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1m16s
She didn't say that. Come on. She didn't say the second part, the first... She's got an older brother. She could have asked him. She looked me in the eyes and said: "Seth, Mom is making a pubie salad. I need some Seth's Own dressing." She's D.T.F. She's down to fuck, man. P in vagi. She wants to fuck, man. Tonight is the night that fucking is an actual possibility. You sound like an idiot. You're not gonna sleep with her. No. Dude, I know I talk a lot of shit, okay? But she's gonna be at the party and she's gonna be drunk. She likes me at least a little. At the very least, I'll make out with her. Two weeks, handjob. Month, blowjob. Whatever. And then I make her my girlfriend. And I've got, like, two solid months of sex. By the time college rolls around... ...l'll be like the Iron Chef of pounding vag. Can we talk about this later? What the fuck, Evan? We're down two points. Fucking calm down, Greg. It's soccer. - It's soccer. - Fuck you, man. Hey, Greg, why don't you go piss your pants again? - That was eight years ago, asshole. - People don't forget. Do you wanna hear the best part? Becca. You do the same thing with her. When you guys are shitfaced, you get with her. This is our last party as high school people. I've ignored my hatred for Becca in coming up with this plan. I'm flexing nuts. Just fucking come with me on this voyage... ...and stop being a pussy for once... ...and we can fucking fuck some girls already.
Superbad
55.6s
Why would she end her high school career with me? Becca dated Eric Rosecrantz for like two years. Yeah, but he's a fucking idiot. You're a step up from that dick-load. That's why you need to stop... Will you get this? That's why you need to stop being a pussy and nail her. You could bang her before you leave. And I'm not gonna dance around it, she looks like a good fucker. I'm tired of you talking about her like that, man. What, you can talk about her all day and if I say one thing, it's blasphemy? Well, I don't constantly insult her. I'm not trying to insult her. I'm just saying that she looks like a good fucker, okay? She looks like she can take a dick. Some women pride themselves on their dick-taking abilities. Dick-taking abilities? You think that's good to say about someone? The fucked-up thing is, I actually do, okay? If a woman tried to compliment me on my dick-giving abilities, I'd be psyched. Hey, yo, Seth. What? Did you hear I'm having a big grad party next Saturday? - No. - Yeah.
Superbad
46.8s
- Are you okay? - No, man. I should have wore the vest. - Calm down. - What the fuck are you doing? What if I go in and they turn me down, man? Then we're in the same place we're in now. - Who cares? - It's fucking humiliating! Everybody sees them kicking me out. What if they make me put the liquor back? I can't do that. This whole thing is bigger than you, Fogell! So grow a pair of nuts and fucking walk in there and buy the alcohol! What if I don't feel like it anymore, Seth? What? Then I'll fucking kill you, okay? I'll stab you through your fucking heart. No, you can do this, man. Come on. Killing me won't get you alcohol. I'm the one with the fake ID. Then I'll cut your dumb fucking face off... ...throw it over mine and get your ID and buy it my fucking self! Oh, really? You don't have the technology or the steady hands... ...to pull off a procedure like that, so ha! Peace.
Superbad
20.7s
- Your legs lifted off the ground. - That is bona fide badass, man. You gotta keep that tape, McLovin. It is badass. - It really is. - Really? Well, don't you guys, like, need it for, like, evidence or...? The only thing that's evidence of is you can take a hit like a champ. Seriously. Take that. Are there any ladies we'd like to show this tape to?
Superbad
23.2s
I can't believe Becca's bottle broke. - I'm sure it'll be fine. - Yeah. I thought you didn't need it. You were gonna tell her how you feel. Good luck getting Jules drunk enough to have sex with you. - What's wrong with you guys? - Nothing. You two femmes can talk about it next year at your little slumber party. Oh, you told him. - Told me what? - Yeah. You're an idiot, Fogell. - Well, we gotta tell him now. - No, we... Well, he knows something's up.
Superbad