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Clips from Suburbia

"Most of us don't have homes to go back to."
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"My parents are dopers and the state won't even let me go home."
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"All they do is shove me into foster homes."
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"Let me tell you, that sucks big eggs."
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"What do you do here all day?"
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"Nothing. -Watch TV."
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"Don't you wanna make anything of yourselves?"
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"What's the [...]?"
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"Well, there's families for one thing. Careers? College?"
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"Families... Everyone knows families don't work."
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"College? Most of us couldn't afford lunch in high school."
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"What do you, kids, do for money?"
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"Take bribes off cops."
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"Please, mister policeman, don't make us leave our home."
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"We'll be good from now on. We promise."
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"Yeah. This is the best home most of us ever had."
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"Besides, if we didn't have each other we wouldn't have anything."
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"You gonna have to stay out of trouble."
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"If you don't, somebody's gonna get hurt."
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"Everybody's got guns these days and they are just itching to use them."
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"Do you understand?"
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"Let this be the last time I hear of T.R."
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""Let this be the last time I hear of T.R.""
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"Maybe we should get guns too."
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"I already have a gun."
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"Let's just move some place else. -My old man's a shotgun."
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"Come on. Don't get so worried. Everything will be all right."
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"I know I can get a forty-five, but I have to steal it."
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"Let's go to Frisco!"
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"What a pigsty!"
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"Jesus Ch-rist!"
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"At least they got good taste in women."
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"Sit down!"
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"See that? See it?"
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"What do you want?"
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"We want to let you know we are sick of your shit."
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"This is what you might call a warning."
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"If there's any more trouble from you, creeps, some heads are gonna roll."
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"You dirty whore!"
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"You get the message?"
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"Next time we'll do more than tear up somebody's shirt."
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"Holy fuck."
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"You know what I was thinking?"
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"No, what was you thinking?"
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"Has anybody seen my shirt?"
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"Yeah, you're wearing it."
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"Not this shirt, asshole. My yellow shirt."
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"If somebody took that shirt I'll knock their fucking teeth out."
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"Who will want that shirt. -Don't call me an asshole."
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"Well, where is it then? -What the hell is wrong with you?"
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"Can't find my fucking shirt, can't you hear?"
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"And I can't find my fucking dope."
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"This is not where I had it."
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"I know you. You were probably too twisted to remember where you put it."
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"I remember distinctedly. -Distinctly."
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"Whatever. I had a jar of 25 black triangles in it."
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"Put them in my sleeping bag down by my feet."
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"And now they're gone."
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"All I know is I go to all the trouble putting nails up all over the place"
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"to keep things organized and now I can't find my god damned shirt."
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"My sentiment precisely."
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"Hey! Open this door!"
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"Open this door right now!"
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"Sheila?"
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"What's going on?"
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"You and your stupid dope! That's what I think of your dope."
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"What are you doing?"
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"Man, what did you do that for?"
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"It's crazy!"
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"Sheila's dead."
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"That's what happened to your stupid dope!"
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"What? -Sheila's dead."
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"Go ahead, read it."
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"To my friends. Don't be mad at me for doing this."
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"But I really don't wanna stick around any longer."
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"I'm sorry."
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"I hope all of you have fun with your lives."
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"The time I've lived with you was the best part of my life. Thanks."
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"I love you all, especially Joe."
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"Gone forever, Sheila."
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"P.S.: I hope you don't have to move."
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"Huh, that's funny. "I hope you don't have to move"."
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"Did you hear something out there?"
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"No, Ethan, just sit down and be quiet for a while."
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"So, what are we gonna do?"
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"I think we all should decide."
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"Ain't you supposed to call the police when somebody dies?"
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"Great. And that's just what we need."
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"What about the coroner?"
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"We do that and they'll call the police."
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"Right. And then they'll probably gonna try and blame it on us."
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"Don't you think we should let her parents know?"
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"God damn it, Keef, man, if it wasn't for you"
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"none of this shit would happen in the first place."
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"I always knew something because of it happens."
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"Some friend you are."
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"He's just a choking fucking druggy."
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"Why don't you just leave him alone? -Why don't you shut up?"
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"Keef is our friend too, you don't have to rag on him."
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"Wait a minute."
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"Just take her home."
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"Do what?"
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"Let's just take her home."
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"Yeah. When Sindy Bartholomew o.d.-ed"
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"her friends put her on the front seat of her mother's car."
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"Well, that's pretty crappy. We are not gonna do that."
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"I know where Sheila's parents live. We could just bring her home."
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"Yes?"
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"Are you Sheila's father?"
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"Yes, I am."
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"Well. Sorry to tell you this, but... she killed herself."
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"What is this? A joke?"
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"No, it's not."
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"Please, take her. We didn't know what else to do."
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"We'd like to go to the funeral. If you don't mind."
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"Oh, god..."
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"I'm sorry, but the mother requests that you leave."
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"All of you."
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"Leave? How come?"
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"Please, just do as we ask."
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