:12:01
Richie has
a gender identity problem...
:12:04
and a social phobia...
:12:07
- and he's promised the group not
to wear the Walkman in group...
- Thank you, Dr. Clark.
:12:11
- To lay the inventory on.
- Oh, St. Christopher rattles his chains.
:12:15
- St. Michael, sir.
- This is not about you!
:12:18
You're right.
You know what I'm saying?
:12:20
L-l-I'll open
my-my mouth...
:12:25
to talk...
:12:27
b-but nothing h-happens.
:12:31
Except for when l...
when I do drugs.
:12:35
L-I c-can't talk...
:12:38
so that's...
how come I'm here.
:12:44
Th-They say that l-l...
:12:47
That I blush too.
:12:50
Y-You c-can say that again.
:12:52
Fuck you!
:12:54
Fuck! Fuck you!
:12:57
I'll tear your
fuckin' head off!
:13:00
- You fuckin' cocksucker!
- Get up!
:13:02
Get the fuck
off me!
:13:06
- Buck.
- Richie!
:13:08
It's all right.
He'll come back.
:13:11
- What do you think, Dr. Clark?
- Was it something I said?
:13:16
- You are an asshole.
:13:18
- You know, guys, a little humanity.
- Funny. Oh, fuckin' laugh.
:13:22
We're entertaining
the shit out of you, aren't we?
:13:25
Stop being responsible
for everyone.
:13:27
- Why don't you stop
wound-licking, Sondra?
- That's very nice.
:13:34
Buck.
:13:36
I lost my wife
and daughter.
:13:41
And I just can't seem
to get past it. All right?
:13:44
I'm very sorry.
How did they die?
:13:48
They say...
:13:54
l... I can't
talk about it.