All language subtitles for 1994_Clerks_HD_VOSTEN.7.8

Hello.

What?

No, l don't work today.

I'm playing hockey at 2:00.

Why don't you call Randal?

'Cause I'm fuckin' tired!

I just closed last night.

Jesus.

What time do you think
you're gonna come in, 12:00?

Be there by 12:00? Where?

Swear you'll be there by 12:00
and I'll do it.

12:00, or l walk.

[ Slurping ]

it's a meaningless end
to the story

Got no time
for the forgotten glory

And now just
when l know what I'm after

it just brings
me to laughter

- Just save up
all your nickels and dimes
- [ Engine Starts ]

- Let's see what you find
and you know
- [ Tires Screeching ]

I guess I'm
livin' day to day

Just in case you feel
led astray, hell, yeah

I guess I'm
livin' day to day

Hear what l say, yeah

Just save up
all your nickels and dimes

Let's see what you find
and you know

I'd just die for a piece
of that pie but

I'll be glad to just feast
on that pie crust

And now just
when l know what I'm after

- it just brings me to laughter
- Shit!

Just save up
all your nickels and dimes

Let's see what you find
and you know

I guess I'm
livin' day to day

Just so glad to be led astray
Hell, yeah

I guess I'm
livin' day to day

Hear what l say

Well

it's a meaningless end
to the story

Got no time
for the forgotten glory

And now just
when l know what I'm after

it just brings
me to laughter

Just save up
all your nickels and dimes

Let's see what you find
and you know

I guess I'm
livin' day to day

Just hopin' to
be led astray

Hell, yeah

I guess I'm
livin' day to day

Hear what l say
Oh, yeah

- Ooh-hoo
- Thanks. Have a good one.

- Do you mind if l drink this here?
- Sure. Go ahead.

- You open?
- Yeah.

- Pack of cigarettes.
- Are you sure?

- Am l sure about what?
- Are you sure?

- About what?
- Do you really wanna buy
those cigarettes?

- Are you serious?
- How long you been smoking?

- What is this, a poll?
- How long you been a smoker?

I don't know.
Since l was about 13.

Thirteen.
Let's see, you're about 19, 20?

- Am l right?
- What in the hell is that?

That's your lung.
By this time, your lung looks like this.

- You've gotta be shitting me.
- You think I'm shitting you?

- Here.
- What's this?

A trach ring.

It's what they install in your throat
when cancer takes your voice box.

- This one came out of a 60-year-old man.
- Oh, God!

He smoked until the day he died.

- Used to put the cigarette
in this and smoke that way.
- Excuse me, but...

This is where you're heading.

Cruddy lung,
smoking through a hole in your throat.

- Do you really want that?
- Lf it's already too late, l guess...

No, it's never too late.

Put the cigarettes back,
and try some gum instead.

- Here. Chewlies gum. Try this.
- It's not the same.

It's cheaper than cigarettes,
and it certainly beats this.

- Oh, Jesus!
- It's a picture of a cancer-ridden lung.

Keep it.

- I'll just take the gum.
- Fifty-five.

You made a very wise choice.
Keep up the good work.

If you're gonna drink that coffee,
I think you oughta take it outside, huh?

I think I'll drink it in here.
Thanks.

If you're gonna drink it in here,
I'd appreciate it
if you don't bother the customers.

Okay.
I'm sorry about that.

- Pack of cigarettes. What's that?
- This?

How long you been smoking?

Kill the drummer

Kill the bass player
Kill both bass players

This song is the reason
why I'm now going deaf

Let's kick some ass! Yeah!

I feel good today, Silent Bob.
We're gonna make some money.

And you know what we're gonna do?
We're gonna go to that party
and get some pussy.

I'm gonna fuck this bitch,
I'm gonna fuck this bitch.

I'll fuck anything that moves!

What the fuck you lookin' at?
I'll kick your fuckin' ass!

Shit, yeah. Don't that motherfucker
owe me ten bucks?

You know, tonight we're going
to rip off this fucker's head,
take out his fuckin' soul.

Remind me
if he wants to buy something.

I'm gonna shit
in the motherfucker's bag.

- [ Girl Laughing ]
- What's up, baby? What's up, sluts?

Yeah. So, Bob, you're a rude
motherfucker, you know that?

You're cute as hell.
I could go down on you, suck you,

Line up three other guys,
make like a circus seal.

Hey, what're you, a fucking faggot?
I hate guys.

I love women!

What you want, Grizzly Adams?

You're spending what, 20, maybe 30
dollars a week on your cigarettes?

- Yeah.
- Forty.
- Fifty-three.

Fifty-three dollars a week
on cigarettes! Come on!

Would you give somebody
that much money each week to kill you?

That's what you're doing now by paying
for this so-called privilege to smoke!

We're gonna croak sometime.

It's that mentality that allows
the cancer-producing industry to thrive.

Of course we're all gonna die someday!
Do we have to pay for it?

Do we have to actually throw hard-earned
dollars down on the counter...

and say, "" Please,
Mr. Merchant of Death, sir, please,

"" sell me something that will
stink up my breath and clothes,

- and fry my lungs! ""
- [ Dante ] Now, wait a second.

Here comes the speech about how he's
just doing his job by following orders.

Let me tell you
about another group of hate-mongers
that were just following orders.

- Who's that?
- They were called Nazis!

- Yeah, that's right.
- Friggin' Nazi.

They practically wiped
an entire nation off the Earth,

Like your cigarettes are doing now!

- [ Dante ] l think you'd oughta leave.
- You want me to leave. Why?

'Cause somebody's telling it like it is,
giving these fine people a wake-up call?

- Yeah.
- No, you're loitering
and causing a disturbance.

I'm a disturbance?
You're the disturbance, pal.

Here, now l am a customer.
I'm gonna buy some Chewlies gum.

I'm a customer engaged in a discussion
with the other customers.

- That's right.
- Smoke my big fat cock!

He's scared now
'cause he sees the threat we present.

He smells the change is coming!

You definitely are the source
in this area, and we're gonna
shut you down for good!

For good, cancer merchant!

[ Chanting ]
Cancer merchant! Cancer merchant!

Who's leading this mob?

[ Coughing ] That guy.

- [ Coughing Continues ]
- [ Woman ] Freeze!

Let's see some credentials.
Slowly!

- You're a Chewlies gum representative?
- [ Man ] Chewlies?

You're stirring up anti-smoking
sentiment to, what, sell more gum?

Get out of here!

And you people... Don't you have jobs
to go to? Get out of here. Go commute.

You oughta be ashamed of yourselves.
A bunch of easily led automatons.

Try thinking for yourselves before you
pelt an innocent man with cigarettes!

[ Coughing, Clears Throat ]

Uh, pack of cigarettes?

Don't you think you're taking
this a bit too hard?

I have enough indignities in my life and
people start throwing cigarettes at me.

- At least they weren't lit.
- Oh, l hate this fucking place.

Then quit.
You should be going to school anyway.

Please, Veronica, at this point,
the last thing l need is a lecture.

All I'm saying is, if you're
that unhappy, you should leave.

- I'm not even supposed to be here today!
- L know.

I stopped by your house. Your mom told
me you left, like, at 6:00 or something.

The guy got sick.
He couldn't come in.

- Don't you have a hockey game at 2:00?
- Yes.

And I'm gonna play like shit because
I didn't have a good night's sleep.

- Why'd you agree to come in then?
- Hey, I'm only here until 12:00.

After that, I'm gone.
The boss comes in.

- Why don't you open the shutters?
Get some sunlight in here.
- Someone jammed gum in the locks.

- You're kidding.
- Bunch of savages in this town.

- Thanks.
- How much money did you leave up there?

Like, three dollars in mixed change
and a couple of singles.

This time in the morning,
people just get a paper or coffee.

- You're trusting.
- Why do you say that?

How do you know they're taking
the right amount of change
or even paying for what they take?

Theoretically, people see money
on the counter, no one around,

they think they're being watched.

Honesty through paranoia.

Why do you smell like shoe polish?

I needed shoe polish
to make that sign out there.

- Smell won't come off.
- [ Door Opens ]

You think anybody
can see us down here?

Why, you wanna have sex or something?

- Can we?
- Really?

- l was kidding.
- Like you can't get enough of me.

- Typically male point of view.
- How do you figure?

Show some bedroom proficiency,
you think you're gods.

What about what we do for you?

Women as lovers are basically the same;
they just have to be there.

- Be there?
- Making a male climax
isn't at all challenging.

Insert somewhere close,
preferably moist, thrust, repeat.

How flattering.

Now, making a woman come,
therein lies a challenge.

You think so?

A woman makes a guy come,
it's standard.

A guy makes a woman come,
it's talent.

- And l actually date you?
- Something wrong?

I'm insulted. Believe me, Don Juan, it
takes more than that to get a guy off.

Just being there, as you put it,
is not enough.

Hmm, I've touched a nerve.

I'm astonished to hear you
you trivialize my role in our sex life.

It wasn't directed at you.
I was making a broad generalization.

You're making a generalization
about broads.

Those are my opinions
based on the few women...

who were goodly enough
to sleep with me.

- How many?
- How many what?

How many different girls
have you slept with?

- Didn't we have
this discussion once before?
- We might have.

- l don't remember. How many?
- Including you?

It better be up to and including me.

- Twelve.
- You slept with 12 different girls?

Including you? Yes.

- Ow! What'd you do that for?
- You're a pig!

- Why'd you hit me?
- Do you know how many different men
I've had sex with?

Do l get to hit you after you tell me?

- Three.
- Three?

- Three, including you.
- You only slept
with three different people?

- I'm not the pig you are.
- Who?

- You!
- No, who are the three, besides me.

- John Francin and Rob Stanslik.
- Wow.

That's why you should feel like a pig.
You men make me feel sick.

- You'll sleep with anything
that says yes.
- Animal, mineral or vegetable.

