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INT. KRAZY-8'S HOUSE - MORNING Brand-new giant screen TV. Otherwise, this place looks like a cross between a frat house and a crack house. KRAZY-8, a young, hard-looking Mexican, sits on a sofa dotted with cigarette burns. He's playing NBA basketball on his PS2.
The front door stands open reinforced steel, is shut. wanders up onto the porch, DUPREE
-- but the screen door, all Visible through it, Dupree cups his eyes and peers in.
heavy
Yo, Kraze I
How you doin', my man?
Krazy-8 glances over flatly, returns his attention to his video game. Dupree twists the doorknob. Locked. DUPREE Can I come in? A beat or two as Krazy-8 keeps playing. Finally, he reaches over, grabs a garage door clicker. He BUZZES Dupree in. Dupree bops into the living room, all smiles. He's acting like he and this guy are tight -- which they are not. Dupree takes a seat, watches the video game. DUPREE I got this game. The Laker Girls all have titties like pine cones. Yo, I'll show you a trick move. You hit the x-button simultaneous with the KRAZY-8 -- Shut your mouth and show me your money. DUPREE I ain't buying, ese. I'm selling. Dupree tosses a tiny BAGGIE on the coffee table. It's a "tina" one-sixteenth of an ounce of meth. One hit. DUPREE
Tell me that ain't the finest scante you ever laid eyes on.
Krazy-8 glances at the baggie, keeps playing. Glances at it again. Pauses his game and picks it up. Studies it closely.
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