The Girls at the Back (2022) s01e06 Episode Script

Episode 6

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A NETFLIX SERIES
Why do we always wait
to buy gifts to the last minute?
What I don't get
is why we even have to buy gifts.
I mean, we've only been gone six days.
- Because it's a tradition.
- It's true.
You can quit whining.
Olga's just being stingy again.
ROVI SUPPOSITORY
FAVE DE FUCA LAXATIVE
I'm missing the pepper spray.
It's only online and in gun stores.
And the Satisfyer that we said we'd share.
And I've added some laxatives
and Rovi suppositories.
Let's go.
Nothing would make me happier.
- There you go.
- Sure.
Okay.
- Let's go.
- No, no. I'm serious.
Let's go. Now.
You and me. What is it?
- What's that face, huh?
- My love.
- We can't talk about this.
- I don't want to.
I want us to leave,
and that's it.
It's very simple.
But we can't.
- You can't.
- But I can.
- I want to.
- Okay.
After. 'Kay?
When you're done with
what you have to do, hmm?
No.
Come on.
Look at this one.
Get her this. It's only ten bucks.
It's gorgeous, honey.
It's perfect for my living room.
Mama
What's wrong, Carol?
Can I stay with you for a few days?
A few days? When?
- When I'm out.
- Of the hospital?
No, hon, no. I don't think so.
I'll stay here with you guys.
I'm more than happy to do it.
Yeah, but I'd rather stay with you.
No, Carol. You should stay at home,
where you're relaxed.
It's just that, with you, I am relaxed.
I'm so glad to have you home.
ONE-EURO SHELF
Girl, the one-euro shelf?
Come on. Get her something decent.
She's taking care of your cats.
But look here. It says, "Conil."
It's total shit.
Here, Paquita. Thanks so much
for taking care of the cats.
Not at all, sweetie.
And thanks so much for this gift.
- You really didn't have to.
- Oh, it's only a little something.
That hair really suits you, Olga.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Thanks.
- Um, Paquita
- Yeah, sweetie?
I'm starting my rounds tomorrow.
- Easy.
- And
- Don't you worry, okay?
- Mm-hmm.
I'll hang onto the keys.
Thanks so much.
Wouldn't you rather I kept 'em?
I made you a garlic sandwich.
ONE-EURO SHELF
- Aren't you gonna say something?
- Well, I already said thank you.
And you were totally pumped about it.
It even has a thermometer.
I mean, it's ugly.
Plus, you know
how much I like my refrigerator magnets.
- You still collect crap like that?
- Yes, I really still collect that crap.
They fall when you open the door.
So I bend down
and put them back on. So what?
What else do I have to do?
- You don't have much to do.
- No, I don't have much to do.
Would you like to have more to do?
Not necessarily. I've already done
more than my fair share in life.
Well, let's forget it.
- What do you need?
- No, nothing.
Okay, nothing.
Would you mind possibly staying
with dad while I do chemo?
He won't be that bad.
He probably won't recognize you.
I'm missing the pepper spray,
which they only sell online
and in gun stores,
and the Satisfyer,
that we said we'd share.
And I've added some laxatives
and Rovi suppositories.
When I told you, we were really high.
Well, I'd say
we're still kind of high.
Let's go.
Yeah. 'Kay.
- Let's go.
- No.
We should go for real.
Right now. You and me.
Well, first, we've got
some stuff to figure out, right?
- And now you regret it?
- No, I don't.
Not for a second.
This isn't about Mario and Daniela.
They're really important in this, but
All that matters is you.
And that you're healing.
I don't want to talk to you,
but I need to tell you a few things.
I know it's ridiculous,
sending you a voice message
at this point in our lives,
especially 'cause I'm drunk,
but it's all I can do.
I'm gonna tell you what I've done,
but only so you'll understand
what I haven't done the last 15 years.
And I bet you'll say
Who's stopping you? Do what you want.
And then I'll start questioning
whether I'm the one with the problem
and get insecure.
Then you'll get offended,
and I'll feel stupid
and end up saying I'm sorry,
making myself feel even smaller.
And so, I'm not gonna call you
to avoid that.
Who cares?
I'm already feeling that way.
And I know I'm gonna end up
deleting this voice message
and I won't send it to you
because I'm a big coward
and I won't have the guts to do it.
I've been angry all day
and not answering your calls.
But I know you'll win in the end.
Because your voice that's
in my head will always win.