Vegetable, meaning paraplegic.

They put up
the least amount of struggle.

After dropping a bombshell like that,
you owe me big.

Name it.

I want you to come with me on Monday.

- Where?
- To school.

There's a seminar about getting
back into a scholastic program...

after a lapse in enrollment.

Can't we ever have a discussion
without that coming up?

It's important to me, Dante.

You have so much potential
that's going to waste in this pit.

- l wish you'd go back to school.
- Stop. You're making my head hurt.

- Shit! Why're you getting up?
- Unlike you, l have class in 45 minutes.

Willam?

Hey, Ronni.
How you been, man?

What, do you work here now?

No, l was visiting my man.

Dante, this is Willam Black.
This is Dante Hicks, my boyfriend.

- How you doing? Just the soda?
- No, and a pack of cigarettes.

So where you been, man?
Still going to Seton Hall?

No, l transferred into Monmouth
this year. l was tired of missing him.

That's beautiful, man.

So, you still talk to Silvan?

I just talked to her on Monday.
We still hang out on weekends.

Oh, that's great.

Well, you two lovebirds
take it easy, okay?

Bye. Take it easy.

- [ Ronni ] That was Snowball.
- Why do you call him that?

Silvan made it up.
It's a blow job thing.

What do you mean?

After the blow job, he likes to have it
spit back into his mouth while kissing.

It's called snowballing.

- He requests this?
- He gets off on it.

- Silvan can be talked into anything.
- Why do you say that?

Like you said, she snowballed him.

- Silvan? No, l snowballed him.
- Yeah, right.

I'm serious.

- You sucked that guy's dick?
- Yeah. How do you think l knew...

You said you only had sex
with three different guys!
You never mentioned him!

- Because l never had sex with him.
- You sucked his dick!

We went out a few times.
We never had sex, but we fooled around.

Oh, my God. Why did you tell me
you only had sex with three guys?

Because l did
only have sex with three guys.

- it doesn't mean
I didn't just go with people.
- Oh, my God, l feel so nauseous!

I'm sorry, Dante.
I thought you understood.

I did understand!

I understood that you had sex with
three guys and that's all you said!

- Please calm down.
- How many?

- Dante, let it go!
- How many dicks have you sucked?

Shut up a second and I'll tell you.
Jesus!

I didn't freak out like this when
you told me how many girls you fucked!

This is different. This is important.
How many?

Well?

- Something like 36.
- What? Something like 36?

- Lower your voice.
- What is that... ""Something like 36""?

Does that include me?

- Uh... 37.
- I'm 37?

- I'm going to class.
- Oh, my God.

- 37! My girlfriend sucked 37 dicks!
- In a row?

- Where you going?
- Hey, listen, jerk.
Until today, you never even knew...

how many guys l slept with
because you never even bothered to ask.

Then you act all nonchalant
about fucking 12 girls.
I never had sex with 12 guys!

- No, but you sucked enough dick!
- Yeah, l went down on a few guys.

- A few?
- One of those guys was you.
The last one, l might add.

Which, if you're too stupid
to comprehend, means that
I've been faithful to you since we met.

All the other guys
I went with before l met you.
If you want to have a complex, go ahead.

But don't look at me like
I'm the town whore, because you
were plenty busy before you met me.

Why did you suck their dick?
Why couldn't you sleep with them
Like any other decent person?

Because going down isn't a big deal.

I used to like a guy, we'd make out,
and sooner or later I'd go down on him.

- But l only had sex
with the guys l loved.
- L feel sick.

I love you!
Don't feel sick.

Every time l kiss you,
I'm gonna taste 36 other guys.

- I'm going to school. Maybe later
you'll be a bit more rational.
- I'm 37! l just can't...

Good-bye, Dante!

Hey, try not to suck any dick
on the way through the parking lot!

Hey! Hey, you!
Get back here.

I thought that place was supposed
to be open at 11:00. it's 11:20.

I've already called his house twice.
He'll be here soon.

Hey, it's not like
it's a demanding job over there.

I'd like to get paid
to sit on my ass and watch TV.

I walked in the other day,
that son of a bitch was sleeping.

- I'm sure he wasn't sleeping.
- Are you calling me a liar?

- Are you calling me a liar?
- No! He was probably
just resting his eyes.

What the hell is that,
""resting his eyes""?

- Like he's some air traffic controller?
- Actually, that's his night job.

Wise ass too, huh?
Go ahead. Keep cracking wise.

That's why you're jockeying a register
in some fuckin' convenience store...

instead of working at a steady job.

I've got no time to bullshit around,
waiting for that son of a bitch.

Make sure he gets that.

The number's 812. My name's Wynarski.
I wanted a movie tonight.

If you tell me the title of the movie,
he'll hold it for you.

Don't hurt yourself, buddy.
I'll go to Big Choice Video instead.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

You forgot your keys.

- Guy ain't here yet.
- You're kidding! it's almost 11:30.

- I've been here since 11:00.
- L hate it when l can't rent videos!

I would've went to Big Choice, but the
tape l want is right there on that wall.

- Which one?
- Dental School.

You came for that too?
That's the movie l came for.

- l have first dibs.
- Says who?

Says me. I've been here half an hour.
I'd call that first dibs.

- Ain't gonna happen, my friend.
I'm getting that movie.
- Like hell you are.

I'll bet you 20 bucks
you don't get to rent that tape.

- Twenty bucks?
- Twenty bucks.

All right, asshole. You're on.

You're late.

- What the hell are you doing here?
- The boss called. Arthur fell ill.

- Why are the shutters closed?
- Someone jammed gum in the locks.

- Bunch of savages in this town.
- That's what l said.

If I'd known you were here,
I'd have come even later.

- What smells like shoe polish?
- Go open the store.

- Hey, you see a set of keys around here?
- No time for love, Dr. Jones.

Fucking kids.

Some guy just came in
refusing to pay late fees.

Said the store was closed for two hours
yesterday. l tore up his membership.

Shocking abuse of authority.

I'm a firm believer
in the philosophy of a ruling class,

especially since l rule.

- [ Randal ]
Want something to drink? I'm buying.
- [ Dante ] No, thanks.

Who was on your phone
this morning, like, 2:30?

- l was trying to call for half an hour.
- Why?

I wanted to use your car.
Snack cake.

You don't wanna know.

- You call Caitlin again?
- She called me.

- You tell Veronica?
- One fight a day with Veronica
is all l can stomach, thanks.

- What do you fight about?
- We don't fight about anything.

She wants me to leave here and go
back to school and get some direction.

- l bet the most frequent topic
of arguments is Caitlin Bree.
- You win.

I'm going to offer you some advice,
my friend. Let the past be the past.

Forget Caitlin Bree.
You been with Veronica how long now?

- Seven months.
- Chick's nuts about you.

- How long you date Caitlin?
- Five years.

Chick only made you nuts, man.
She cheated on you how many times?

- Eight and a half.
- Eight and a half?

Party at John Kay's, senior year;
I get blitzed, pass out in his bedroom.

- Caitlin comes in and jumps all over me.
- So that's cheating?

- No.
In the middle of it she called me Brad.
- She called you Brad?

That's not cheating.
People say crazy shit during sex.

- One time, l called this girl ""mom.""
- L hit the light, she freaks.

- She thought l was Brad Michelson.
- What do you mean?

She was supposed to meet Brad in a
dark bedroom. She picked the wrong one.

- She didn't even know
I was at the party.
- Oh, my God.

- Great story, huh?
- That girl was vile to you.

Interesting postscript to that story.
Do you know who wound up
in that bedroom with Brad?

- Your mother?
- Alan Harris.

- Chess team Alan Harris?
- The two moved to Idaho together.

They raise sheep.

- That's frightening.
- Takes different strokes
to move the world.

In light of this lurid tale,
I don't see...

how you could romanticize
your relationship with Caitlin.

She broke your heart and inadvertently
drove men to deviant lifestyles.

There was a lot of good
in our relationship.

Aside from the cheating,
we were a great couple.

That's what high school was about:
algebra, bad lunch and infidelity.

- You think things
will be different this time?
- They are.

When she calls me now,
she's a different person.
She's frightened, vulnerable.

She's finishing college
and about to enter the real world.
That's scary for anyone.

- Shit, l gotta place an order.
- Talkin' to myself here.

- I'm listening.
She's leaving college and...
- And she's looking for support.

- l think this is leading
our relationship to a new level.
- What about Veronica?

I think the arguments Veronica and l are
having are some kind of manifestation...

of a subconscious desire
to break up with her,

so l can pursue a more meaningful
relationship with Caitlin.

- Caitlin's on the same wavelength?
- It's safe to say yes.

- l think all four of you
better sit down and talk it over.
- All four?

You, Veronica, Caitlin
and Caitlin's fiancé.

- Do you sell video tapes?
- Yeah. What are you looking for?

- Happy Scrappy Hero Pup.
- Uh, one second.

I'm on the phone
with the distribution house.
Let me make sure they got it.

- What's it called again?
- Happy Scrappy Hero Pup.

- [ Child ] Happy Scrappy...
- She loves it.
- Obviously.

This is RST Video calling.
Customer number 4352.

I'd like to place an order.

I need one each of the following tapes:

Whispers in The Wind,
To Each His Own,

Put it Where it Doesn't Belong,
My Pipes Need Cleaning,

All Tit Fucking, Volume Eight,
I Need Your Cock,

Ass Worshipping Rim Jobbers,
My Cunt And Eight Shafts,

Cum Clean, Cum Gargling Naked Sluts,
Cum Buns III,

Cumming in Socks, Cum On ilene,

Huge Black Cocks
With Pearly White Cum,

Girls Who Crave Cock,
Girls Who Crave Cunt,

Men Alone II: The KY Connection,
Pink Pussy Lips,

oh, yeah, and, uh,
All Holes Filled with Hard Cock.

