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Fuck you looking at, fat boy?
You know what?
I'm not gonna waste my time on this piece of shit.
Dude, that was fucked up.
That guy is a fucking douchebag.
- Hi, Mom. - Hey, sweetheart.
Listen, your father is working the late shifts
and he's trying to get some sleep.
So try to keep it quiet, okay?
I have got to get to work.
Jimmy, is everything all right?
Everything is fine, Mom.
Yo, bro, don't look so down.
Those assholes terrorize everyone.
Yeah, man, they are justjealous.
Jealous of what?
They're jealous
because you're funny, smart
and you've got great taste in friends.
You forget fat.
You're not that fat.
Oh, but you do have a little...
It's something right here.
No, no, yeah.
Okay, look, man, we're gonna come over.
- I will be at the Call of Duty. - You can't.
My dad's sleeping
and he's working the night shift.
Oh, then come over here.
We got the place to ourselves.
No, I think... I think
I'm just gonna stay home today.
Maybe you should watch
some old kung fu movies
in case Miles starts to fuck with you again.
- Whoo! - Whoo!
Holy shit.
Very funny, assface.
Okay, man, see you tomorrow.
- Bye-bye. - Bye.
Hey, Dad.
Working late shift tonight?
Unfortunately.
- You hungry? - Sure.
I made beautiful pork chops. Dig in.
So, how's everything at school?
Fine. Why do you ask?
What? Can't a father ask how his son's doing?
Chasing the skirts?
Chasing skirts?
You know, girls.
Anyone tickle your fancy?
I mean, sure, a lot of girls tickle my fancy,
but problem is, I don't think I tickle any of theirs.
Well, don't sweat it.
The ones whose fancy you do tickle,
they'll let you know.
Oh, I got to go.
Oh, no, Dad, I... I can take care of that.
Thanks a lot, pal.
Oh, and listen, take it easy on the dessert, okay?
You don't want to end up like your old man.
Yo! What up, you bad motherfucker?
Yeah, what up, motherfucker?
Hey, guys, what's up?
No, it's not, "Hey, guys, what's up?"
It's, "What up, motherfucker?"
What up, motherfucker?
Oh, shit.
Gotta go. Bye-bye now.
Hey, where's your girlfriend going?
Yo, asshole, get lost.
I gotta talk to Slim here.
No, I'm good. Thanks.
Get him the fuck out of here.
Fuck.
I think we got off on the wrong foot.
I just want my money.
What money?
You know, the hundred bucks preventing me and my boy here
from fucking you up.
You know what?
We'll catch up later.
Let's go, Neil.
All right. So, does anybody use AT&T for their self-service?
Okay. And does anybody know what that means?
Adrian.
American Telephone and Telegraph.
- My dad works there. - Very good.
AT&T was actually founded in 1885
by Alexander Graham Bell.
AT&T was broken up into smaller...
Hey, what's going on over there?
Keep your fucking hands off me.
All right guys, listen,
we're gonna continue this tomorrow.
Please read chapter seven.
And remember, quiz on Friday.
Bobby.
Yo, Bobby.
Thank you, Mark.
Remember what you said, man.
They're just douchebags.
I'm fed up with these assholes.
Why the fuck can't they just leave me alone?
I'm dealing with enough shit already.
You want to know what always makes me happy?
What?
Food. I mean, look at me.
Do I not look like one happy son of a bitch?
Come on, I'll go buy you some food.
What?
How happy can you possibly get?
Jimmy, I think that girl is checking you out.
What girl?
That's Adrian.
She's in our economics class.
Seems nice.
Little dark and spooky, but nice.
Christ, here comes Miles again.
God, he's like a fucking Kardashian,
he won't go away.
Hey, Slim.
Ladies.
I was wondering if I'd get that hundred bucks you owe me.
I don't owe you anything.
Yeah, one way or another
you're gonna give it to me.
I'm not giving you anything.
What the fuck did you just say?
What the fuck are you looking at?
Yo, man, why don't you just leave the kid alone?
Won't you just mind your own fucking business?
I just don't want anyone to get hurt.
Listen, you are the one who's gonna get hurt
if you don't shut your fucking mouth.
Me?
Oh, no, not me, man.
It's you, trailer park,
that I'm worried about.
Oh, where are my manners?
How rude. Meet my cousin, Little John.
You know, like in Robin Hood.
Only he was a big ass white boy,
and my cousin's a big-ass nigga.
You know,
for a loser, you sure got a lot of friends.
Do you wanna be my bodyguard?
You couldn't afford me.
Little mozzarella-looking motherfucker.
Yo, Slim.
I need the money you owe me.
Hey, man, where is your big gorilla friend now?
Hey, you fat fuck, I am talking to you.
I said I need my money.
I don't owe you anything.
You must wanna get fucked up, don't you?
I want my money.
I don't have your money.
You don't have my money or you won't give me my money?
Both.
You hear that?
That boy over here is trying to back out of our arrangement.
Oh, don't kill him, Miles.
What the hell is going on out here?
Why don't you mind your own fucking business,
you old nigger?
What the fuck did you say,
you little punk-ass motherfucker?
- You okay kid? - Yes, sir.
What the hell was that all about?
A hundred bucks.
Let me take a look at that.
Why don't you come inside
and let me take a look at that cut.
No, it's okay. I have to head home.
You're bleeding pretty bad, and I have
quite a bit of experience with this kind of thing.
- What's your name? - Jimmy.
Well, look, Jimmy, why don't you come on in
and let me see if we can get you patched up, okay?
Okay.
Have a seat right here, son.
It seems to me you could use a new set of friends.
- They are not my friends. - Yeah.
Yes, I guess you're right about that.
Is that you?
Yeah, that's me,
the original Action Jackson.
Clarence Jackson, that's my name.
My friends still call me Action.
You know, I don't get much anymore.
All righty.
Here we go.
Now.
Yeah, it may pinch.
Okay, Jimmy, that should hold you
till you can get to a real doctor.
- Hello? - What up? What's up?
You coming over?
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