matilda scene 5

Party Rock is in the house tonight. Everybody, have a good time. Have a good tweaking time. I took every bone in my body not to make me continue. Yeah, we don't want you to lose your mind. We just want to see you shoot that. Do-do-do-do-do-do! Okay. It started after he start- Oh yeah, that is right. Some of it may be wrong, I'm just saying that. No, but I also do this thing where when I'm reading while I'm talking, my brain's like, What if we skipped some words? Yard! Yard! It started after he started raving about the abduction. He's been picking at his arm. I'm not sure, the left one, I think. That morning, I came down to make coffee, and I saw him sitting on the couch, staring into space. He was sitting there, scratching, scratching, nearly peeled all the skin off his arms. Nothing too out of the ordinary for him. He's a junkie. They pick and scratch and shit. I've just never seen it quite that bad. If I were you, I wouldn't take a lick of what he says seriously. The meth. I like it. The one thing is, I think, being a little hyper-specific, I think that, um, almost a little more like, if I were you... Oh, like the cautionary mother. Cautionary mother. And then the meth is going to be very much like... Like, drop it a little bit, almost. The meth. I don't know how to... Like, you're a little bit sad. Yeah. To, like, say... But, like... Yeah. Methiodic. Methiodic. It started after he started raving about the abduction. He's been picking at his arm. I'm not sure. The left one, I think. That morning I came down to make coffee, and I saw him sitting on the couch, staring into space. He was sitting there, scratching, scratching, nearly peeled all the skin off of his arms. Nothing too out of the ordinary for him. He's a junkie. They pick and scratch and shit. I've just never seen it quite that bad. If I were you, I wouldn't take a lick of what he says seriously. The meth. Like that. Yeah. One more time. That's a lot. The meth. One more time. What the fuck? Okay. You creep. Okay. You fucking bitch! Fuck! You're so unprofessional, it's making me giggle. Stop it! We'll start it up. You can do it! Yeah. It started after he started raving about the abduction. He's been picking at his arm. I'm not sure. The left one, I think. That morning I came down to make coffee, and I saw him sitting on the couch, staring into space. He was sitting there, scratching, scratching, nearly peeled all the skin off of his arms. Nothing out of the ordinary for him. He's a junkie. They pick and scratch and shit. I've just never seen it quite that bad. If I were you, I wouldn't take a lick of what he says seriously. The meth. Perfecto. Yeah. Yeah.