Yup. Oh, wait a minute.
What was that called again?

I'm a needle, you know

Never want to be a haystack

Don't ever want to break
your heart in two

Know the crowd
is gonna sell their soul

Take it anywhere l know
Well, l promise you

it's making me sick

Yes, I'd like to check on
a misprint in today's edition.

Today's edition.

It says,
""Bree to wed Asian design major.""

No, everything's spelled fine.

I was just wondering
if the article was a misprint.

I don't know,
Like a typographical error or something.

Maybe it should say, ""Caitlin Bray""
or ""Caitlin Bre"" with one ""E.""

I'm a curious party.
A curious party.

I'm an ex-boyfriend, and, well,

I talk to her all the time
and she never mentioned this engagement.

That's why I'm thinking
maybe it's a misprint.

Are you sure? Maybe there's
a vindictive printer working for you.

Meaning like, someone who asked her out
once and got shot down,

and this is his revenge
by putting this bogus article
in the paper when it went to press.

Hello. Hello?

- [ Sniffing ]
- [ Cat Meows ]

I don't care if she's my cousin, I'm
gonna knock those boots again tonight.

- Look who it is.
The fuckin' human vacuum.
- Scumbag, what are you doing?

- Just hanging
with Silent Bob and his cousin.
- He's your cousin?

- He's from Russia too.
- No way.

- What part of Russia?
- L don't know. Do l look
Like his fuckin' biographer?

- Olaf, what part of Russia are you from?
- Moscow.

-He only speaks Russian?
-He speaks some English,
but he cannot speak it good like we do.

- Is he staying here?
- Nah, he's moving
to the big city this week.

- He wants to be a metal singer.
- [ Girl ] No way.

I swear. Olaf, metal.

That's his fucking metal face.
Olaf, girl nice?

- [ Speaks Russian ]
- That's fucked up, man.

- What did he say?
- L don't know, man,
but this guy's a character.

- He really wants to play metal?
- Yeah, he's got his own band in Moscow.

- it's called ""Fuck Your
Yankee Blue Jeans"" or something.
- That doesn't sound metal.

You gotta hear him sing.
Olaf, ""Berserker.""

- Come on, man, ""Berserker""!
- Does he sing in English or Russian?

In English. Come on, ""Berserker.""
Girls think sexy.

- Aah. Aah.
- Watch, he's gonna sing it.
It's too funny.

My love for you
is like a truck, berserker

Would you like
some making fuck, berserker

- That's fuckin' funny, man.
- Did he say, ""making fuck""?

[ Science Fiction Movie Sounds,
Man Screaming ]

[ Sounds Stop ]

My love for you
is ticking clock, berserker

Would you like
to suck my cock, berserker

That's beautiful, man.

Hold on to the counter
and I'll pull.

Usually l just turn the can upside down.

Maybe we oughta soap your hand up.

They oughta put a warning on these
things, like they do with cigarettes.

- l think it's coming!
- [ Falls On Floor ]

Thanks. l thought l was going
to have to go to the hospital.

I'll throw this out
as a precautionary measure.

[ Chuckling ] Stings a little.

A little word of advice: Sometimes you
got to let those hard-to-reach chips go.

- [ Door Opens ]
- Thanks.

You know, that article's accurate.
Caitlin really is getting married.

- You know what l just watched?
- Me pulling a can off some moron's fist?

- Return Of The Jedi.
- Didn't you hear me?
Caitlin is really getting married.

What did you like better:
Jedi or The Empire Strikes Back?

- Empire.
- Blasphemy.

Empire had the better ending.

I mean, Luke gets his hand cut off,
finds out Vader's his father.

Han gets frozen, taken away by
Boba Fett. it ends on such a down note.

I mean, that's what life is:
a series of down endings.

All Jedi had was a bunch of Muppets.

There was something else
going on in Jedi.
I never noticed it 'til today.

- They build another Death Star, right?
- Yeah.

The first one
was completed and fully operational
before the rebels destroyed it.

Luke blew it up.
Give credit where credit's due.

- The second one was still
being built when they blew it up.
- Compliments of Lando Calrissian.

Something just never sat right with me
that second time around.

I could never put my finger on it,
but something just wasn't right.

- And you figured it out.
- The first Death Star
was manned by the lmperial Army.

The only people on board were Storm
Troopers, dignitaries, lmperialists.

- Basically.
- So when they blew it up, no problem.
Evil's punished.

- And the second time around?
- It wasn't even done being built yet.

- it was still under construction.
- So?

A construction job
of that magnitude would require...

a lot more manpower
than the lmperial Army had to offer.

I'll bet they brought independent
contractors in on that thing.

- Plumbers, aluminum siders, roofers...
- Not just lmperialists.

- Is that what you're getting at?
- Exactly.

To get it built quickly and quietly,
they'd hire anybody
that could do the job.

You think the average Storm Trooper
knows how to install a toilet main?

- All they know is killing.
- So they bring in
independent contractors.

- Why are you so upset?
- Those innocent contractors
brought in are killed,

casualties of a war
they had nothing to do with.

Look, you're a roofer. Some juicy
government contract comes your way.

You got a wife and kids,
the two-story in suburbia.

This is a government contract
which means all sorts of benefits.

Along come these left-wing militants
who blast everything...

within a three-mile radius
with their lasers.

You didn't ask for that;
you had no personal politics.

- You're just trying
to scrape out a living.
- L don't mean to interrupt,

- but what are you talking about?
- The ending of Return Of The Jedi.

My friend is trying to convince me
that independent contractors
working on the Death Star...

were innocent victims
when it was destroyed by the rebels.

I'm a contractor myself.
I'm a roofer.

""Done And Ready Home improvements.""

Speaking as a roofer, l can tell you
a roofer's personal politics...

- comes into play heavily
when choosing jobs.
- Like when?

Three weeks ago, l was offered a job
up in the hills. Beautiful house.

Tons of property.
A simple re-shingling job.

They told me if l could finish it
in one day, l would double my price.

- Then l realized whose house it was.
- [ Dante ] Whose house was it?

- Dominic Bambino's.
- Baby Face Bambino? The gangster?

The same! The money was right,
but the risk was too high.

I knew who he was, and based on that,
I turned the job over to a friend.

- Based on personal politics.
- Right!

The next week, the Foresie family
put a hit on Baby Face's house.

- My friend was shot and killed.
Didn't even finish re-shingling.
- No way.

I'm alive because l knew the risk
involved in that particular client.

My friend wasn't so lucky.

Any contractor working on that
Death Star knew the risk involved.

If they got killed,
it's their own fault.

A roofer listens to this,
not his wallet.

They say so much, but they never
tell you if it's any good.

Are either one of these any good?

- Sir?
- What?

- Are either one of these any good?
- L don't watch movies.

[ Sighs ] Well, have you heard anything
about either one of them?

I find it's best to stay out
of other people's affairs.

You mean you haven't heard anybody
say anything about either one of these?

Nope.

[ Sighs ]

- Well, what about these two?
- They suck.

[ Sighs ]
These are the same two movies.

- You weren't paying any attention.
- No, l wasn't.

I don't think your manager
would appreciate it...

- l don't appreciate your ruse, ma'am.
- L beg your pardon?

Your ruse.
Your cunning attempt to trick me.

I was only pointing out that
you weren't paying any attention
to what l was saying.

And l hope it feels good.

- You hope what feels good?
- L hope it feels so good to be right.

There's nothing more exhilarating...

than pointing out
the shortcomings of others, is there?

[ Heavy Sigh ] Well, this is
the last time l rent here!

- You will be missed.
- Screw you!

- Hey, you're not allowed
to rent here anymore!
- [ Jay ] Yeah!

Screw me?

- You'll never believe
what this unruly customer just said.
- Wait.

- She in here?
- This guy's going through all the eggs.

This has been going on
for 20 minutes now.

- What's he looking for?
- Said he has to find the perfect dozen.

- Perfect dozen?
- Each egg has to be perfect.

- The quest isn't going well?
- Obviously not.

- Look at all the cartons
that didn't make the grade.
- Why doesn't he mix and match?

- l told him that, and he yelled at me.
- What'd he say?

He said
it was important to have standards.
He says no one has any pride anymore.

It's not like
you laid the eggs yourself.

I give him five more minutes.
After that, I'm calling the cops.

I don't need this.
I'm not even supposed to be here today.

Two packs of cigarettes.

- I'm as puzzled as you.
- I've actually seen it before.

- You know him?
- No, but l know the behavior.

- Let me guess. He's looking
for the perfect carton of eggs?
- [ Randal ] How'd you know?

- I'll bet you a million dollars
he's a guidance counselor.
- [ Dante ] Why do you say that?

I saw it happen in Food City,
Like, last year. Different guy, though.

Stock boy said he'd been looking through
cartons of eggs for half an hour,

doing all sorts
of endurance tests and stuff.

I asked him why nobody ever called
the manager, and he said it happens...

two, three times a week, sometimes more.

- Get out of here.
- No, l kid you not.

They call it shell shock. Seems to
only happen with guidance counselors.

They used to make a big deal of it,
but they just let it go now...

because they always pay
for whatever they break,
and they never bother anybody.

Why guidance counselors?

If your job was as meaningless
as theirs, wouldn't you go crazy too?

- Come to think of it, my guidance
counselor was kinda worthless.
- See?

It's important to have a job
that makes a difference, boys.

That's why l manually masturbate caged
animals for artificial insemination.

Go your own way

You can call it
another lonely day

Did you ever notice
that all the prices end in ""9""?

Damn, that's eerie.

- Do you know how much the average
jiz-mopper makes per hour?
- What's a jiz-mopper?

The guy that cleans up the nudie booths
after each guy jerks off.

- ""Nudie booth""?
- Yeah, nudie booth.

- You ever been in a nudie booth?
- Guess not.

Oh, man, it's great.