You're crazy, honey.
You don't know
what you're doing or saying.
You really think
this is what's best for you?
Stop being ridiculous.
And I'll go from being
angry to scared shitless
of the repercussions from all of this.
I won't have the guts. Nothing.
And that's why I'm saying,
I fingered a girl,
and she went down on me,
and it was pretty fucking good.
I got high,
I got a nipple piercing, I shoplifted.
And yesterday, I went
and FaceTimed my first boyfriend,
and things got wild.
We were naked and masturbating.
And now I don't wanna be with you.
I should've written it on that paper.
"Go break up with my husband."
Well, there it is.
Now I said it.
Sorry, babe. Forgive me.
The way I've acted this week,
you don't deserve that.
Actually, not just this week.
This has been going on for a while.
But don't worry.
It's understandable, and that's it.
- How are you? Having fun?
- Uh, yeah. A lot.
We went paragliding this morning,
and well, now we're jumping bonfires.
- Paragliding and fire-jumping. Cool.
- Yeah.
Yeah, it's been really great.
Go on, spit it out.
Spit what out?
What you've said
without saying it. Come on.
How long have things been bad?
Since we decided to try the ROPA?
Before, after? I don't see
No matter how many times
this week I've replayed it in my head,
I just don't get it.
I don't know.
Does it really matter?
Yes, it matters. Course it matters.
If we're breaking up, it matters.
Break up with you?
You wanna break up. That's why you called.
Say it, Alma.
Come on.
That's all I'm askin' for.
I think I deserve that.
I think it's everything.
A bit from before.
A bit since we decided to do it.
But mainly, it was after.
But after wasn't just because of that.
I imagine.
I'm so sorry, Rebe.
Me too.
Don't do it.
- Do what?
- What you were doing. Don't you dare.
- Singing?
- You weren't singing.
You were crying and talking.
"I'm Crying for You"?
It's the playlist you made
when I gave birth.
When I'm feeling kind of down,
I put it on.
And you're feeling kinda down now?
Well, yeah, I'm feeling kinda down.
Being this high.
But I got really dizzy, and I'm
- Go! Go!
- Yeah, go on.
- Again!
- Again, again, again!
C'mon. Go, go!
Do it! Do it!
Hey!
I don't like goodbyes.
I hate them so much
I was gonna hook up with another guy,
just so I could have a clean exit
and we wouldn't have to say goodbye.
And then suddenly, I felt sad.
Not for you, but for me.
For not giving
this story the ending it deserves.
But I I don't know how to.
Well, maybe you don't want it to end.
You know,
I'm in love with fried garlic.
I flip for it.
And during lockdown
and all these weeks
of being stuck in the house,
I completely indulged in fried garlic.
And the peak moment was when I made myself
a fried garlic sandwich.
With just the fried garlic.
It doesn't just stick with you for hours.
It sticks with you for days.
Like, it's bad.
I had garlic seeping out of my skin.
But I don't know.
Locked there with my cats,
you see I've never felt freer in my life.
What an original way
of telling someone to fuck off.
Oh God.
Ah. Well, that's it. That's it.
That's it. I have my life here.
You have your life there.
Obviously, there's things
I don't get that you can't tell me.
In the end,
time and space just aren't on our side.
It is what it is.
Mm.
I want a nice memory of it.
You've been so great with all of us
during a really shitty time, and
and I wanna live up to that.
The silence this morning
when we were eating French toast.
- Yeah?
- That's a nice memory.
Yeah, it is.
We were saying our goodbyes
in that silence.
And that's where it ended.
- That means this isn't happening now.
- It's not happening.
You're living your life.
And you're living yours.
If I think of you, believe it, I smile.
Me as well.
- Yeah?
- Yeah. I mean it.
Unfinished business
that you don't need to settle
because it's done.
Because it ended
the way it was supposed to.
Having French toast together in silence.
That's right.
Can I have a hug?
- A fried garlic sandwich?
- It's so good. I swear.
Why are you here now? I didn't call you.
Should I leave?
I don't like having you in my head.
It drives me insane.
I just don't like having
these imaginary conversations with you.
I always end up pissed off.
Because if I had imaginary conversations
with you to make me feel better,
well then, hey, fuckin' bring it.
But instead, ugh, I get so damn mad!
Maybe you should look up schizophrenia
on Wikipedia.
What crap are you up to today?
Telling the truth,
which I got no problem doing.
