Night Has Settled

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Adriana?

Up, up.

Get up.

Wake up.

Get up.

Up, kiddo.

Here, here!

Up!

Cuckoo!

Cuckoo!

Hold on, woman.

Hello, mama.

You see, we are exactly the same.

We even go to the bathroom at the same time.

Okay, close the door, I gotta go.

Wait, wait, wait. Pass me some toilet paper.

Fart face...

here you go.

Reach for it.

Come on.

You can do it.

Reach with your tiny, little lady arms.

You little fucker.

Close the fucking door.

And tell Adriana not to take my brush.

Did you hear me?

Tell Adriana not to take my hairbrush.

I've ordered dozens of brushes,

and she takes mine every single morning.

- This is my toothpaste. - Mom, I'm fucking naked.

Fine, just tell her.

All right, get out, woman.

I'm going back to sleep.

Mom, you took the toothpaste, seriously?

- Have you seen my makeup? - No.

Get out of here.

- Are you kidding me? - Oh!

Aida?

Stop, you're gonna wake up mom.

Oh, your little, precious, poor little mommy.

Can you get off my mirror, please?

- Little mama's boy. - Thank you.

Aida, where's my makeup?

Shut up!

Don't take her brush.

Big whoop, I don't care if that loser's going to be there.

He looks like a tater tot.

Yeah, a short, over-tanned potato head.

Ah, she found it. Thank you.

What?

Yeah, no, I told you I'd meet you at the corner.

No, no, no, no. Adriana, Adriana, Adriana.

No, I need it!

I need it.

Jesus Christ, give me the damn brush.

Fine, I'll give it to you. Just let me finish brushing my hair.

I mean, stop being so ridiculous. It's a fucking hairbrush.

- Just give it to me. - Stop!

Stop, mom, stop!

- Are you serious? - Stop! Stop!

- Let go! - Stop it! Stop!

Oh, ah!

Ah!

I can't believe you'd hit a woman like that, Oliver.

A real man would never do that.

Now she's definitely gonna leave.

Ay, ay.

Hey, watch out!

Watch... I'm a bad man.

Watch out. Watch out.

Come on, bring it, bring it, bring it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Uh!

Good morning. Hello?

Anybody home?

Anybody home?

No, just Ollie.

Nobody home.

- Morning, Mrs. Burns, how are ya? - Good morning.

Hoo, hoo, hoo.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, Ollie.

Ollie?

Lila.

Lila.

Whatever.

Lila.

What's up, Oliver?

Check it out.

Tesoro's been busy.

What do you think?

I like it.

It's pretty sweet, huh?

He was up all night, out tagging trains.

Do you think it's good?

Fuck your imaginary friend.

What the...

Are you want some of this?

- Kick his ass. - Yo mama, yo mama, yo mama.

Don't fuck with Tesoro, man.

- He's not real. - Oh, shit.

Get off me, fat-ass.

Ooh!

How's the poetry going, fag boy?

Your mom seemed to like it.

- Mild. - Whatever.

Shit.

Let's go.

Yo, wait up. I gotta get my notebook, you assholes.

Hold up.

"Odysseus must have feet and hands like this by now.

Hardship can age a person overnight."

- Your mama's... - "With that name..."

Nick, focus!

"At that name, the old retainer buried her face and both hands,

burst into tears, wailed out in grief,

'Oh, my child.'"

Okay, gentlemen...

soon carnage.

I'm late for hoops practice.

Mr. Parsnan will be in here in five minutes.

Behave for once, huh?

Just relax.

Thank you.

He's coming, he's coming.

Christ almighty.

Sit down.

Who did this?

Oh, Jesus Christ, okay.

Who did this?!

Someone's pissed.

You're fucking crazy.

All right, all in.

You are my ants.

Yo, Nick...

want some chips?

Dude, don't make it look obvious.

Dude, close the bag.

- Let's just get a fucking 40 or something. - Hell, yeah.

What's up, you little smacks?

Yo, Val, give me some money, I need a yodel.

- Jesus Christ. - Get off of me, Billy.

Yo, yodel-ay-hee-ho.

Come on, guys, I gotta get me some kill juice.

'Cause this Chinese hook gave me crabs.

Billy, I don't have any money, so...

Mom gave us our allowance yesterday, bro, so come on.

All I want is a yodel-ay-fuckin'-ho.

Bullshit, you banged a hooker.

With my eight-inch bat.

You probably got eight inches, eh?

Eh? You don't believe...

You wanna see it?

Yo, Long, these boys wanna see my dong.

- Billy, don't do it. - Why don't you behave yourself?

Long-Long, I need me some eats, man.

Yeah, I'm sure you do.

That's right, you little Hebrews.

- Not that big, dude. - Come on, give me some...

You don't know how to behave yourself here.

I just want a yodel, man, come on, come on.

Yo, calm the fuck down, duck sauce.

If you don't behave yourself,

- you stay out of my store. - Your brother's a dick.

What a loser.

Son of a bitch.

My only piece of advice for you twerps is start smoking heavily.

Yo, chill out!

Dude, get some smokes.

Hurry up.

- I got this. - Hey, how much for this yodel?

Fifty-five cents.

Cool.

Thanks, Long.

Give these to your faggot brother.

Let's get out of here and light up one of those fuckers.

You kids, behave yourselves.

All right.

Val...

is it true you can suck your own dick?

- No. - Yeah.

But it's not because I have a big dick. It's because I have a flexible back.

- Oh, my God. - Bullshit.

- You really can blow yourself? - I wanna see!

- Yeah! - Dude!

Yeah, I jerk off till I'm about to cum,

and then I stick it in my mouth and I finish.

- Do it, do it, do it. - Gross! No fucking way.

- Come on, do it! - I'm gonna show you.

Was it...

I got fucking skills.

Doesn't this make him gay?

I mean, he swallows cum.

He's gay.

- I don't think so. - You're fucking gay, though.

You're not always at my house. What am I supposed to do?

Oh, mild.

I'm kidding, I'm kidding, I'm kidding.

I see the way you look at me.