What did you say?
l didn't say anything.
Right. Sorry.
-Somebody call an ambulance.
-lt won't do any good.
l looked away for one second.
Then l heard a thump. What happened?
Oh, my God.
Professor Jones.
l just saw him.
He can't die.
Clear.
No good. Flatline.
Hit it again.
Clear.
-What do you think?
-l think it's no good. l think he's gone.
Watch out for lster Gay.
Jonesy, don't try to lift that stuff.
-Just go up to the cabin. l'll get that.
-Here, here, look. Big jacket.
-Beaver, l'm going in.
-All right, l'll see you in a second.
Watch the beer.
-Got blown last night.
-Good for you.
-First time?
-Bite my bag.
Met some lady at bingo, went back
to her place, turned into a nice fuckaree.
-As opposed to a fuckarow.
-Obviously.
Though l've had perfectly good fuckarees
turn into fuckarows in a flash.
-Try Viagra.
-Viagra?
l'm practically
at full salute all day.
l'm.... What do you call it?
Privatic?
Prag-- Prasmatic?
Henry will know.
-You're thinking of fourth grade.
-You're having wood problems?
-You haven't tried it, have you?
-Hell, no.
Drop that little blue bomb, you're hard
as a Louisville Slugger for 1 2 hours.
Twelve hours?
l'm talking Yastrzemski.
You don't have to need it to love it.
Bingo? Did you say bingo,
like the game in church basements?
-There's trim there.
-Beaver.
l thought my deal was pathetic.
-You just watch. That's your job.
-l'm fine.
H, you been thinking
about Duddits more than usual?
Remember we were gonna
go see him that weekend?
-l remember.
-Then l got hit.
l gotta tell you something weird.
The night l got hit, l was standing there
and across the street, l saw Duddits.
Just like he was that day
we first saw him back in Derry.
He was calling out for help
and everyone was ignoring him.
Then he looked over at me.
He looked directly at me.
And he motioned for me
to come to him.
You believe l saw him, don't you?
Yes, sir, l do.
Duddits loves me, l know that.
He loves us all.
He would die before
he'd ever hurt us.
So why was he calling me
into the street to get hit?
Maybe there's more to the story
we don't get yet.
-You don't know shit.
-Name it.
l'll name it after we come up
with a small wager.
-50 bucks.
-What's the subject?
ln the movies, when people
wake up together...
...they immediately start kissing
and going at it.
But they never get up first, take a leak
and brush their goddamn teeth.
Which is pretty much necessary
when you wake up.
What's it called when
you got a constant woody?
-You mean priapism.
-See? l'm practically priasmic.
Priapismic.
-Whatever. lt's hard.
-That's what you're betting on?
No, l can name the one movie where
they acknowledge the scuzzy facts of life.
-l'll give you a quarter.
-A quarter from you. 50 bucks from you.
-Promised Land.
-Promised Land? Never heard of it.
Meg Ryan and what's his name?
Reefer Sutherland.
-Kiefer.
-From, l don't know,1 988 or something?
So Meg Ryan wakes up in the morning
and says, ''Where's the cat?''
And he says, ''What cat?'' And she says,
''The cat that shit in my mouth.''
That will be 50 small.
-Bullshit. You made it up.
-Could Beaver make that up?
You can have that priceless piece
of cinematic trivia absolutely free.
l'm filing that in the ''Who-gives-a-shit''
section of my memory warehouse.
-What's the memory warehouse?
-You don't remember?
-l must've forgot.
-You forgot?
-Just remind me. Don't give me shit.
-lt's in his head. We've all got one.
-Hasn't that place been condemned?
-Not yet.
lt's so crowded l have to throw something
out every time l learn something new.
When l got my new laptop l had to
throw out all my files of rock 'n' roll lyrics.
My warehouse was washed away
in a flood about 1 0 years ago.
l didn't know they had enough beer
in Maine for a flood.
Jonesy, if that really
is your name...
-...what do you do with the discarded files?
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