House of Wax

You are being such a good boy.

Would you like some more cereal, sweetheart? Here you go.

He's really being a monster again today.

Trudy, goddamn it, help me.

Can't you be more careful?

I'm doing the best I can. He's out of control.

Sit still. Stop it!

Please hold him.

Don't do that. Stop kicking!

Why can't you be more like your brother?

Be quiet!

Shut up!

There's a place in Tribeca for 3000.

That's too expensive. The money I saved up won't cover two months' rent.

I'm gonna have to work every second I'm not in class until graduation.

- Carly, don't even think about not going. - I'm not.

Good. Because you know how proud I am of you.

- It's just an internship. - At "InStyle" magazine.

Or would you rather stay at the Waffle House as a waitress forever?

- No, thanks. - Yeah.

- Hey, babe. - Hi.

Sorry, there were these two drunk rednecks wrestling in the bathroom.

- Really? - There's no rednecks in New York.

No. There's not.

I'm gonna go see what Blake's doing.

He seems to like that car more than me nowadays.

Now that we have a second... And I'm not trying to make this a big deal.

You know I want to have a good time on our road trip this weekend.

But why on earth did your brother have to come with us?

You said your parents weren't gonna post his bail anymore.

They didn't. Blake did. He invited him.

I guess Nick makes him feel more badass, I don't know.

- Blake. - What up, Paige?

Blake.

Fine.

Baby, come back here.

You know it ain't like that.

I was messing with the GPS, and I saw a shortcut.

I think it'll save us an hour.

So we can spend more time...

Okay?

How you doing? Hello.

- What's up, crow man? - Get a job.

That's nice. Yeah.

Here you go.

So, what do you think, guys? Gonna be a sweet game tomorrow, huh?

Yeah.

- Dalton, please don't film me. - What?

- I'm not filming now. - The red light's on.

Put the camera down. She doesn't like having people up in her face.

- She folds under pressure. - You got something to say to me?

No, I think you've already spoken enough for the both of us, don't you?

You guys are lame. I'm out of here. See you.

Dalton, put down that damn camera.

God.

Record crowds are expected for college football's biggest game of the year...

- ... as Louisiana and Florida... - It's gonna be packed tomorrow.

Speaking of packed, my legs are killing me back here, man.

Don't worry, man, it's not Wade's fault his little Hot Wheels car only fits two.

It's more like a "shot wheels" car, isn't it?

What did you do, go to the barber shop and ask for a He-Man haircut?

Shut up, Dalton.

Dude.

You hurt me.

- What the hell is this? - Oh, man.

- This sucks. - So much for his nice little shortcut.

I hope he's not gonna get us lost.

- Yeah, right. - Yeah.

Damn! Yo, yo, wake up. Wake up.

Oh, my God.

Look at her. Look at her!

- You're caught on tape. - Hello!

Oh, my God! What are they doing?

- Is she flossing herself with that thing? - What are you doing?

- Look at his face. - She's calling me.

- He's blushing. - You are so busted.

- Lip balm. I dropped my stupid lip balm. - She dropped her lip balm.

- Yeah. - Yeah, right.

You dropped your lip balm.

- So, what's up? - It's getting late.

- What do you wanna do? - Keep going, we don't even have tickets.

There's gonna be a million scalpers there.

If we keep driving, there's no way I'll stay up for the game.

Why don't we just camp out? We're close enough.

Yeah, let's just pull over here. Come on. We'll wake up early.

- Yeah, all right. - All right, we're pulling over.

All right.

Hey, wax museum.

- You like that kind of stuff, Wade? - Yeah, I don't know. Sometimes.

I guess if you like things pretending to be other things.

Which you obviously do. Right, sis?

- Where are we going, Blake? - I'm just looking for some privacy.

We made it.

Nice.

- You like it, right? - This is great.

Your car sucks, dude.

- Paige, come with me. - Wade, you gotta get a bigger car.

- Well? - I couldn't.