Not with other people, but with yourself
Okay, let's not start
with the cheap psychology.
Okay, okay. I'll stop.
- Maybe you should call your dad.
- Weren't you gonna stop that? Call Dad?
Yes, your father.
'Cause he's the only one you mm
But I
- Stop.
- Hmm.
Whatever I say,
he'll forget it the next day.
Yeah, but it's not
about your dad forgetting.
It's more about you not forgetting.
Which self-help book
did you pluck that from?
Oh, I thought that'd make you feel better.
Well, you know, what would make me
feel better is you coming back.
Your dad's got a lot of money saved.
- You could hire someone.
- It's not about taking care of him.
This is more about
what it's about.
Go on, say it. Say it, say it.
Go on. If you don't say it, I will.
It's the same damn thing.
"It's about taking care of me."
Taking care of you?
I mean, for you.
I'm saying what you actually need.
To take care of you.
Come on.
Just what I wanted, to take care of you.
No! I don't exist!
I'm being you.
I'm expressing what you need
in the first person.
But not in my first person.
In your first person.
Go take a hike. You're driving me nuts.
- Finally.
- Finally, what?
Finally we're having an imaginary exchange
that makes you feel better.
Until you fire one
of your poison darts at me.
Nah, I won't do that.
- Sure you will.
- If I do, it's because you make me.
Well, listen, I'm telling you,
no more poison darts my way, 'kay?
- Okay.
- Good.
You're really fat, sweetie.
You've let yourself go.
And stop drinking. It's not normal.
Take care of yourself.
Hold it. I didn't say that. You did, okay?
I think you look beautiful.
Are you gonna kill yourself?
Don't kill yourself, okay?
I mean, if you want to try, go ahead.
But you're gonna fail,
like with everything else.
'Cause with all that fat
and bloating, you'll float.
Now, that's a compliment.
And you complain that I don't
say nice things to you.
Jesus.
Christ, that reeks.
- It slipped out.
- Ugh, that's fucking putrid.
Why do we always wait
to buy gifts to the last minute?
What I don't get
is why we even have to buy gifts.
- It's tradition.
- True.
Olga's just being stingy again.
- This is cute, right?
- Again, it's not.
Look here. Get her this.
- It says "Cádiz" on it.
- But it's expensive.
Uh, it's five euros.
- Okay, fine.
- I mean, this looks nice.
ONE-EURO SHELF
You find anything?
Got it handled.
What the hell is this?
Another paper? Who put that there?
We're done with all the papers.
- Did you write it?
- Yeah, I'm dying to do another.
Don't open it.
Who knows what bullshit's on there.
I'm sure it's a goddamn joke.
Or we could open it and read it.
- Nothing more.
- No.
Then you'll have to do it.
Mm. Well, how about we risk it?
Ooh, excitement right to the very end.
This is crazy.
Why are we so nervous?
- Are we nervous?
- Yeah, we're nervous.
- Fuck it. Give it here. Okay.
- Let's see.
Let's see.
"This too shall pass"?
- "This too shall pass"?
- With one of those ellipses.
THIS TOO SHALL PASS
This too shall pass.
What the hell is this, guys?
- Shh, stop talking. Look.
- I know.
Once upon a time,
there was a queen in her kingdom
who called on her wisest subjects
and said
I've ordered a lovely diamond ring
to be made.
I want it to contain a few words
that could help me during difficult times.
A message to turn to
in moments of despair.
It needs to be short so that it
can fit under the diamond on my ring.
Everyone who heard the queen's wishes
were the greatest scholars and wise men.
Coming up with a message
of two or three words to choose.
Not an easy feat.
We thought very hard and pored over
our philosophy books for many, many hours.
But we couldn't find anything
that met the queen's wishes.
The queen then sought out
a very dear old maid
who had looked after her
when her mother passed away.
Okay. I'm done.
- No way, Leo!
- Get off me.
- I'll pass.
- No! No!
- No. Come on, Leo.
- I'm not a wise man or a scholar.
But I know the message.
In that moment,
the old lady wrote the message
on a tiny slip of paper,
folded it, and gave it to the queen.
But don't read it.
Keep it safe inside your ring.
Only open it when you can't find your way
out of a situation.
That moment came soon enough.
The country was invaded.
Her kingdom came under threat.
She was alone, fleeing on horseback
to save her life
as her enemies chased after her.
She reached a dead end.
I couldn't go back
because the enemy was blocking the path.
