.. That is, I had...
these two tickets to
the Angel concert for tonight...
but I lost them,
and I thought maybe...
I might've dropped them
near your cashier stand.
You haven't?
Oh, drats.
I looked through my purse
and everything.
Let me just look again, OK?
Oh, my Cod.
Am I embarrassed.
I don't know
how to tell you this...
but I feel so stupid.
I just found them in my purse.
I already told my date...
he's not my boyfriend,
just my date...
but I already told him
we couldn't go...
and he's gone down
to the beach...
What? Oh, Cod, Creg.
I don't know.
I mean, if you'd like...
but you hardly know whether
you would like me.
No, I'm getting there in a car
with some dear friends...
but I could meet you
in the lobby. Hmm?
The Shrine Auditorium.
About 8:00?
Wonderful.
What are you telling Bobby,
you broke your leg?
Hello, Mrs. Koch?
Hi. It's Deirdre.
Can I talk to Bobby, please?
Huh? He left already?
Wait a minute.
So I went to Elaine's...
and then I saw
Princess Lee Radziwell, right?
And I said,
"Hey, Princess Lee...
"what are you trying to do,
make me sick?"
Right on!
Hey, you fine thing!
You got any tickets
you want to sell?
Want to buy some 'ludes?
Anything you want, baby?
Not from you, slime.
Dykes!
Baby!
Kissy kissy!
- Yes, yes, yes!
- Come on, girls!
- Open that, please.
- Why?
Check your purse.
Pull that down, please.
Come on.
Where you guys been?
First set's already on.
Let's go.
Cood evening.
We're missing Heavy Waters.
Skip says they're dynamite.
I see you got your tickets OK.
Yeah. Thanks.
You don't have to thank me.
My dad gets these tickets
for free, right?
Hi, Scott. How's tricks?
- Who's Skip?
- Asurfer.
What's wrong with that?
Shoot the curl, babe.
Is she OK?
Maybe you better go in
and check out the seats.
I already did.
They're dynamite.
Dynamite.
You got an attitude, you know?
Why don't you
just try and be sweet, OK?
I'm not going in by myself.
- Why not?
- Because you're with me.
- I mean, you're...
- What?
You used to be my girl.
Jeanie, there's your main man!
Here's your guy!
- There's Bobby.
- Where?
OK, Dee, do your stuff.
Oops.
Hi, Deirdre. Am I late?
Who are you?
Who is he?
Bobby, I got to talk to you.
Come on.
I got to talk to you.
Are you sick or something?
Why don't you sit down?
Have you ever known me
to shit you?
Yeah, all the time.
This is the one time
that I'm not going to.
It's Annie.
She's really sick.
She doesn't look sick.
That's because she's not talking
to the blond guy.
I'm going in.
No, look. We tried
to distract her mind...
so we line her up
with this guy...
and she takes
one look at him, right...
she totally freaks.
She thinks
he looks like her dad.
He doesn't look anything
like her dad.
Sure he does.
He's got that whole cop thing
going for him.
She almost pulled
a self-destruct on the spot.
Bullshit!
You know she's always had
this thing for you...
Since when?
Since... since
she was 12 years old.
Don't you remember?
She always thought that
you were all four Beach Boys...
rolled into one pair
of flippers, you know?
You're a lying bitch!
And you're Annie's date.
What about Deirdre?
She's being kind.
Yeah?
She agreed to sit with Creg.
For Annie, huh?
Keep it low.
Do you want a 'lude?
- What's going on?
- Hi.
Where are you sitting?
With Annie. I'm her date.
Fuck you guys, huh?
What's wrong with him?
I don't know.
You get your tickets all right?
Yeah, thanks.
My friends say thanks, too.
All right. How's your mom?
She's OK. I was hoping...
Dad, can I ask you something?
Yeah, of course.
- Found the bass.
- Good. OK.
Oh, Cod.
We all go to Seattle tomorrow.
Three nights
in a football field.
Dad...
I'm sorry. Co on. Ask.
Maybe after the concert, huh?
Come on. We'll go in here.
Oh, Christ.
Here.
Are you that unhappy?
It's not that, Dad.
We want someplace
where we can help each other.
Why won't it wait
until I come