You go into this booth, and there's
this glass between you and these chicks.

- And they put on a show for you
for, like, ten bucks.
- What kind of a show?

Think of the weirdest, craziest shit
you'd like to see chicks do.

These chicks do it all. They insert
things into any opening on their body.

- Any opening.
- Can we not talk about this now?

The jiz-mopper's job is to clean it up
after each guy shoots a load.

Practically everybody
does it right on the window.

I don't know if you know this,
but cum leaves streaks
if you don't clean it right away.

- l will never come to this place again.
- Excuse me?

Using filthy language in front of
the customers. You both should be fired.

Oh, l-I'm sorry.
I guess we kinda got carried away.

I don't know
if sorry can make up for it.

You've highly offended me.

Well, if you think that's offensive,
check this out.

Oh!
[ Screaming ]

- l think you can see her kidneys.
- Why do you do things like that?

- You know he's only going
to come back and tell the boss.
- Who cares?

That guy's an asshole. Everybody
that comes in here is way too uptight.

This job would be great
if it wasn't for the fucking customers.

- Jesus! I'm gonna hear
from the boss tomorrow.
- Would you loosen up?

You'd feel a lot better if you'd just
rip into the occasional customer.

Why? l-l don't bother them
and they don't bother me.

Liar! Tell me there aren't
customers that annoy the piss
out of you on a daily basis.

- There aren't!
- How can you lie like that?

Why don't you vent? Vent your
frustrations. Who pisses you off?

Well, l guess it isn't
customers in particular.

Maybe just a group of customers.

- Well, let's hear it.
- Well, the Milk Maids.

The Milk Maids?

The women that go through every gallon
of milk, looking for that later date,

as if somewhere beyond all the other
gallons is a container of milk...

that won't go bad for like a decade.

You know who l can do without?
The people in the video store.

- Which ones?
- All of 'em.

What would you get for a six-year-old
boy who chronically wets his bed?

So, do you have any new movies in?

Do you have that one
with that guy who was in
that movie that was out last year?

They never rent quality flicks.

They always pick the most intellectually
devoid movie on the racks.

Oooh! Navy SEALS!

It's like in order to join they have to
have an I.Q. less than their shoe size.

You think you get stupid questions?
You should hear the barrage that l get.

What do you mean there's no ice?
I've got to drink this coffee hot?

So, how much is this thing anyway?

Do you sell hubcaps
for a '72 Pinto hatchback?

Ooh! Mini-Trucker magazine.

- See? You vented. Don't you feel better?
- No.

- Why not?
- Because my ex-girlfriend
is getting married.

Jesus, you got a one-track mind.
It's always Caitlin, Caitlin, Caitlin.

Veronica!

- What happened to home by 12:00?
- Boss hasn't shown up yet.

- How come you're not in class?
- Lit. 101 got cancelled.

- So l stopped home
and l brought you some lunch.
- What is it?

Peanut butter and jelly
with the crusts cut off.
What do you think it is?

- it's lasagna.
- Really?

Oh, you're the queen.

I'm glad you calmed down a bit.
Hi, Randal.

- Thirty-seven?
- Shut up!

Yes, I've calmed down.
I'm not happy, but I'll be able to deal.

- [ Sucking Sound ]
- Why don't you go back
to the video store?

- You had to tell him?
- L had to tell someone.
He put it into perspective.

- What did he say?
- He said at least he wasn't 36.

And that made you feel better?

And he said most of them were college
guys l never even seen or met before.

- The ostrich syndrome:
If you don't see it...
- It isn't there. Yes.

- Thank you for being rational.
- Thank you for the lasagna.

- Couldn't get the shutters open?
- No.

I called the locksmith.
He said the earliest he could
be here is tomorrow morning.

Bummer. Well, l gotta
head back for the 1:30 class.

- What time you get finished?
- 8:00, but l have
a sorority meeting 'til 9:00.

So, I'll see you when you close then.
Can we go out for coffee?

- Sure.
- Good.

See you when you close.
Enjoy the lasagna.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

[ Sucking Sound ]

Vermont?

No, that can't be.
I just talked to him this morning.

He left at what time?

He really went to Vermont? When
the hell was someone going to tell me?

He promised me he'd be here by noon!

Jesus, when does he get back? Tuesday?
You've gotta be fucking kidding me!

I've got a hockey game at 2:00, and
the steel shutters are jammed closed.

And he's in Vermont?
I'm not even supposed to be here today!

[ Sighing ]

So I'm stuck here until closing?

Oh, this is just great.
I can't fucking believe this.

Th...

No. No, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to yell at you.

Yeah, l know.

No, l-I'll be all right.

Well, that's all l can do, right?
Yeah.

- All right, thanks. Bye.
- Vermont?

- Can you fucking believe this?
- He didn't mention that to you
this morning?

Not a word!
Not a fucking word, that slippery shit.

- So, what? You're stuck here all day?
- Fuck!

- Why'd you apologize?
- What?

I heard you apologize. Why? You had
every reason in the world to be mad.

- l know!
- Jesus! That seems to be
the leitmotif in your life.

- Ever backing down.
- L don't back down!

You always back down.
You assume blame that's not yours.

You come in on your day off;
you buckle like a belt.

- You know what really pisses me off?
- That I'm right about your buckling?

- I'm going to miss the fucking game!
- Because you buckled.

- Shut up with that shit.
It ain't helping!
- Don't yell at me, pal.

- I'm sorry.
- See? There you go again.

- l can't believe
I'm going to miss the fucking game.
- At least we're stuck here together.

You got a customer.

What?
What do you want?

I can't fucking believe this.

Yeah, hello, Sanford.
Dante.

I can't play today.
I'm stuck at work.

Yeah, l know I'm not scheduled today...
Forget it.

Point is, l can't play today.
Neither can Randal. He's working too.

Wait a second.
Do we have to play at the park?

Hold on.
You feeling limber?

- Pull my laces tighter, man.
- I've got to tell you, my friend,

this is one of the most ballsiest moves
I've ever been privy to.

I never thought you capable of such
a blatant disregard of store policy.

- l told him l had a game today.
It's his own fault.
- No arguments here.

- insubordination rules.
- L just want to play hockey
Like l was scheduled to.

- I'm gonna grab a Gatorade.
- Lf you grab a Gatorade,
then everybody's gonna grab one.

- So?
- Who's gonna pay for these Gatorades?

- What do you care,
you shoe polish-smelling motherfucker?
- L have a responsibility here.

- l can't have everybody
grabbing free drinks.
- What responsibility?

- You're closing the store
to play hockey.
- He's blunt, but he's got a point.

Will you let me maintain
some semblance of managerial control?

No, I'm sayin'
if you're gonna be insubordinate,
might as well go the full nine,

not pussy out
when it comes to free shit to drink.

- He's right. As if we're going
to have a run on Gatorade.
- Fuckin' A.

All right!
Jesus, you fuckers are pushy!

- l hear Caitlin's
marrying an Asian drum major.
- Design major.

- Can we not talk about this?
- Fine by me.

But you're living in denial
and suppressing rage, motherfucker.

- You going to lock the store?
- L don't know.
You're going to lock the video store?

Look who you're asking here.
How're we gonna block the street?

- We're not playing in the street.
- Then where are we gonna play?

Hit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em!

[ Yelling ]

I got it! l got it!
It's mine, it's mine!

Yeah!

[ Yelling Continues ]

Hit 'em!

All right, here we go.
I got it.

- When is this period over?
- Eight more minutes.

What, are you shitting me?
I wanna get cigarettes.

- Just wait a few minutes.
- I'm gonna break my crazy neck
on this ladder.

Now, lose the skates, Dorothy Hamill,
and open the fucking store!

- Dante, where are you?
- He's busy!
- in a second!

Fuck ""in a second""!
Oh, look at you. You can't even pass.

- [ Dante ] l can pass!
- How about covering the point?
Man, you suck!

- Who are you to make assessments?
- I'll assess all l want, pal!

- Dante, you in or out?
- Don't pass to this guy.
He sucks. You suck!

- Like you're any better?
- L can whip your ass any day, pal.

- Easy to say over there.
- Give me a stick, pretty boy!

I'll knock your fucking teeth out
and pass all over your ass!

- You open?
- Yeah, you open?

[ Together ] No!

All right, there's a stick over there.
You're shooting up against this goal.

Hey, Redding! Come on.
Get this fucker!

Oh, man! Hey!

Come on. Let's go, let's go!
Come on, come on. Get him!

Come on. Get him, get him!

- Give me another ball.
- There are no more.

What the fuck you talking about?
How many balls you bring?

I brought the orange one
and... the orange one.

Hey, any balls down there?

[ Jay ] About the biggest pair
you ever seen, dingleberry.

- You only brought one ball?
- L thought Redding
brought all the balls.

- [ Redding ] Dante had the balls.
- Nobody has another ball?

Shit!

We got what, 12 minutes of a game
and it's over? Fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck!
I'm not even supposed to be here today.

I still get free Gatorade, right?

- Be careful.
- I'm trying.

You know, the insides of those has
got stuff that can give you cancer.

- So I'm told.
- Yeah.

I had a friend that chewed glass
for a living. in the circus.

- And he got cancer
from chewing fluorescent bulb glass?
- Nah.

- Got hit by a bus.
- Oh. Can l help you?

Well, uh, that depends.
You got maybe a toilet in here?

- Yeah, but it's for employees only.
- L understand.

But l, uh, thought maybe
you'd let me use it anyway.

I'm not so young anymore and I'm,
how do you say, a little incontinent.

- Sure. in the back, through the cooler.
- Thank you, sonny boy.

Say, uh, what kind of toilet paper
you got back there?

- The white kind.
- L didn't ask about the color.

I mean, is it rough
or is it cottony?

- Actually, it's kinda rough.
- Oh, boy!