That was
when she remembered the ring.
And the paper. She looked.
And there, she found a short
but incredibly valuable message
for that moment.
It simply read
"This too shall pass."
At that moment, she realized
that she was shrouded in silence.
The enemies that had been after her
must've gotten lost in the woods.
The queen felt deeply grateful
towards the maid.
Those words had turned out
to be miraculous.
After they won,
the city held a huge celebration.
There was music and dancing.
And the queen felt so proud of herself.
Dear Queen, the time has come
for you to read
the ring's message once again.
What do you mean?
This is a joyous occasion.
People are celebrating my return.
We defeated the enemy.
Listen, listen.
This message isn't only meant
for desperate situations.
It's not only meant
for when you feel defeated.
It's also meant
for when you're feeling triumphant.
"This too shall pass."
And once again, she felt
that same peace, that same silence,
amid the crowds
that were celebrating and dancing.
But her pride
and her ego had disappeared.
The queen was finally able
to understand the message.
The bad was as fleeting as the good.
Remember
that everything passes.
No event, no emotion is permanent.
Like day and night.
There are moments of happiness
and moments of sadness.
Accept them as part
of the duality of nature.
This too shall pass!
Bravo!
Okay now. Let's take stock of the trip.
All right?
What do you think's changed
during the trip?
Our hair.
Mm nothing.
Everything.
Uh, I'm not sure yet.
Do you have any regrets?
- No.
- Don't know yet?
Maybe some.
My hair.
Is there anything you have left to do?
It all.
I can't do any more than this.
Waiting for my hair to grow back.
Uh, do it all again?
And what did you like the most?
Our attitude.
The bond we have.
The warm beer.
You.
What's wrong? Where are you going?
- Carol?
- I can't drive.
- Why not?
- What do you mean, you can't drive?
- I thought about crashing into a truck.
- Crashing?
- Yeah, me crashing.
- You mean "us crashing."
Okay, yeah. Us crashing.
- Do you wanna kill us?
- No.
- I mean, yeah. Kinda. It's just
- Excuse me?
No, I just thought, "If I do this,
if I swerve a little, then it'll be done."
"Show's over. Done.
Finished. Problem solved."
- That's when I panicked.
- Uh-huh.
- Now my head's feeling dizzy.
- Okay, relax.
It's gotta be all the stress.
- Yeah, it's happened to me 1,000 times.
- Mm.
But my therapist says
there's a big difference
between thinking something and acting.
- Obviously.
- Yeah. I didn't think it.
I saw myself doing it.
The truck was calling me.
"Uh, truck callin' Carol."
Okay. Go on.
Yeah, definitely.
What a mother truckin' great idea.
- Hold it. I'm being serious.
- We know.
- Hit it. Yeah.
- Go on, bash us into something.
- Go on, right into the windmills.
- They're not windmills. They're giants!
- Don't push me!
- Come on! Let's go! Let's do this!
- Go!
- Fuck everything. Go on! Go for it!
Step on it!
You guys are such idiots!
You're such idiots!
It was calling, she says.
Jeez.
I just feel really weird.
It's like everything we did
was a thousand years ago.
- Mm.
- Everything's an absolute blur now.
I feel exactly the same,
and I don't know why. I don't get it.
I had so much energy.
I saw it all so clearly, and now
Yeah. Going home is scary.
It's just that I don't know
what to do now.
It was easy before.
There was no way
we were getting out of those dares.
- I don't know what the first step is.
- I think you've already taken it.
- Yeah, I think we all have.
- You shouldn't be scared to go.
We gotta go back because,
until we do, this trip won't be over.
And we won't know what's changed
until we go back and face our lives
and reality.
Besides, there'll be
plenty of trucks on the way.
I drink to that.
Hmm. What do we think about these girls?
What are they gonna do?
You guys, this is kind of
a really big deal.
They're so cute together. God, I love it.
We haven't talked
about how serious this is.
No. You can't do this without warning.
There's gotta be an agreement.
Yeah, a lot's at stake.
The group could fall apart.
So, what? They gotta ask for permission?
What are you talking about?
- Sorry, but this disrupts the ecosystem.
- Exactly.
This is like two cousins getting together.
I mean, it's, like, almost illegal.
This is more than cousins.
- It's more like sisters.
- Okay, so we're talking incest.
You are so old-fashioned.
Like, old old-fashioned.
Hey, sweeties.
Good morning.
