Chubby Chuck, a chili-barb, two orders of French fries and... - Cherry Coke. - And two Cherry Cokes. What? Right. Cool. Hey, Deb. How's my soft baby? Come on. Beat it, Vic. I'm not your baby. Come on, honey. So I never called you back. I been, you know, busy. Yeah, three weeks? Besides, it only took me one night to realize... if brains were dynamite, you couldn't blow your nose. Look who's talking. Who's the wimp you're hangin' out with now? Einstein? Tiger happens to be very intelligent, unlike you. I know everything your dirty little mind is thinking. It shows. Hey, now, buddy, look. The lady obviously doesn't want... Look, creep. You want a knuckle sandwich? No, thanks. I'm waitin' for a double Chubby Chuck. Then keep your smart-ass mouth shut. I'll call you sometime, Deb. - Some night when I'm hard up. - I won't be home. Get out of here. You seem to know a lot of weird guys. That creep's not a friend of mine. He's just... horny. That's why I like you. You're different. L... I am? I mean, you really think I'm intelligent? Yeah. And I bet you're smart enough to get us some brew. Brew? Oh, liquor. Yeah, this place is too crowded anyway. What about your hamburgers and Cokes, sir? Will you speed up? You're gonna lose her. Cut around him. Just hang a right at the corner. Lost her again. - Who is she? - I don't know. But I'm gonna find out. I know who she is. Well, come on, Bob. Come on! Who is she? Come on! You know Mr. Beeman? He owns Hepcat Jewelers? That's his wife. Get outta here. That's ridiculous. That girl is young and beautiful. - And married. - And she was cruising Tenth Street. You gotta be thinkin' of someone else. Did you know that my ex is going to become a presidential aide? It's a secret, so don't tell anybody, but his greatest ambition... is to shake hands with President Kennedy. How do you suppose you're gonna do that, wishy-washy, at J.C.? Maybe I've grown up. Maybe I changed my mind. - Doubt it. - Maybe you don't think you can do it. - Maybe you oughta shut up. - Maybe I ought to, but I won't. Maybe you oughta come into the aft chamber... where we can discuss this in private. Thanks a lot. Come on, Wendy. Move over. I'm not sitting on your lap. - To the opera, James. - Drop dead. Unless you want to go to Gallo Dam and have a little orgy. You wish! I could pick up some margarine. We could roll around in it for a while. - I've been silly. - Yeah? I'm really glad you're gonna stay. We might even have a class together. - Maybe. - Look. There's Kip Pullman. He's so neat. Say somethin' to him when we go by. - What do you want me to say? - Anything. I just wanna meet him. Hey, Kip, buddy. What's up? Hey, Henderson, long time no see. What you been doin'? Nothin'. I just wanted to tell you Bobbie here is madly in love with you... and trembles at the sight of your rippling biceps. - Out of my car, you... - Wait a second! I hate you! Get out of my car! Temper, temper! Here it is: One ten-cent Coke with ice. And don't take all day drinkin' it. Please. Rats! I thought some of my friends might be here. Probably a couple of weeks past their bedtime. There's Dee Dee. I hope she sees me. Oh, shit. Dee Dee. Hiya, John. - What do you say, Al? - Not much. You think if I brought my Mopar by the shop on Monday... you could spot-weld the bumper bracket? Sure, anything. Just come by before noon, all right? - You met Linda? - No, no. Hi, Linda. This is my cousin, Carol. I'm baby-sittin'. - Baby-sitting! - Jesus! Watch it, will ya? Been hittin' me all night. Kids will be kids, you know. Goddamn it! Why don't you grow up, for Christ's sake? We don't get along too well, you know? - Been like this all... - You spastic creep. Hi, cousin. How's your bod? Wolfman Top 40 is Box 1300, Chula Vista. Wolfman sweatshirts is Wolf Enterprises, Bakersfield. -
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