It's gonna knock the hell
out of my hemorrhoids.

I thought maybe you could
Let me have a roll of the soft stuff.

I see you sell
the soft stuff back there.

- Yeah, but...
- Come on, boitshik!
What's the difference?

You said yourself
you have the rough stuff in the back.

- Yeah, sure. Go ahead.
- Thank you, sonny boy.

You're a lifesaver.

Say, young fella,
I hate to bother you again,

but, uh, maybe l could have something
in the back there to read?

A paper or something?

Sometimes it takes me a while,

and l like to have something
to read while it's going on.

[ Dante ] Yeah, sure, go ahead.

One of the magazines you got
in the back behind the counter.

- The porno mags?
- Yeah!

I like the cartoons.
They make me laugh.

They draw some of the biggest titties
you ever saw.

Not this one. Maybe the one
you got underneath this one.

- They got bigger titties in there.
- Here.

- Now leave me alone.
- Oh, thank you, sonny boy.

I appreciate it.

Hell of a game.

One ball? l close the store, they come
all the way here, for one ball?

Hockey is hockey.
At least we got to play.

Twelve minutes is not a game.
Jesus, it's hardly even a warm-up.

- Bitch, bitch, bitch.
You want something to drink?
- Yeah, a Gatorade.

- Hey, what happened to all the Gatorade?
- Exactly. They drank it all.

- Know what Sanford told me?
- L can't believe
Caitlin's getting married.

- Julie Doyer died.
- Yeah, right.

- No, I'm serious.
- Oh, my God!

Sanford's brother dates her cousin.
He found out this morning.

- How? When?
- Embolism in her brain. Yesterday.

- Jesus!
- She was swimming in the pool
in the YMCA when it happened.

- She died mid-backstroke.
- L haven't seen her in, like, two years.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but wasn't she
one of the illustrious 12?

- Yeah, number six.
- You've had sex with a dead person.

- I'm gonna go to her wake.
- No, you're not. it's today.

- What?
- Posten's Funeral Parlor.
Next show's at 4:00.

- Shit! What about tomorrow?
- One night only.
She's buried in the morning.

- You gotta watch the store.
I gotta go to this.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

- Has it occurred to you
that l might be bereaved as well?
- You hardly knew her.

True. But do you know
how many people are gonna be there?

- All her old classmates,
to say the least.
- This is beneath even you.

I'm not gonna miss what's probably
gonna be the social event of the season.

- You hate people!
- But l love gatherings. isn't it ironic?

Stop being an asshole.
Someone's gotta watch the store.

- lf you go, l go.
- She meant nothing to you!

She meant nothing to you neither
'til l told you she died.

- I'm not taking you to this funeral.
- I'm going with you.

- l can't close the store.
- You just closed the store
to play hockey on the roof.

Exactly! Which means
I can't close it for another hour
just so we can both go to a wake.

You were saying?

Thanks for putting me in
such a tough spot. You're a good friend.

- She was pretty young, huh?
- Twenty-two. Just like us.

- Embolism in a pool.
- What an embarrassing way to die.

- That's nothing compared
to how my cousin Walter died.
- How did he die?

- He broke his neck.
- That's embarrassing?

He broke his neck
trying to suck his own dick.

- Shut the hell up.
- L swear.

- Stop it.
- Bible truth.

- Oh, my God!
- Come on. Haven't you ever
tried to suck your own dick?

- No.
- Yeah, right. You're so repressed.

- Because l never tried
to suck my own dick?
- No, because you won't admit to it.

As if a guy's a fucking pervert
'cause he tries to go down on himself.

You're as curious as the rest
of us, pal. You've tried it.

- Who found him?
- My cousin? Mom found him.

It was a mess. He was on his bed,
his legs doubled over himself.

Mom freaked out.

You know that you are
a shooting star

- Made it, huh? Dick in his mouth?
- Yeah.

Balls resting on his lips.

- Wow. He really made it.
- Yeah, but at what a price.

- l can never reach.
- Reach what?

- You know.
- What, your dick?

Yeah. Like you said, l guess everybody
gets curious and tries it sometime.

I never tried it.

Fucking pervert.

Suddenly everyone loved
to hear him play his songs

Watch the world go by
Surprising it goes so fast

Johnny looked around him and said hey,
I've made the big time at last

- l knew this was a bad idea
to close the store.
- Listen to you.

I can't help it. At least on the roof,
I could see if anybody wanted to go in.

Nobody's there.
It's 4:00 on a Saturday.

How many people ever come to the store
at 4:00 on a Saturday?

Let me in!

[ Crashing Sound, Woman Screaming ]

Do you know your place

In the big charade

Are you more than dead

Leaders and followers
Leaders and followers

- [ Door Closes ]
- L can't fucking believe you.

I'm telling you, it wasn't my fault.

- You knocked the casket over,
for Christ's sake!
- L was just leanin' on it.

- it was an accident.
- Like someone knocks a casket over
on purpose!

- So the casket fell over. Big deal.
- Her fucking body fell out!

I put her back in it. it's not like
it matters if she breaks something.

- Just go open the video store.
- [ Jay ] Open the video store!

Shut the fuck up, junkie.

- Would you just go open the video store?
- Yeah, you cock-smokin' clerk.

How many times have l told you not
to be dealing in front of the store?

I'm not dealing.
What're you talking about?

- Have you got anything, man?
- What you want?

- Let me borrow your car.
- L don't want to talk to you.

- Fine. Just let me borrow your car.
- Why should l loan you my car?

- l want to rent a movie.
- You want to rent a movie.

- [ Sighs ]
- What's that for?

- You work in a video store!
- L work in a shitty video store.

I want to go to a good video store
so l can get a good movie.

And a pack of cigarettes.

- Cute cat. What's its name?
- Annoying customer.

Fucking dickhead.

Can you imagine being halfway decent
to the customers sometimes?

- Let me borrow your car.
- May l be blunt with you?

If you must.

We are employees of Quick Stop
Convenience and RST Video, respectively.

As such, we have certain obligations
that, although they may seem cruel
and unusual,

- does mean manning the store
until closing.
- L see.

So playing hockey and attending wakes
are standard operating procedures?

There's a difference.
Those are obligations that couldn't
have been met at any other date.

Now, renting videos, that's gratuitous,
not to mention illogical,

being that you work at a video store.

- Are you open?
- Yes.

- l don't care for your rationale.
- It's gonna have to do,
being it's my car up for request.

- Can l help you?
- A pack of cigarettes.

- What's your point?
- My point is,
you're a clerk, paid to do a job.

You can't just do anything
you want while you're working.

"" Space alien revealed
as head of Time-Warner.

Report stock increase. ""

They print any kind of shit
in this paper.

They certainly do.
Three dollars.

- Your argument is
that title dictates behavior.
- What?

The reason you won't
Let me use your car is because
I have a title and job description,

- and I'm supposed to follow it, right?
- Exactly.

I saw one one time that said,

""The next week,
the world is ending.""

In the next week's paper, they said,

"" We were miraculously saved
at the zero hour...

by a koala-fish mutant bird. ""

[ Laughing ] Crazy shit.

So I'm no more
responsible for my decisions here than,
say, a death squad soldier in Bosnia?

That's stretching it. You're not being
asked to slay children or anything.

- Yeah, not yet.
- And l remember one time...

I'm gonna break your fucking head,
you fucking jerk!

- I'm sorry. He meant to hit me.
- Yeah? Well, he missed.

Here, let me refund your money
and we'll call if even, all right?

I'll never come in here again.

And if l see you again,
I'm gonna break your fucking head open!

- What the fuck did you do that for?
- Two reasons.

One, l hate it when people can't shut up
about the stupid tabloid headlines.

- Oh, Jesus.
- And two, to prove a point.
Title does not dictate behavior.

- What?
- Lf title dictated my behavior
as a clerk serving the public,

I wouldn't be allowed to spit water
at that guy, but l did.

My point is that
people dictate their own behavior.

Even though l work in a video store,
I choose to rent movies at Big Choice.

- Agreed?
- You are a danger
to both the dead and the living.

I like to think
I'm a master of my own destiny.

- Please get the hell outta here.
- You know I'm your hero.

Sounds to me like somebody
needs to hit the gym.

- Excuse me?
- L heard you strain
when you picked up that milk.

- it only weighs seven pounds.
- L didn't strain. l sighed.

I don't think so.
That was a grunt.

A deep inhalation of oxygen
to aid in the stretching of muscles.

I'm a trainer. l know what that
sound signifies. You're out of shape.

- What? There's no fat on my body.
- No fat!

No tone either.
You don't get enough exercise.

- You open?
- Yes.

- Just the paper.
- Thirty-five.

Hey, uh, let me ask you a question.
Think this guy's out of shape?

I don't know.
Can't really tell from here.

- l am... l am not!
- He is.

How much can you bench?

- l don't know.
- I'd say about 60, 70, tops.

I know l can bench more than that.

- Three-fifty, four.
- No way!

Feel that.

Hey, that's tight.
Solid.

Yeah. Now feel this.
Roll up your sleeve, chief.

- Oh, for God's sakes!
- See, you're ashamed.

You know you're out of shape.

Here.
Take my card.

I can get you on
an aerobics/free weights program.

- Are you open?
- [ Dante ] Yes. I'm not out of shape.

Excuse me.
Have you been here all day?

- Yeah, since 6:00 this morning.
- He's got those love handles.

I don't have love handles!

- Were you working here about 4:00?
- Yes.

- it's probably from being
around all this food every day.
- Oh, l know.

If l had to work here all day,
I'd be bloated and out of shape too.

- I'm not out of shape.
- Can l have your name, please?

Dante Hicks. Why?
What's this all about?

You're Dante Hicks? Oh, my God.
I didn't even recognize you.

- Because he's out of shape!
- Do l know you?

Yeah. Do you remember Alyssa Jones?
She used to hang out...