Hey there, hotties.
Can I lay here with you guys?
Yeah, sure.
- Come over here.
- Yeah, come join.
Of course. Go on.
- Touch her ear.
- No, not the ear. Don't touch my ear.
Okay, that's it.
I was kidding.
That's enough. It was just a joke.
What a pain.
Let's not say goodbye.
And there goes the goodbye hater.
- But we're meeting tomorrow at 10:00.
- No, quarter to.
We need to get there a little bit early.
Someone takes a while.
Okay, fine. A quarter to.
No kisses, no nothin', okay?
And no, "Oh my God,
I'm gonna miss you so much."
And please, no crying. I know how you are.
It's gorgeous, honey.
It's perfect for my living room.
- Mama
- What's wrong, Carol?
Mm. I'm so glad to have you home.
Oh, Paquita, thanks so much
for taking care of the cats.
Not at all, sweetie.
And thank you so much for this gift.
You really didn't have to.
Oh, it's just
a little something.
That hair really suits you, Olga.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Thanks.
- Um, Paquita?
- Yeah, sweetie?
- Um
- Hmm?
Could you maybe lend me some garlic?
- Of course, dear.
- Okay, thanks.
You wanna come in?
What do you want?
I don't have the guts to tell you
what just went through my head.
And I don't have the guts to ask you
what went through your head.
I'm missing the pepper spray,
'cause it's only online and in gun stores.
And the Satisfyer,
which we said we'd share.
Let's go.
Nothing would make me happier.
There you go.
Go on. Start the car.
- Let's go.
- No, no, no. I'm being serious.
Right now. You and me. Let's go.
Come on, let's have the conversation
we don't have the guts to have.
What conversation?
The one you have with yourself,
and the one I have with myself.
Which is the same one.
I don't want to. Don't make me do it.
You're the one who has to say it.
I don't have much to lose.
You have everything.
So, come on. I'm just asking you
to say what's on your mind.
And then we'll go and do what you want.
We can't be together.
We can't do this.
And we both know it's true.
If something goes wrong
between us, what'll happen with us?
With all of our friends?
With our families?
I wish we'd have had the courage
to explore this ten years ago.
But now it's just
just no.
It was beautiful.
I'm gonna be in love with you all my life.
I'll always love you.
But it's gotta stop there.
That's the situation life's put us in.
Let's stop it.
It's as simple as that. We can't do it.
We've built a relationship
based on other things.
And going from that to this
leaves the risk of losing it all.
And now can we do what I want?
Whatever you want.
I'm such a coward.
No.
It's not cowardice. It is what it is.
Yes.
It's cowardice.
Daniela?
- Mommy!
- My sweetie!
You're so pretty.
- Well maybe a bit of cowardice.
- Mommy.
Did you miss me or not?
But it's good cowardice.
The kind that protects you.
The kind that helped you have
this amazing life.
- Hi, love.
- Hello, my love.
How are you?
- You look gorgeous.
- Did you guys have some fun together?
Yeah.
- Another time ♪
- Rebe?
This time ♪
Hello, lost souls.
I never told you why I shaved my head.
And I wasn't going to, but
I was waiting for it to end.
But that's not fair to you.
I'm not saying this
for all you listeners but for me.
Because if I share everything,
then why not this?
Why not something that really matters?
Something that could help give visibility
and remove the stigma attached?
Stop, you're here ♪
These ladies here are my best friends.
They called us "the girls at the back."
Our schoolteacher sat all of the class
in alphabetical order,
and we ended up sitting together
in the back row.
And now we're inseparable.
And
Now one of us has cancer.
Holy Just saying it is scary.
You want us to bury the hatchet?
No. I don't want that.
Just for you to help out.
It even has a thermometer.
It's not just scary.
It's embarrassing.
Crazy, right?
Embarrassing.
Better?
Much better.
You deny it.
You try to hide it until you
you tell your friends, cry for a few days,
get drunk for another few days
We decided that all of us
would shave our heads.
And then we went on vacation
right before the first round of chemo.
And we did things
we never thought we'd do.
But of course
then you go back to reality.
And reality is reality.
Things move at a different pace.
They don't change so easily.
Either because you can't,
or because you don't want them to.
But it's okay. It's not a failure.
I guess it's all part of the process.
Do you remember
my little backpack?
I swear, doing this
gives me so much anxiety.
But it's time to stay here.
