little talk.
- About what?
- Us. You know, me.
Now?
Okay, great.
Well, um, I did a little thinking too!
No, actually! I did
quite a bit of thinking!
- And I decided that you're breaking me.
- What?
Broke. Bankrupt. Chapter 11.
What are you talking about?
This. I'm dry.
Hey, I can't keep up
with you. I'm not a bank.
- They love it.
- Would you stop it, please?
- This isn't digniFied.
- DigniFied?
Yeah.
For one month you draped all
over me like a cheap fucking suit!
- Now I'm not digniFied?
- This is not necessary.
Would you show some maturity?
Like your precious Bobby?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Well, if I was as mature as him,
I probably wouldn't
have called you either.
I'm tired of you comparing me to
Bobby, and, in fact, I'm tired of you.
Period!
Whoo!
Poor Cindy. It's awful the
way Ronnie annihilated her.
I know. I mean, I don't know
what she ever saw in him.
- He's such a... such a heartbreaker.
- Yeah. That's it.
The Ronster, man. You're
one badass dude. Hey, listen.
You don't mind if I try
to get tired of Cindy
now that you're Finished with her, do you?
- No.
- Loved it, baby.
All right.
That was a great act this morning.
That slap was so real. We
are talking Oscar nomination.
Mmm. Yeah, well...
We gave 'em a good show.
The audience loved it.
Oh, what an excellent four weeks.
Your friends really took
to me, all because of you.
Ronnie, it was like a Job.
I mean, you bailed me, and
I pretended to like you.
- And I was only honoring our rental
contract. - Yeah, well, it worked.
Geez. Popularity sure beats being treated
like a social leper. Let me tell ya.
Popularity isn't perfect.
I mean, it almost feels
like a Job sometimes.
Do you remember that
suede outFit that I wore?
- Yeah. - Yeah, well, that was
me trying to impress people.
I have to work at it.
So does everybody else.
Cindy?
It's to keep your poetry in.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Ronald, whatever happens with
the popularity thing, you know...
stay yourself.
Don't change to please them.
Me change? Tsk. Never.
That's right. I'm here! Ha, ha!
Feelin' good. Hey, babies. How
ya doin', man? Good to see ya...
- Oh, Ronnie!
- Oh, ladies, you look beautiful.
That's all right. Mom, Dad,
send money, please. I'm broke.
Hey, man, good to see ya.
Good to see ya. Good to see ya.
- All I'm asking for is one date.
- No!
Oh, ladies, you're lookin' Fine this A. M.
Thanks, Ronnie. Lookin'
rather tasty yourself.
- Ooh.
- I love your hair.
It's so... so saturated.
- It's nothin' maJor, just a little mousse.
- Yeah, 42 gallons.
- You're taking me to Scoops Saturday
night. - Saturday night?
- Yeah. - Yeah, I believe I
have that evening liberated.
- Wonderful.
- I hope so.
Ronnie, this is gonna be tougher than
I thought. I'm gonna need your advice.
- Barbara, I was gonna ask him out!
- Relax, Pats.
- It's only October.
- Yeah, right!
Wait for me!
How about some tunes?
- Your dad sell aluminum siding? - No,
he's the president of Tic Tac Tiles. Why?
This car sort of reminds
me of my granddad's.
Hmm.
So how come you asked me out?
You went out with Cindy.
She is Cindy Mancini.
You can't argue with that logic.
Come on, Cathy. Let's
take it back to my place.
Hey, look, there's Ronald
in his dad's Chrysler.
Good evening, gentlemen.
I... I love station wagons.
You may like it, but once
the Cools see that car...
- they're gonna remember who he is.
- Yeah!
This is an interesting mode of
transport. Sort of, uh, antiquated, like.
Yeah, I call it my, um, undercover car.
Oh, you snake. Don't be shifty
with the boys. This car's perfect.
Complete with plush blanket.
That's strategy, my man. All right.
- What'd ya say?
- This ain't just a car, man.
This is an unleaded love machine.
Yeah, unleaded.
Bet you could make some, uh,
sweet sweat back there, huh, Barb?
Hey, no complaints outta me.
Yeah, those Jocks sure have
great taste in cars, huh?
- Shut up, Lester.