- With Caitlin Bree!
- I'm her sister.

You're Alyssa's sister Heather?

- Yeah.
- You, uh, say Caitlin Bree?

- Yeah.
- Pretty girl?

A little taller than her?
Gorgeous body?

- Yeah.
- And you're Dante Hicks.

You went to the same school.
You played hockey.

- Yeah. How did you know that?
- You still goin' out with her?

- No, she's getting married.
- To you?

No. To an Asian design major.

Aw, shit!

Don't take this the wrong way,
but, uh, l used to fuck her.

- What?
- Yeah, about two, three years ago.

While you two were dating.
I drove a black Trans Am.

- You're Rick Daress?
- Yeah.

- You know him?
- Yeah.

- Caitlin used to
talk about him all the time.
- Really?

Wait a second. You used to fuck
Caitlin Bree while l was dating her?

Nah, man, don't let it bother you.
That was a long time ago.

I'm surprised you didn't
know about it, Dante.

Everybody in school knew about it.
Even in my class.

Jesus Christ! What next?

- Here you go.
- What's this?

- A fine for $500.
- What?

Five hundred bucks?
For what?

For violation of New Jersey Statute,
Section 2A, Number 170/51.

Any person who sells
or makes available tobacco,

or tobacco-related products,
to persons under the age of 18,

is regarded as disorderly.

- What are you talkin' about?
- An angry mother called
the state division of taxation...

and claimed
that a Quick Stop employee...

sold her four-year-old daughter
a pack of cigarettes at 4:00 today.

The New Jersey Division of Taxation
called the Board of Health...

and sent me down to issue a fine.

You claimed you were working here
all day. Hence, the fine is yours.

The fine is doubled due to
the incredibly young age of the child.

But l didn't sell any cigarettes
to any kids!

You sold cigarettes to a four-year-old?
What a scumbag!

That's sick, Dante.

I didn't sell cigarettes to any kids!
I swear!

The due date is on the bottom.
This summons cannot be contested
in any court of law.

Failure to remit before the due date...

will result
in a charge of criminal negligence,

and a warrant
will be issued for your arrest.

- Have a nice day.
- But l didn't sell
any cigarettes to any kids.

Hey, wait a minute!

Forget it. l don't wanna deal with a guy
that sells cigarettes to four-year-olds.

Can l, uh, give you
a lift somewhere?

Sure. How 'bout the beach?

I like the way you think.

Jesus! What next?

- [ Woman ] Dante?
- What? Caitlin!

[ Muzak ]

- When did you get home?
- Just now.

I can't believe it.
I haven't seen you in so long.

Dante, you have a customer.

I just saw Alyssa's
Little sister outside.

- She was with Rick Daress.
- Let's not talk about her.

- How'd you get home?
- Train. it took eight hours.

- l can't believe you're here.
- Excuse me. Do you have...

Uh, yeah. Back behind the oil.
How long you staying?

Until Monday.
Then l have to take the train back.

Pack of cigarettes.
Hey, congratulations.

I saw the announcement
in today's paper.

You know, she's marrying
an Asian design major.

So I'm told.

[ Hip-Hop ]

You're just gonna close
the store like that?

I wanna talk to you about something,
and l don't wanna be disturbed.

Something l read in the tabloids.

- You saw it.
- Very dramatic, l thought.

- it is not what you think.
- Oh, it's not what l think.

What is it, worse? You're pregnant
with the Asian design major's child?

- What's goin' on here?
- L am not pregnant.

Were you gonna tell me, or were
you gonna send me an invitation?

I was gonna tell you,
but we were getting along so well,
I didn't wanna mess it up.

You could've broken it to me gently.

You could've started
by telling me you had a boyfriend.
I told you l had a girlfriend.

I know. I'm sorry,
but when we started talking,
it was like l forgot l had a boyfriend.

- And then he proposed last month.
- And you said yes.

Well, kind of. Sort of.

Is that what they teach you in that
school of yours? ""Kind of,"" ""sort of""?

Everybody knows about this except me!
Do you know how humiliating that is?

I would've told you, and you would've
stopped calling me, like a baby.

- How do you know that?
- Because l know you.

You prefer drastic measures
to rational ones.

- So you're really getting married?
- No.

- You're not really getting married?
- [ Scoffs ]

The story goes like this: He proposed,
I told him l had to think about it,

and he insisted
that l wear the ring anyway.

Then my mother told the paper
we were engaged.

- Oh, how like her.
- Then my mother called this morning...

to let me know that
the announcement was in the paper.

That's when l hopped a train
to come back here,
because l knew you'd be a wreck.

- Thanks for the vote of confidence.
- Was l right?

""Wreck"" is a harsh term.

""Disturbed"" is more like it.
""Mildly disturbed,"" even.

Oh, l love a macho facade.
It is such a turn-on.

- What smells like shoe polish?
- So you came here to what?
To comfort me?

The last thing l needed was for you to
think l was hiding something from you.

- But you were!
- No, l wasn't! Not really.

I told you
I'd been seeing other people.

Yeah, but not seriously. Christ,
you're ready to walk down the aisle.

I think that constitutes something
more than just seeing somebody.

- What's going on?
- I'm giving him his ring back.

- What?
- [ Sighs ] l don't want to marry him.

I don't want to get married now.
I'm on the verge of graduation.

I want to go to grad school after this,
and then l want to start a career.

I don't want to be a wife first
and then have to worry about...

when I'm gonna
fit in the other stuff.

I have come way too far
and studied too damn hard...

to let my education
go to waste as a housewife.

And l know
that's what I'd become.

Sang's just signed with a major firm,
and he's gonna be pulling in
a huge salary,

which would give me
no reason to work.

- He's very traditional.
- Wait a minute.

- His name is ""Sang""? Past tense?
- Stop it. He's a nice guy.

Well, if he's so nice,
why aren't you marrying him?

- l just told you.
- There's more to this, isn't there?

Oh! Why, Mr. Hicks,
whatever do you mean?

- Tell me l don't
have something to do with it.
- You have nothing to do with it.

- Oh, you lie!
- Look how full of yourself you are!

I just believe in giving credit
where credit's due,

and l believe I'm the impetus
behind your refusal to wed.

If I'm so nuts about you, then why am l
having sex with an Asian design major?

Oh, Jesus. You're so caustic.

I had to knock you down
from that cloud you were floating on.

When l say l don't want to get married,
I mean just that.

I don't want to marry anybody.
Not for years.

Who's asking?
I don't want to marry you.

Well, good.
Keep in that frame of mind.

- Well, let's date.
- Oh, l think Sang and... Veronica,

they'd love that.

We can introduce the two of them.
They may hit it off.

You're serious?
You wanna date again?

I wanna be your boyfriend, yes.

It's just the shock of seeing me
after three years.

- Believe me, you'll get over it.
- Give me a bit more credit.

I think it's time
we got back together.

I'm more mature, you're more mature.
You're finishing college.

- I'm already in the job market.
- You work in a market, all right.

Cute. Tell me you wouldn't
wanna go out with me again...

after all the talking we've been doing.

The key word here is ""talk,"" Dante.

I think the idea,
or the conception of us dating,

is a lot more idyllic than
what actually happens when we date.

What are we supposed to do?
Pretend over the phone we're dating?

I don't know.
Maybe we should just see what happens.

- Let me take you out tonight.
- On a date?

Yeah, a real date.
Dinner and a movie.

Oh, the ""Dante Hicks
Dinner and Movie"" date.

- l think I've been on that one before.
- Do you have a better suggestion?

Well, how 'bout the "" Caitlin Bree...

Walk On The Boardwalk, Then Get
Naked Somewhere "" kind of private date?

- l hear that's kind of a popular date.
- Jerk!

God, here l am, throwing myself at you,
succumbing to your wily charms,

and you're calling me a slut
in so many words.

- What about Sing?
- Sang!

- He's not invited.
- He's your fiancé.

I'm offering you my body,
and you're offering me semantics.

He's just a boyfriend, Dante, and
in case you haven't gotten the drift...

of why l came all the way here
from Ohio...

Duh! I'm about
to become single again.

And, yes,
allow me to placate your ego.

You are the inspiration
for this bold and momentous decision...

that will probably get me ostracized
from both school and home.

You ask me who l choose.

I choose you.

- So, what are you saying?
- You are such an asshole.

- I'm just kidding!
- L can already see
this is not gonna work out.

- I'll ask Randal to close up
when he gets back.
- Where is he, anyway?

I thought he'd be at your side
Like an obedient lapdog.

He went to go rent a movie.
He isn't back yet.

Ah, screw it.
I'll close up and leave him a note.

You are too responsible.
But no, l have to go home first.

They don't even know
I've left school yet.

And l should break
the disengagement news to my mother,

which is gonna cause quite a row
considering she loves Sang.

- Who doesn't?
- Well, me, l guess.

[ Sighs ] So l shall
take my leave of you,

but l will return in a little while,

at which time, yes, l would love to
go for dinner and a movie with you.

What happened to the walk
and the nakedness?

I'm easy, but I'm not that easy.

See you later, handsome.

Yes!

[ Hip-Hop ]

- Get to work.
- Hey, what'd you rent?

Best of Both Worlds?

Hermaphroditic porn.
Starlets with both organs.

You should see the box. Beautiful chicks
with dicks that put mine to shame.

- And you rented this?
- Hey, l like to expand my horizons.

- l got fined
for selling cigarettes to a minor.
- No way.

- Five hundred dollars.
- You're bullshittin'.

No, I'm not.

Holy shit! l didn't even
think they enforced this.

- Living proof.
- L thought you never
sold cigarettes to kids.

- l didn't. You did.
- Really?

Yep. A little girl,
maybe four years old.

- Holy shit! That girl?
- Yeah, as opposed to hundreds
of other children...

you've sold cigarettes
while working here.

- Then how come you got the fine?
- 'Cause I'm here.

