I could use a few reps myself.

Come on.

- Look, I want to talk to you...
- Michael, I want to about...

No, I gotta talk to you about last...

- I gotta... psh.
- You go first.

Look, I know I disappointed you.

No, I let you down.

- I'm an idiot, and I...
- I'm a jerk.

I was insensitive. I should
have been more sensitive...

I don't really fit in with your friends.

I don't know if I ever will.

When two people live in
two separate places...

We're from two totally different worlds.

There's only one thing
that we should do.

I know. I agree.

There's no other choice.

So this is it, it's over.

Over? What's over? I want
you to move in with me.

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