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Summer (Texas, 1991)
W.: Is Charles home?
M.: Good morning, Walter. Come on in. ... Yes, he's in his room. Still playing that infernal -- what do you call it? Ninwindow or something?
W.: Nintendo, Mrs. Parker.
M.: Nin-ten-do. Right. Well, he's been up all night playing that thing. Maybe you can tear him away.
W.: Thanks, Mrs. Parker.
C.: Don't walk in front of the TV.
W.: Okay.
C.: Hey, I said --
W.: Shut up. I have important news.
C.: I was on the nineteenth level, at the big boss!.
W.: Remember the moving van by my house last Thursday?
C.: I got the flower of power and everything!
W.: Charles. Do you remember?
C.: God.
W.: Charles.
C.: I wish I was bigger. I'd kick your stomach through your back.
W.: Look. Charles.
C.: ... What.
W.: The moving van, last Thursday.
C.: Look, I found those binoculars fair and square. I ain't giving em back.
W.: Binoculars?
C.: The ones in the moving van.
W.: You stole binoculars from the moving van?
C.: So?
W.: This is great!
C.: Why?
W.: Because. Moving van. Next-door neighbors. Hottie chickies.
C.: Huh?
W.: Hottie chickies.
C.: What are you talking about? Move. I have to start my game over.
W.: Where are the binoculars?
C.: On the bookshelf. Move.
W.: Okay.
C.: Dangit, you lost my saved game, you butthead.
W.: I'm going now.
C.: Fine.
W.: With the binoculars.
C.: Just bring em back.
W.: To look at hottie chickies.
C.: Whatever.
W.: In small bikinis by a swimming pool.
C.: Bikinis?
W.: I think the people who moved in next door are, like, just a lot of girls.
C.: Eww.
W.: Like, you know. Older girls.
C.: Oh!
W.: With great big ta-tas.
C.: Mmmm. Ta-tas. ... Wait, you're stupid. That'd never happen.
W.: Last night while you played video games I watched em for, like, hours.
C.: Nuh-uh.
W.: They were putting suntan lotion on each other and stuff.
C.: Wow. ... Wait, at night?
W.: Well, maybe it was something else. Maybe it was some kind of hot sex cream or something.
C.: Wow. We should try to buy some and offer to put it on them.
W.: Stupid.
C.: Nuh-uh.
W.: Uh-huh.
C.: Nuh-uh.
W.: So anyway. I'm going to look at them.
C.: They're my binoculars and you can't take them.
W.: You stole them from the hottie chickies.
C.: So?
W.: So I'm going to return them.
C.: No!
W.: Dude, listen to me. It's brilliant.
G.: Uh. Hi.
W.: Hi.
C.: Marrumph.
G.: Can I, you know, help you? Or something?
W.: Well, we --
G.: Wait, you're not selling, like, lawn services or something, are you? Cause we take care of it ourselves.
W.: No, I --
G.: But you know -- hey, you guys ever cleaned a pool?
C.: Glogger.
W.: He means yes. Yes! We clean pools. That's what we do.
G.: What're those?
W.: These?
G.: Are those binoculars?
W.: No.
G.: ... Okay. So, like, how much?
W.: Um...
C.: Harulky.
G.: Fifty?
W.: Yeah.
G.: That's really expensive.
W.: I mean, twenty.
G.: How often?
W.: Um. Every day?
G.: (laughs) How about once a week?
C.: Traphlagur.
W.: Okay.
G.: Can you clean it tomorrow? We're having a big pool party with our girlfriends tomorrow night.
C.: Nallwylie!
W.: Yes! Yes.
G.: Okay.
C.: Oh, my God, dude, she was like so hot it hurt to look at her and I just wanted to, like, say, 'Hi, are you single, because I'm single, and I've been looking my whole life for a super-incredible-hot mama like you,' and I just know she would've gone for it, I mean, did you see how she looked at me, I mean...wow, it was just, oh, God, amazing. She wanted me.
W.: ... We still have binoculars.
C.: I just wanted to like reach out my cupped palms and say, 'Put em there, baby!' She would've, too. She was that hot for me.
W.: You realize what that means? First we get to clean a pool for a lot of hottie chickies, then we get to watch them have a pool party with the binoculars.
C.: Maybe they'll get naked.
W.: Maybe.
C.: Wow.
W.: Don't do anything gross while we watch, you know. Like whip it out.
C.: I wouldn't do that.
W.: I wouldn't put it past you.
C.: God, she wanted me. I think -- remember when we hit that baseball into that yard back when that house was empty? I think it's still there. Let's go back and ask if we can get it out of the yard.
W.: I swear, you whip it out and I'm gonna stomp it to death, you perv.
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