- You're lyin'.
- No, I'm not.

- Why aren't you screaming at me now?
- 'Cause I'm happy.

- I'm happy.
- You're happy to get a fine?

- No, because Caitlin came to see me.
- Now l know you're lyin'.

- I'm not. She just left.
- What'd she say?

She's not marrying that guy.
She went home to tell her mom.

- You're kiddin'.
- I'm not.

Well, you've had quite an evening.

She went home and she's getting ready
and we're going out.

I feel so ineffectual.
Is there anything l can do for you?

Watch the store
while l go home and change?

What happened to
""Title dictates behavior""?

Well, this is my way
of spitting water at life.

All right. You want me to bring
the VCR over so we can watch this?

No, l might be leaving early
to go out with Caitlin,

in which case, you're gonna lock up
the store tonight.

All right, but you're missin' out.
Chicks with dicks.

[
""Berserker"" On Tape Deck ]

[ Laughing ]

- [ Man Moaning ]
- [ Woman ] Uh, no. Oh.

Well, Randal Graves,

scourge of the video renter.

Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Asian
Design Major herself, Caitlin Bree.

You saw that article? God, isn't
it awful? My mother sent that in.

- l take it she likes the guy.
- You'd think she's marrying him.

- What are you watching?
- Children's programming.

What'd your mom say when you told her
you weren't engaged anymore?

She said not to come home
until after graduation.

Wow! You got thrown out for Dante?

What can l say?
He does weird things to me.

- Ooh, can l watch?
- You can hold me down.

- Can l join in?
- You might be let down.

- I'm not a hermaphrodite.
- Hey, few are.

What makes you think you can maintain a
relationship with him this time around?

A woman's intuition.

Something inside of me says it's time
to give the old boy a serious try.

Wow! Hey, you know,
you and l have something in common.

- We both eat Chinese.
- [ Scoffs ] Dick.

- Exactly.
- So where is he?

He went home to change for the big date.

- God, isn't he great?
- No. This is great.

Oh, lord.
Can l use your bathroom?

- There's no lights back there.
- Why aren't there any lights?

There are, but for some reason
they stop working at 5:14 every night.

- You're kidding.
- Nobody can figure it out.

The boss doesn't want
to pay the electrician to fix it...

'cause the electrician
owes money to the video store.

- Such a sordid state of affairs.
- And I'm caught in the middle,

torn between my loyalty for the boss and
my desire to piss with the lights on.

Well, I'll try to manage.

Oh, hey, Caitlin?

Break his heart again this time,
and I'll kill ya.

Nothing personal.

You are very protective of him, Randal.
You always have been.

Territoriality.
He was mine first.

Oh, that was so cute.

[ Sighs ]

[ Clock Ticking ]

[ Bed Squeaking,
People Moaning On Video ]

Who eats cock?

Bunch of savages in this town.

Hey, Caitlin's in the back.
You might want to check on her.

- She's been back there a long time.
- There are no lights back there.

I told her that.
She said she didn't need any.

Why don't you go join her?
Make a little bathroom bam-bam.

Oh, l love your sexy talk.
It's so kindergarten.

- ""Poo-poo,"" ""wee-wee.""
- Fuck you.

[ Door Opening ]

[ Woman Moaning On Video ]

[ Man On Video ] I said stop.

- [ Woman ] Oh, God.
- [ Man ] it's all about pain,
you bastard!

[ Woman Moaning On Video ]

How did you get here so fast?

I left like an hour ago.

Do you always talk this weird
after you violate a woman?

Maybe the Asian design major
slipped her some opium.

- Could be.
- It has never been like that before.

Like what?

When you just lay perfectly still
and let me do everything.

Am l missing something here?

Okay.

I went back there
and Dante was already waiting for me.

- He was?
- It was so cool.

He didn't say a word.
He didn't have to.

[ Sighs ]
He was just... ready.

You know. And, like,
we didn't kiss or talk or anything.

He just sat there
and let me do all the work.

You dog!
I didn't even see you go back there.

The fact that there
weren't any lights on made it so...

God, that was so great!

My legs are still shaking.

- it wasn't me.
- [ Scoffs ]

Yeah, right.
Who was it, then? Randal?

- Was it you?
- L was up here the whole time.

- You two better quit it.
- I'm serious.

Oh, so we didn't
just have sex in the bathroom?

No.

Stop it.
This isn't funny.

I'm not fooling around.
I just came in from outside.

- This isn't fucking funny, Dante.
- I'm not kidding.

- Who went back there?
- Nobody. l swear.

- l feel nauseous.
- Are you sure there was
someone back there?

Well, l didn't just fuck myself!
Jesus Christ!

- God, I'm gonna be sick!
- You just fucked a total stranger?

- Shut the fuck up!
- L can't believe this.

- Call the police.
- Why?
- No, don't!

There's a stranger in our bathroom!
He just raped Caitlin!

- She said she did all the work.
- Will you shut the fuck up?

Who the fuck's in our bathroom?

[ Woman ] Who is he?

[ Dante ] l don't know. He just came in
and asked to use the bathroom.

- What time was this?
- L don't know.

What time did hockey end?

Um, like 3:00, 3:30.

- What time we get back from the funeral?
- 4:00, l think.

- Wait. Who was working here?
- Just me.

I thought you just said you went to
play hockey and then went to a funeral.

- Yeah, we did.
- Then who was operating the store?

- Nobody. it was closed.
- With this guy locked in here?

Well, everything happened so quickly,
I guess l forgot he was back there.

- [ Man ] Can we take it now?
- Go ahead.

Was he alive when Caitlin...

No. l place the time
of death about 3:20.

Then how could she... You know.

[ Coroner ]
The body can maintain an erection
after expiration, sometimes for hours.

Did he have the adult magazine
when he came in?

Uh, no. l gave it to him.

He asked me for it.

I can't say for certain until we get
him back to the lab, but my guess is...

he was masturbating,
his heart seized and he died.

That's when the girl found him.
[ Sniffing ]

Uh, something smells
Like shoe polish.

This has got to be the weirdest thing
you've ever been called in on.

Actually, l once had
to tag a kid that broke his neck
trying to put his mouth on his penis.

What about Caitlin?

[ Coroner ] Shock trauma. She's gonna
need years of therapy after this.

My question is: How did she come
to have sex with a dead man?

She thought it was me.

What kind of convenience store
do you run here?

[ Siren Blaring ]

[ Humming
""Theme from Jaws"" ]

Salsa shark.

""We're gonna need a bigger boat.""

Man goes into cage,
cage goes into salsa.

Shark's in the salsa.
Our shark.

Oh, what?
What's with you, man?

You haven't said anything
for, like, 20 minutes.
What the hell's your problem?

- [ Sighs ] This life.
- ""This life""?

Why do l have this life?

Have some chips.
You'll feel better.

I'm stuck in this pit,
working for less than slave wages,

working on my day off.

The goddamn steel shutters are closed.

I deal with every backward-assed fuck
on the planet.

I smell like shoe polish.

My ex-girlfriend is catatonic
after fucking a dead guy,

and my present girlfriend
has sucked 36 dicks.

- Thirty-seven.
- My life's in the shitter right now,

and if you don't mind,
I'd like to stew a bit.

- [ Man ] You open?
- Yeah.

[ Randal ]
Aw, that's all bullshit, man.

- You know what
the real problem here is?
- L was born?

- You should shit or get off the pot.
- L should shit or get off the pot.

- Yeah, shit or get off the pot.
- What are you talking about?

I'm talking about this thing you have,
this inability to improve
your station in life.

- Fuck you!
- It's true, man.

You sit there and blame life
for dealin' you a cruddy hand,

never once accepting responsibility
for the way your situation is.

- What responsibility?
- All right, if you hate this job
and the people...

and the fact that you have to come in
on your day off, why don't you quit?

- Like it's that easy.
- It is. You just up and quit.

There's other jobs.
They pay better money.

You're bound to be qualified
for at least one of 'em.
So what's stoppin' you?

- Leave me alone.
- Oh, you're comfortable, right?

This is a life of convenience for you,
and any attempt to change it...

would shatter the pathetic microcosm
you've fashioned for yourself.

Oh! Like your life's any better.

I'm satisfied with my situation for now.
You don't hear me complaining.

You, on the other hand,
have been bitching all day.

Thank you. Why don't you
go back to the video store?

- it's the same thing with Veronica.
- Leave her out of this!

You date Veronica because it's
convenient and she's low maintenance.

But meanwhile,
all you ever do is talk about Caitlin.

You carry a torch for a girl
you dated in high school.

- in high school, for God's sakes.
You're 22.
- Leave me alone!

If you want Caitlin, then talk
to Veronica and be with Caitlin.

If you want Veronica,
then be with Veronica.

But don't pine for one
and fuck the other.

Man, if you weren't
such a fucking coward...

If l wasn't such a fucking coward.

It must be great to have this ability
to simplify things the way you do.

- Am l right or what?
- You're wrong!

Things happened today. Things that
probably ruined my chances with Caitlin.

Oh, what, the dead guy?
She'll get over fuckin' a dead guy.

Shit, my mom's been fuckin' a dead guy
for 30 years. l call him ""Dad.""

Caitlin and l can't be together.
It's impossible.

Melodrama comin' from you seems about
as natural as an oral bowel movement.

What do you want me to say?
""Yes, some of the things
you're saying are true""?

That's the way things are.
They're not gonna change.

- Make 'em change.
- L can't, all right?

Jesus, will you leave me alone?

I can't make changes in my life
Like that. lf l could, l would.

But l don't have the ability
to risk the comfortable situations...

on the big money
and the fabulous prizes!

- Who are you kidding? You can so.
- Jesus H. Christ! l can't!

So you're gonna be miserable 'cause
you don't have the guts to face change?

My mother told me once
that when l was three years old,

my potty lid was closed,

and instead of me lifting it,
I shit my pants.

