Best Laid Plans
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1:04:01
Jesus, this shitty
little girl.

1:04:04
You work your whole life,
and one goddamn night, you--

1:04:08
write a doctoral thesis
on Middle English, Middle--

1:04:10
[Vomiting]
1:04:14
Middle fucking English!
1:04:16
To get fucked by some
prom queen in training.

1:04:19
I came once!
I can't even remember.

1:04:22
So you don't get tenure.
So what?

1:04:25
Well, fuck tenure.
I'm unhirable.

1:04:27
I can't even
get a janitor's job.

1:04:29
I might as well
do what you do.

1:04:31
It's all I ever wanted
to do, Nick, was teach.

1:04:34
It's all I know
how to do,

1:04:36
and now I can't because
Miss Bitch-City downstairs

1:04:38
won't let me.
1:04:40
I'm so fucked.
1:04:41
We are.
1:04:42
What?
1:04:44
Aiding and abetting,
Bryce.

1:04:45
Kidnapping.
1:04:46
She's bringing that
against me, too?

1:04:48
Us, Bryce! Us.
1:04:50
Wicked fucking
bitch. Bitch!

1:04:55
Here. Come here.
1:04:56
Wait!
1:04:59
You done?
1:05:03
[Flushes Toilet]
1:05:17
Hey...
1:05:19
I screwed it.
I'm sorry.

1:05:21
She's whacked.
1:05:22
I know.
1:05:24
There's no way you could reason
with someone like that.

1:05:27
God, I'd like
to kill the girl.

1:05:38
She showed up at the bar
alone, right?

1:05:41
Yeah, I think.
1:05:42
Didn't seem like
she knew anybody there,

1:05:45
and nobody would remember you
two leaving together, right?

1:05:48
No, the bartender
saw her kiss me.

1:05:50
I mean, why? What
are you suggesting?

1:05:53
Television: Tropico, the time
has come for you to pitch in.

1:05:57
Bryce.
1:05:58
Hey, are you in this?

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