(mellow surf guitar music)
(bowling ball rolls)
♪ You're so complicated ♪
(hammer clanks)
♪ and I've waited for so long ♪
(bowling pins clattering)
- Jesus Christ!
John, what I tell ya
about being careful
with your goddamn drink?
You're spilling it all over.
Unbelievable.
- Take it easy, hon.
- Oh, don't you
go defending him.
He's soft enough because of you.
Two winners, you are.
I swear to god.
(bowling pins clattering)
(thudding footsteps approaching)
(heavy steel thuds and echos)
(exhales)
(light footsteps approaching)
- Hot chocolate, please.
(lightly scratches)
- Coffee.
A little bit of cream.
(lightly scratches)
(light footsteps echoing)
- My dad's dead.
My ma doesn't want me.
I've got no home.
And now, Del's gone.
I'm alone.
(light footsteps approaching)
(bowling pins clattering)
(light footsteps echoing)
- You thirst for
civilization, boy.
But civilization is unnatural,
a whim of circumstance.
(war drums)
we are barbarians.
And barbarianism
must always triumph.
Live deep while you live.
Know the rich juice of red meat,
the stinging of wine
on you're pallet,
the hot embrace of
many women's arms.
We will live.
We will burn with life.
We will slay.
Your quest for civilization,
is a quest for illusion.
Reject it.
(bowling ball thuds)
- Goddamn it, what do you think,
are you gonna try to keep
in the lane there, genius?
I mean, for the love of
god, what are you stupid?
- Don't call him stupid.
He's just a kid.
- Hey, what did I tell you?
What the hell did I say?
You know what, we're leaving.
I'm done with you two and
your endless fuck ups.
Get your shit.
(woman sobs)
Cut your crying
and get your shit.
I don't know why I
bother with you two.
What, and I'm the
fucking bad guy?
- It's okay, sweetie.
- Huh?
Let's get your shoes on.
I'm the fucking bad guy.
(thuds)
(heavy country music)
