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: Turn those goddamn lights off, Ali.
: [after Marty bumps Bobby's car into a curb
] Aw you fuck, you fucked up my fuckin car! Fuck! Marty
: [Bobby punches Marty
] Watch the fuck out man! You're gonna make me fuckin wreck! Bobby Kent
: [punching Marty again
] You stupid fuck! Marty
: Aw fuck! Bobby Kent
: Piece of shit! Marty
: Motherfucker! Fuck this, man, shit! Bobby Kent
: [as Marty stops the car and walks out
] Marty? Hey! Get in the car!
: You were his best friend so you're gonna be the number one suspect. Marty
: Dude, that don't make sense, man. I should be, like, the last motherfucker they suspect. Derek Kaufman
: No, you're not a cop. You don't know how these sick bastards think.
: You enjoyed that back there, didn't you? Marty
: No way, man, I ain't queer like those guys. Bobby Kent
: Yeah, bullshit, bullshit, I think you like dick. You don't gotta lie to me, boy, I know you like dick.
: What do you want to do? Lisa
: I've got to ask you something, Marty. Why do you let Bobby treat you the way he does? Marty
: What? Lisa
: Why do you let Bobby treat you like he does, hit you and stuff, and make fun of you? He disses you right to your face in front of everyone. Derek thinks you guys are queer for each other. Marty
: Yeah well, Derek's an asshole. Lisa
: You know what? I love you. Marty
: Shut up. Lisa
: I do. I love you and I care about you and I don't want to see you suffer. I don't want to see Bobby picking on you ever again. Marty
[he chokes up and cries; saliva comes from his mouth
: What? Marty
: It's been like this since we were little fucking kids, Lisa. He's always been like this. Bobby always beats the fuck out of me whenever he wants and there's not a goddamn thing I can do about it. I've begged my fucking parents to move... Lisa
: You could move away yourself! Marty
: I'm not even a fucking high school graduate. Lisa
: Yeah, I know, tell me about it. So there's nothing we can do to stop him ever? Marty
: We could kill him, but that's about it. Lisa
] That's what I was thinking. Marty
: What? What are you talking about? Lisa
: Bobby. Marty
: What about Bobby? Lisa
: What if he was gone? Marty
: What kind of weird shit are you talking about? Lisa
: What if we killed him? Marty
: Are you fucking nuts?
: [on the phone with a customer
] I want you to suck my big dick. Mrs. Puccio
: [from downstairs
] Marty, honey, dinner! Marty
: [into the phone
] I want you to lick my balls.
[talking in the court room
: I don't even know what the fuck I'm doing here, I didn't do shit, I don't know what I'm fucking here for... Marty
: You stabbed him, dude. What the fuck do you want... Oh, you shut the fuck up!
: [about Bobby
] He treats everyone like shit. He's always mean. He's always cruel. He beats you up. Lisa
] He's even too weird for Ali and she's into everything! He's the source of everybody's troubles, Marty. And even still, he's going to finish high school and go to college and probably get rich. Marty
: Yeah, and I'm going to be delivering pizzas to him in Weston. How would we get a gun? Lisa
: My ma has one. Marty
: Shit! That motherfucker! He's fucking dissed me... he's fucking treated me like shit my whole goddamn life! Lisa
: Let's kill him.
[Marty sticks out his tongue and Lisa sucks it as she puts her arms around him
: No shit.