There's no point in freaking him out right now.

As opposed to when you find out you are pregnant?

Carly, I'm not sure, okay?

I think you should have a conversation with him.

He's been looking forward to this game for months.

I don't wanna ruin it by starting a fight.

Paige, he's not gonna marry you. His parents won't let him.

Who says I want to get married? Besides, I've been late before.

When I know for sure, I promise to talk to him, okay?

Let's go.

There are ticks out here.

Yeah, don't help us or nothing.

- Let's set up. - Oh, yeah.

Pass it! Pass it!

You don't wanna... Too slow, too slow!

- Blake. - Come on.

Touchdown!

Nice arm.

I see why they gave you a scholarship.

Yeah, it's a real tragedy, ain't it?

Yeah, it is.

Wade. Help Dalton, okay?

Please?

- Bye, Wade. - Asshole.

You can be a prick to me, that's fine. But he didn't do anything to you.

So you admit that you did something.

I admit, according to you, I did something, sure.

- You dimed me out. - I did not dime you out.

When the sheriffs asked where you got the car, I said I didn't know.

I didn't even know it was stolen. You're blaming that on me?

You could have covered for me, huh?

You get caught stealing, it's my fault.

You're resisting arrest, and it's the cop's fault.

He took a swing at me.

Get kicked off the football team, it's the coach's fault.

Mom and Dad kick you out of the house, it's their fault.

You can't keep a job for two weeks, it's every manager's fault.

I'm surrounded by idiots.

So why did you come? To piss me off?

Don't you get it?

You're the good twin.

I'm the evil one.

Grow up. You are so afraid to take things seriously.

Yeah. As afraid as Wade is of leaving good old Gainesville?

New York City. Well, I hear they got buildings as tall as the sky.

Okay.

Blue 42! Hut! Go, go!

- What's that smell? - That's bad.

- Oh, my God. - Dalton, did you crap your pants again?

No. I don't know. Maybe.

I mean, I'm wearing my work clothes, so...

It's horrible.

- Something's dead out there. - No, something's dead right here.

We need to drink it back to life. Bless me, dog.

Come on, man.

Hi, pretty Carly.

Hey, what's Wade short for, dude?

Who?

- What up, Nick? - Stop.

- You gonna do it tonight? - Screw off.

- Stop. - What? Come on, you know you want it.

Come on, man. You don't gotta spray it at me, dude.

- Look at that. - Keeps messing around.

God, dude.

- Dalton, what did I say? - All right, my bad, my bad. Sorry.

- What? No, it's off... - You're killing me with this thing.

- Give me that... Oh, and the tables turn. - No, no, no. Come on. Don't...

Look how cute you are on camera, though. You look good.

I think we might have to do a little makeover.

- What do you think? - He looks like a Smurf.

So why'd you steal that car anyway? I mean, you didn't need to do that.

Get that rush, huh?

Something like that.

- You're coming out. - I don't know.

If you don't, I will be so mad.

Damn, Paige.

- Look how good you look. - Hey.

He looks like Elton John, but more gay.

- Elton John is gay? - You look hot.

- Yellow is his color. - It's in style.

Why don't you ever make me that pretty, Carly?

- Hi. - Hi.

Give me my camera. Come on, now.

Oh, yeah, that's good. Let me get some of that action.

That's hot.

Don't even think about it. I ain't kissing you, dude.

Come on, you know you want to, dude.

Just kidding. Psyche. I wouldn't kiss your ass for shit.

Yeah?

- Hey, yo, man, you need something? - What does he want?

Hey, can you turn off your lights, please?

Okay, this is getting kind of creepy.

Hey, come on, man, get out of here. Nothing to see here. Let's go.

- Can we help you? - Maybe we're on his property.

- No, we didn't pass a gate. - Hey, man, turn your lights off.

- Hello! - Turn your lights off.

Turn them off, or I'm whupping someone's ass.

It's cool, man.

Nick!

Oh, my...

What?

Yeah!