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Jamie:
Do you wanna come up?
Ken:
No. It's not you - you're beautiful. It's late. I'm also making the assumption that the ladies at work havewarned you against me. They probably say that I'm a bit of a... I got a history with the women, and I think that it'd be better for us both if you got to know me better. You know, the real me. You know, how old are you? Twenty-four? Twenty-five?
Jamie:
I'm twenty-three.
Ken:
Bloody hell. I mean, I'm thirty-one-years-old. You know what that means? It means I can't be running around fucking all these girls. I mean, half the time I don't even speak to them ever again. That's rude is what it is. It's immature. It's embarrassing, it's fucking embarrassing. There comes a point when you want all of this to be about more than just getting off. Do you know what I mean? So I'm gonna go. I'm gonna go, and, uh, I'm gonna ask you if I can call you later in the week. I'll tell you what I'm gonna do for you. I'm gonna walk you up to your door.
Kris:
[First lines] Don't be a fag.
Matt:
I won't. Fuck off.
Kris:
No pussying out.
Matt:
I'm not! Will you just...
Kris:
All right. Come on.
Matt:
OK.
Kris:
OK?
Matt:
Yes!
Kris:
You're not moving.
Matt:
Well, neither are you.
Kris:
Jesus Christ, man...
Matt:
I'm fucking - I'm closer to you than you are to me.
Kris:
How the fuck does that work?
Matt:
Because, you know, I'm doing some moving. You're not doing anything.
Kris:
You're an idiot.
Matt:
You're an idiot!
Kris:
Shut up. Don't be a pussy.
Matt:
I got it.
[they kiss]
Matt:
OK.
Kris:
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