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?
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