White Terror

Please, just let her go.

You, kid.

Here, please.

Now!

Fucking now!

No!

Shut up!

Put your hands up!

So I reach in my back pocket.

Nothing.

I check my other pocket.

Nothing.

Then it dawns on me.

I left my wallet at home.

And the waiter's coming by every couple of minutes

to pick up the check

and I'm just sitting there drunk out of my mind,

processing this mistake.

He graciously continues to offer me more time to pay

but I only had pocket change for this guy.

So my drunk-ass self somehow comes to the conclusion,

my shirt costs the same as this meal.

So I proceed to start striping,

placing my shirt in the middle of the table.

Oh, that poor waiter.

Always was a complete idiot drunk.

Excuse me?

Cute.

Cute idiot.

All right, all right, all right.

- All right, all right. - Cool, I'll take that, yeah.

O-M-G, my dudes.

Jason texted me.

I told you it was serious.

God.

What?

It's a dick pic.

You know what,

I am so glad to see real romance still exists.

Okay, hold on, hold on.

Last week, I mean, he bought me flowers.

That's pretty romantic, right?

You're right, I remember that.

Yeah, you were like highly allergic to them

and your face-- - Okay!

- Just disgusting. - Okay, yes!

My point exactly, look.

- Oh. - Look!

Oh, that's a bad angle.

You guys are missing the point entirely.

If he's still sending me pictures of his precious cargo

after seeing my face blown into horror shit show.

She's right.

I see marriage in your future.

Yeah.

Wait, shut up!

But yes, me too.

Didn't you guys like meet online?

Yeah, whatever.

Isn't that like how everyone meets these days?

That's a fair point

but I feel like divorce rate's also going up.

It's like a huge percentage

of people get divorced-- - Screw you!

In that online section.

Right?

What?

What, nothing.

Just...

I'm gonna make you my wife one day.

Oh God!

Oh my God!

Oh, this is happening right now!

Okay, I am gonna go back here.

Kara!

I'm fine.

Don't mind me, I'm not even here.

Are you good?

Has he done it yet?

No.

He's not proposing tonight, are you serious?

What the hell?

Okay, no more alcohol for her.

Bring that over here.

You know I wasn't just saying that though, right?

I'm gonna make you my wife.

One day soon.

- You can't do that, I'll take you serious.

- Well good. - I will.

I want you to.

I've never been more serious about anything in my life.

Well you would make me the happiest wife

that ever existed.

So,

I'm just clarifying but

when I ask, it's a yes, right?

Oh my gosh, yes.

Yes?

Yes!

- Woo! - Yes, yes!

It's a yes! - Good.

That's a, you know, pre-ask.

Get all the jitters out.

That is so pathetic.

Really, oh, pathetic?

Yeah.

Who told you to stop?

- Why do I feel like this is the only reason

you keep me around?

She's on to me.

You all are corny as fuck.

Do you think she knows?

- Of course she does, she's ignoring it.

Let her be, calm down, everything is okay.

Do you hear that?

What, Kara?

Yeah, she's humming whatever. - No, no.

Those voices.

They're like whispering.

I don't hear anything.

Nope.

Hey.

We aren't there.

What's going on?

They're watching us.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, what's going on?

What's going on?

Kara!

Kara, help!

You okay?

What's going on, hey.

Baby, look at me, look at me.

Everything's okay, all right?

Oh my God, how can you not hear that?

They're so loud!

Is she hearing things?

No.

Babe, no one else is here, I--

Stop it! Stop it!

Bella!

Bella! Bella!

This isn't where you wanted to be.

Enjoy those moments.

You wanted to be happy.

Is this a dream?

A dream?

A dream, she knows.

Let her think what she wants.

What is it that I know?

Okay, it's just a dream.

It's...

It's just a dream.

Where are you?

Bella.

Bella.

Bella, Bella, Bella.

What?

Bella.

Bella.

Stop!

Bella.

Stop.

Bella.

Bella.

Bella. - Stop!

Bella.

Bella.

Bella.

Bella.

Bella.

Bella.

Bella.

Bella? - Stop!

Bella!

Bella.

Bella

Bella, Bella.

Bella!

Bella!

Bella?

Bella?

Bella, wake up.

Oh my God, all you do is sleep.

Get up.

Finally.

Come on, Frank said I can't open any of my presents

until you get out.

Presents?

My birthday.