That need of mine to run away,
to always have to be ready to up and leave
hasn't gotten me anywhere,
and it's separated me from what I love.
During the trip, we didn't allow ourselves
to talk about cancer.
But not to ignore it, which,
let me tell you, is impossible,
but to be able to face it.
To be its friend.
Because we're gonna have to live
with it for a while, and
well, it's best not to piss it off,
you know?
Because the
the real journey
starts now.
Just like the beach.
GENERAL UNIVERSITY HOSPITAL
- Exactly the same.
- So, shall we say who wrote what paper?
Well, is it okay to say?
I mean, we're in front of the hospital,
and in 15 minutes
Let's hear it.
- 'Kay. Who's up?
- Okay.
I'll start, since small talk bores me.
"Hook up with a chick."
- What?
- Excuse me?
- As if you've never done that before.
- And now me.
"Do drugs together."
But you've tried everything.
Yeah.
Obviously.
- Commit a crime.
- Carol! Come on. You're such a thief!
- But, you guys, uh What?
- Um
"Take care of
unfinished business."
Mm, coming from the pope.
And you?
Me? Whatever's left, by default.
What do you think?
"To tell the truth."
The one who's always saying the truth.
Well, I was getting bored
of this shitty little game,
and I wanted to fuck with you guys.
Or maybe you did it to help out.
What do you mean?
Well, you wrote it thinking
more about us than yourself.
Is that what you guys did?
Remember the day I came out to you?
What were we, 17? It was so hard for me.
Well, actually, you were
the last person I told
because I was sure you'd laugh at me
and be cracking jokes about me for weeks.
Well, that is what I did.
Yeah, but one day,
when that inner demon
that makes you want to destroy had gone,
well, you said, "Actually, now,
considering what assholes guys are
and my shitty luck with dating,
I wouldn't mind trying
it with a girl someday."
Well, I must've been fucked up.
That's true. You were drunk.
And one day, you told me,
"Getting high scares the shit out of me."
"I'm afraid of not being myself,
or worse, starting to be myself."
And then you said,
"If someday I decide to get high,
I'd only do it with us all together."
Mm-hmm. But then I must've been
really buzzing, huh? 'Cause I
Hey, and do you remember
that day in Benetton?
When I stole some pants and hid them
under the ones I was wearing?
And you said,
"Damn. Wish I could do that."
Yeah, I wish I could put on two pairs
of pants without them tearing.
- Not steal them.
- Oh, Leo.
And taking care of unfinished business,
you don't need me to explain, do you?
The tattoo?
Who wrote the tattoo one, the last one?
Which one of you wrote it?
Okay, assholes. You're unbelievable.
Jesus. No fair. You plotted against me.
- You're the worst.
- No, we didn't plot anything.
We each wrote what we wanted
without sharing it at all.
But thinking of you.
For you.
For you.
Well, there was no point in concocting
this stupid bullshit strategy.
'Cause look at me.
Nothing has changed. I'm the same.
I'm still the same fat girl
who's pissed off at the world.
And now I'm bald.
Even though I knew
that was gonna happen anyway. Ugh.
Okay. I really want to tell you something.
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay.
Something you don't deserve,
just so we're clear.
And that's that I'm glad
it was me who got cancer.
Because all of you have your lives.
And for me, you guys are my only life.
Oh God.
I'd just die if it had been one of you.
Anyway
honestly, I'm so relieved to be
the selfless one in this little group.
So, I hope that we have filled the quota
for this fucking disease, okay?
And that's it. I
I actually had the best time on this trip.
And I wanna be on vacation
with you guys all the time.
And doing the crappy little paper games
and shit.
But hey, I had a blast.
Fuck I gotta go now.
But, listen, I I love you so much.
You're a bunch of bald,
idiot motherfuckers, so you know. Okay?
But I love you.
And I hope when I get out,
the beers will still be cold,
- Okay? Please.
- Of course.
They certainly will.
Okay.
I'm really scared.
- We're not really here.
- What's that supposed to mean?
We're not really here.
- We're still over there.
- On the beach.
Strolling.
Arm in arm.
Having a laugh.
- Clowning around.
- As usual.
We're gonna stay there.
- Together.
- Forever.
In my mind, I'm midair as we speak.
I'm loving it.
I'm flying solo!
No one'll clip my wings.
Not anyone! I mean
I'm flying high right now. Whoo! Whoo-hoo!
God!
Whoo!
Whoo! I'm flying!
Whoo!
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