We're the Millers

Rose: You’re not a neighbor. You’re a drug dealer whose apartment smells like cheese and feet. David: Mm. Yeah, it’s a candle I got from Anthropologie. Cheesy Feet. That’s what they call it. It’s a bestseller. Kenny: Hey, David. David: Hi, Kenny. Kenny: I heard you and Mrs. O’Reilly fighting. David: It’s called flirting, Kenny. You’ll learn about it in college. What are you doing up? It’s almost 2. Where’s your Mom? Kenny: Uh, she went for a drink. With a friend. David: When? Kenny: Last week. Uh, so I got the whole place to myself. Yeah. Rolling Han Solo for the weekend. David: Mm-hm. Kenny: Um, speaking of rolling, I was wondering if… David: I don’t sell to kids, Kenny. Kenny: I’m 18, I’m gonna get my own place soon. Not a kid, David. David: Yeah, you are, take care. Casey: Give me my fucking phone! You guys are such assholes! Street thug: Hey, baby. Kenny: Leave her alone. Street thug: Oh, I’m sorry, baby. Kenny: Unhand her. Hey, leave her alone. (grunts) David: Goddamn it, Kenny. (

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