Lovely story.

The point is,
I'm not the type of person...

who'll disrupt things
just so l can shit comfortably.

- [ Door Opening ]
- Noise, noise, noise
Smokin' weed, smokin' weed

Doin' coke, drinkin' beers
Pack o' ""rass,"" my good man.

Time to kick back, drink some beers
and smoke some weed!

Done poisoning the youth
for today, huh?

Hell, yes, whatever that means.

Now it's time to head over to Atlantic,
drink some beers,

get ripped and, hopefully, get laid.

- [ Dante ] One seventy-nine.
- Pay the good man.

- Yeah, you close soon?
- In half an hour.

Yeah, we get off
the same time every day.

- We should hang out. You get high?
- L should start.

Wanna come to this party tonight?
There's gonna be some pussy there.

With you? l don't think so.

Oh, look at you.
""l don't hang out with drug dealers.""

- Nothing personal.
- What happened with that old guy?

- He died in the bathroom.
- L heard he was jerkin' off
or something.

I don't know.
I wasn't watching.

He probably saw that Caitlin chick.
I know l felt like beatin' it
when l saw her.

Oh, come here, bitch.
You like this? Huh?

- This what you want?
- Knock it off. That used to be
my girlfriend, all right?

Oh, you used to go out with her?

Yeah, well, l thought
we might be starting again.

- Don't you already have a girlfriend?
- [ Dante ] Yeah, Veronica.

- And what, you're gonna dump her
for that Caitlin chick?
- Maybe.

I don't know, dude. That Caitlin chick's
nice, but l see that Veronica girl...

doin' shit for you all the time.

I saw her rubbin' your back,
fuckin' comes and brings your food.

- Didn't l see her change your tire once?
- Hey, l jacked up the car.

All she did was unloosen the nuts
and put the tire on.

- Well, l know she does a lot for you.
- She's my girlfriend.

I had some girlfriends too, but all
they wanted from me was weed and shit.

Shit, my grandmother used to say,
"" What's better?

Fuckin' a good plate
with nothin' on it? ""

No, wait. l fucked up. ""What's
a good plate with nothin' on it?""

Meaning?

I don't know. She was senile. She used
to fuckin' piss herself all the time...

and shit herself.

Come on, Silent Bob. Let's get
the fuck outta this fuckin' gyp joint...

with this fuckin' faggot Dante.

You cock smoker.

You know, there's a million
fine-lookin' women in the world, dude,

but they don't all bring ya
Lasagna at work.

Most of 'em just cheat on ya.

[ Jay ] Come on, limp dick!

[ Silent Bob ]
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

He's right.

I love her.

So that's it. He doesn't love you
anymore. He loves Caitlin.

And he told you all of this?

Pretty much. All except
the latent homosexuality part.
That's just my theory.

Uh... l don't know what to say.

Don't hold it against him. He just
never got Caitlin out of his system.

It's not your fault. it's Dante.

I-Look. l don't know
thing one about chicks.

So if you gotta cry or something,
I can get outta here.

- I'm not sad.
- You're not?

Ow! What'd you do that for?

If you didn't wanna go out with me
anymore, why didn't you say so?

Instead you pussyfoot around
and see that slut behind my back!

- What are you talking about?
- You've been talking to her
on the phone for weeks!

- it was only a few times.
- Then you pull that shit this morning,

freaking out because
I've gone down a couple of guys.

- Oh, a couple?
- I'm not the one trying
to patch things up with my ex,

sneaking around behind your back!

If you think 37 dicks are a lot,
just wait and see, mister.

I'm going to put the hookers
in Times Square to shame
with all the guys l go down on now!

- Will you let me explain?
- Explain what?

How you've been waiting
until the time was right, and then
you were going to dump me for her?

- it isn't like that!
- Damn right it isn't like that!

Because l won't let it be like that.
You want your slut?
Fine, the slut is yours.

- l don't want Caitlin.
- You don't know what you want!

But I'm not going to sit here
holding your hand anymore
until you figure it out!

I've tried with you, Dante.

I've encouraged you to get out of this
fucking dump and go back to school,

to take charge of your life
and find direction.

I even transferred
so maybe you'd be more inclined...

to go back to college
if l was with you.

Everyone said it was a stupid move,
but l didn't care...

because l loved you
and wanted to see you...

pull yourself out of this senseless funk
that you've been in...

since that whore dumped you
oh, so many years ago.

Now you wanna go back to her
so she can fuck you over some more!

- l don't wanna go back...
- Of course not! Not now!

You're caught,
and now you're trying to snake out
of doing what you wanted to do!

Well, l won't let you.

I want you to follow through on this
so you can find out
what a fucking idiot you are!

And when she dumps you again...
and l promise you, she will...

I want to laugh in your face
so you realize that...

that was what you gave up
our relationship for!

I'm just glad that Randal had the balls
to tell me since you couldn't!

- Randal?
- And having him tell me,
that was just the weakest move ever.

- You're spineless!
- Veronica, l love you!

Fuck you!

[ Gong Ringing ]

Dante?

Our problems seem
a world away

Close your eyes

And they'll all go away

Close the night and listen

Close your eyes to me

And sell the lie

My face

Shall live

You'll all be
replaced

How's your eye?

The swelling's not that bad,
but the F.D.S. stings.

- How's your neck?
- It's kinda hard to swallow.

You didn't have to choke me, you know.

Why did you tell Veronica that l was
gonna dump her to go back with Caitlin?

- l thought l was doing you a favor.
- Oh, Jesus.

You're always saying
how you can't initiate change yourself.

I thought I'd give you a hand.

Thanks.

You still didn't have to choke me.

Oh, please.
I'm surprised l didn't kill you.

- Why do you say that?
- Why do l say that?

Randal... [ Sighs ]
Forget it.

- No, really.
What did l do that was so wrong?
- What don't you do?

Sometimes l think
the only reason you come to work
is to make my life miserable.

- How do you figure?
- What time did you get to work today?

Like 10:00, or ten after.

You were over a half an hour late.
And then all you do is come in here.

- Yeah, to talk to you.
- Which means the video store
is ostensibly closed!

Oh, it's not like I'm miles away.

Unless you're out renting video
at other video stores.

- Hermaphrodites. l rented it
so we could watch it together.
- You get me slapped with a fine.

You argue with the customers,
and l have to patch everything up.

You get us thrown out of a funeral
by violating the corpse.

Then to top it all off,
you ruin my relationship.
I mean, what's your encore?

Do you, like, anally rape my mother
while pouring sugar in my gas tank?

You know what the real tragedy
about all of this is?

I'm not even supposed
to be here today!

Oh, fuck you!
Fuck you, pal!

Jesus, there you go,
trying to pass the buck.

I'm the source of all your misery.

Who closed the store to play hockey?
Who closed the store to go to a wake?

Who tried to win back
his ex-girlfriend...

without even discussing
how he felt with his present one?

You wanna blame somebody?
Blame yourself.

""I'm not even supposed
to be here today.""

You sound like an asshole!

Jesus, nobody twisted
your arm to be here.

You're here of your own volition.

You like to think the weight
of the world rests on your shoulder,

Like this place would fall apart
if Dante wasn't here.

Jesus, you overcompensate for having
what's basically a monkey's job.

You push fuckin' buttons. Anybody
could waltz in here and do our jobs.

You're so obsessed
with making it seem so much more epic,

so much more important
than it really is.

Christ, you work in a convenience store,
Dante, and badly, l might add!

I work in a shitty video store,
badly as well.

You know, that guy Jay's got it right.
He has no delusions about what he does.

Us, we like to make ourselves
seem so much more important...

than the people that come in here to
buy a paper or, God forbid, cigarettes.

We look down on them
as if we're so advanced.

Well, if we're so fuckin' advanced,

what are we doin' workin' here?

Hey, the floor looks pretty clean.
I put the cat next door.

- Need a ride home?
- No, l got one. Just pulled up.

You workin' tomorrow?

Same time. What about you?

I'm callin' out.
Goin' to the hospital and visit Caitlin.

And then I'm gonna try
to talk to Veronica.

You wanna grab a bite
to eat or something...

when you're done with that
and l get off work?

- I'll give you a call, let you know.
- All right.

Hey, good luck with Veronica.

- lf you want, l can talk to her,
try and straighten this...
- No, thanks.

I think l can handle it.

We have a lot of shit to talk about.

- Hell of a day.
- To say the least.

Want me to do anything
before l get out of here, man?

Why don't you wrangle for me?

- [ Scoffs ] No.
- Come on. Just wrangle out the door.

- No. No, no, no.
- Come on.

Here comes Randal

He's a Berserker

[ Humming ]
[ Laughing ]

You're closed.

I may never get what l want

But I'm happy just
to die tryin'

And l hope l ain't
done nobody wrong

But l miss you smilin'

And I'm lookin' for a cure
'cause I'm bored to tears

And I'm stuck in here

Stuck out here,
stuck in here

We lived through
another day

it's a good excuse
to celebrate

Take a number,
knock on wood

We'll find a reason
to feel good

I know you know
l want to know

How l feel

I can't even tell

I can't even tell

I can't even tell

No one knows
nothin' about me

I'm guessin'
I'll just keep on guessin'

No one sees what l see

This is my blessin'

And I'm lookin' for a way
to get outta here

Get me outta here

Outta here, outta here

We lived through
another day

it's a good excuse
to celebrate

Take a number,
knock on wood

Find a reason to feel good

I know you know
Just want to know

How l feel

I can't even tell

I can't even tell

I can't even tell

I'm outta here

Outta here
Outta here

I know you know
l want to know

How l feel

I can't tell

I know you know
I'll tell ya

If it's real

it's not our last affair

- I can't even tell
- [ Jay ] Smokin' weed, smokin' weed

Noise, noise, noise
Smokin' weed, smokin' weed