Bully

I want you to suck my big dick.

Woman: Marty honey, dinner.

I want you to lick my balls.

Girl: His cock?

His cock was beautiful.

And he ate me out for an hour.

Lisa, you know,

it's all about attitude. If you want it, you can get it.

You just got to get your fuckin' ass on the beach.

- Work for it. - Lisa: Whatever.

Excuse me, sandwich boy?

Aren't you supposed to wear gloves,

'cause I don't know where those hands have been.

Fuckin' pigs, man!

- My name's Marty, what's yours? - Just give me the sub, asshole.

Ask the bitches to meet us, fuckhole! We'll party.

We're going surfing, at 3:00.

If you want to meet us at North Beach.

Maybe we'll think about it.

Great, babe, you can be my date.

My friend here will take that one.

Hey, fuck you, man.

- Those guys were fine. - He was making fun of me.

No shit. He was just being an asshole. Guys are like that.

But the other one, the shorter one...

- The cute one. - Yeah, Marty.

He acted like he wanted to meet you.

- Meet you, you mean. - No, his buddy's got dibs on me.

His buddy's the boss.

I've never been around such a hunk.

Oh!

- Cute butt. - Yeah.

He's sweet. The other one's an asshole.

Boy: You wanna go to a party?

Sure.

- You're a pretty hot surfer. - Thanks.

You could go pro.

What planet are you living on?

Earth, fucker!

Compared to you, he's fuckin' Kobe Bryant.

- Marty: What do you guys want? - Go get a bottle of tequila.

Can you give me some money? I only got six bucks.

What was that, boy?

Was it "Yes sir, boss. I'll buy that booze for you now?"

What I thought, bitch!

You're an asshole.

Baby, you know what I like.

Boy: Come on up here. I'm starting to dig you a little bit.

Damn, baby.

- Welcome to the party, bitch! - Girl: Fuck!

Marty: Take your pants off.

Come on, baby.

Marty: You're fuckin' beautiful.

Marty: Back up.

Yeah.

Woman: Good morning.

- I got a new boyfriend, Ma. - A new what?

- A new boyfriend. - A boyfriend?

Mother: What kind?

A hunk.

Really?

Yeah, you're gonna meet him.

I hear your cute friend gives good phone.

Marty's the best. He'll make you come in two minutes.

- Can I call him? - No, he'll call you.

He lives with his parents, you know.

Okay look, right now...

$100 if he gets on stage and dances.

I hope you know you're getting up there.

No way, man. No way.

Come on. A hundred bucks is a hundred bucks.

I can make the money somewhere else.

Get the fuck up there right now, it's $100.

Go!

Get up there.

Make 'em proud.

Boy: 160, 180, 200...

Plus what you got, that's 300.

What's the matter, man?

You enjoyed that, back there, didn't you?

Hell no. I ain't queer like those guys.

Bullshit.

Bullshit, I think you like dick.

Ain't got to lie to me, boy. I know you like dick.

Fuck you!

- ( Car honking ) - Look out!

- (tires screeching ) - Man!

You fuck, you fucked up my fuckin' car!

- I'm sorry. - Fuck!

Watch the fuck out! You're gonna make me wreck!

- You stupid fuck! - Oh, fuck!

- You piece of shit! - Motherfucker!

- Fuck this goddamn shit! - (tires screeching )

Marty?

Hey, get in the car.

Fuck you, man.

I'm sorry, man. Let's just go.

Let's go, I'm sorry.

Get your fuckin' hands off me, Bobby.

I'm really sorry.

You're my best friend.

Okay?

Coming inside or what, Lisa?

No, I'm waiting for my new boyfriend.

You met Marty, haven't you, Claudia?

No, I don't think so.

- Is he cute? - He a hunk.

- Aaah! - What the fuck?!

I'm next!

Mother: Lover bug?

Oh, my God.

Can we move?

Man: Haven't we already discussed this?

Can I have a car, then?

Why can't we just move out of this dumb neighborhood?

Man: Marty,

we can't just quit our jobs and leave because our son's having problems.

Fine.

Fuck it!

Maybe we could hang. My cousin gave me some weed.

That's cool.

Marty: First time I ever smoked weed,

it was in the eighth grade,

and I knew a lot of kids who had been doing it...

but I was always afraid to,

'cause I was raised strict Catholic.

I was taught that the worst thing you could do in life,

would be to make your mother cry.

She always told me if she caught me messing with dope it would kill her.

But Bobby... he was always bugging me about it.

It was so fucking important to him.

If he did it, I had to do it.

So one day...

we were at the bus stop, waiting for the bus,

and I smoked some with Bobby.

And he told me the shit was, like, weak.

That I'd barely even feel it.

He must have fuckin' dusted that shit or something, 'cause...

the whole fuckin' world warped around me, man.

I had no idea how to handle it.

The only thing I could think to do was run.

I take off, Bobby's running behind me, laughing like crazy.

I get home and I get in my bed and I pull the covers over my head...

Like bury myself under a pillow. I was so fuckin' scared.

Bobby yanks the covers off of me.

- You know what I did? - No.

You know what I did?

What baby?

I fuckin' pissed all over myself.

Lisa: I love you, Marty.

I love you so much I can't even believe how much I love you.

I would do anything for you.

Claudia: Hi Lisa. What's up?

Girl: Oh, man!

- Whose is it? - It's Marty's.

Shit. Couldn't it be Bobby's? Haven't you fucked them both?

No, it's Marty's.

She says that like she actually knows.

Boy: Watch what he does. Holy shit!

Watch, he's not done. Eat his heart, Derek.

Hey, asshole, I don't know how to eat his heart, nobody does.

Boy: I know who your girlfriend is, your right hand.

- Derek, I need a ride. - Can't you see I'm busy?

I need a ride over to Marty's.

Okay, let's go, cuz.

I need to talk to you.

- Later. I'm busy. - Now!

What?

- Hey dude. What's happening? - Nothing.

Come on in, let me show you what me and Marty are working on.

It's definitely cool.

Come here, man.

Take a look at this.

We picked up this guy from the Copa.

Got him to do all this fucked up shit.

I can't believe you got a guy to do this.

Yeah, it's fuckin' disgusting.

It's nasty, Dude.

- You and Marty did this? - Yeah.

We're gonna sell this to porno shops. They'll pay top dollar for this.

This is gross, dude. I'm gonna wait outside.

You don't like our fuckin' tape?

No, it's gross shit, man. I don't like it at all.

I don't. I'm gonna wait outside.

Okay.

I'm not ready to be no dad, Lisa.

Let go of me, please!

You'll the money and get it fixed.

You fucking hear me, God damn it?

- Huh? Answer me. - Let go of her, asshole!

- We were just messing around. - You're just messing around!

Does this look like messing around, asshole?!

I'm sorry.

Jesus Christ, you call this messing around? Look!

- I said I was fuckin' sorry! - Fuck you!

- Motherfucker! - Fuck you! Get out of here.

- Bring it, motherfucker! - Fuck!

- Motherfucker, bring it! - Bobby: The fuck is with you?

She's fuckin' pregnant, man.

She's fuckin' pregnant!