Ooh! I cannot talk about it. It's too intense. Come on, Lana. I can't take it. [Panting] [Moans] [Brandors Voice] Are you okay? [Lana's Voice] Yeah. - Are you okay? - Yeah. - What? - I mean... I don't know. You're so handsome. And then we took off our clothes and went swimmir. Don't be scared, Brandon. - Did you do it? - What do you think? Whoo! - ##[Rock And Roll] - [Shouting, Cheering] What'd you wish for? I know what he wished for. Yeah, baby! Oh, Mom! Don't talk so gross. I'm being frun. [Sighs] - Happy birthday. - [Brandon] You shouldn't have, really. [Whistles] Keeping me strong, Mom? - Happy birthday, sweetheart. - Thanks, Mom. Sorry, I forgot mine. - [Brandon] It's okay. - I haven't wrapped mine yet. - Hey, grease monkey. - How ya doir? Man, we were doing a job in Omaha. We could've used a lookout, right, John? [Mom Chuckling] John Lotter. I know your mother, and I know she taught you how to knock. We could've been lying around here naked, fror all you know, baby. - Where's Lana? - She's in her room. Come on, get a beer. It's Brandors birthday. Sit with us. [Door Opens] Hey, gorgeous. - [Door Closes] - Walk right in, why don't ya? - Can't you see I'm busy fxing my hair? - Your hair's beautiful. - I love your hair. - [Sighs] - I got this for you up in Omaha. - Cool. Tom and I went up to, uh, Lincoln for a couple of days. Stealing cars? Came by the factory before we left, and you werert there. So? Nice. [Grunts] Nice. - Don't get upset. I just wanna talk. - About what? About you and Brandon. I'm just looking out for you. What are you talking about? He's your friend too. [Sighs] - I miss you. I do. - Stop it, John. - You give me the creeps. You're like a stalker. - Fuck you. - No, no. Fuck you. - John, I'm sorry. I just need some privacy right now. [Sighs] Yeah. You know, I just want to protect you. I know. No one's ever protected me like you. What do you see in him? I mean, I know he's nice and everything, but he's kind of a wuss. I know he's no big he-man like you. There's just something about him. Oh, yeah. "There's just something about him. - I don't know." - Stop makir fun of me! [Sighs] Lana, honey, are you fuckir him? - Goddamn it! It's none of your fucking business. - You are. You are. - [Door Opens] - Excuse me. Did I interrupt something? Lana, you okay? Don't even think about it, John. Mmm. ## [Tom] John, let's hit the road. [John] No. It's Brandors birthday. [Sighs] She's beautiful, isn't she? Oh, man. I've known her since she was... like this high. I could tell you stories about her. You know what kind of stories? She told me about you guys. And I can't think of a better guy to give Lana to than you. So, happy birthday! Thanks, John. Just one thing you gotta remember, little man. This is my house. Come on, turn up the music! [Coughs] Turn up the music! - I quit. - Quit what? My evil job. I've just been thinkir and thinkir, "What am I doir here?" Then it came to me. I'll go to Memphis with you. - Memphis? - I've got it all figured out. You're right. - I'll make money singing karaoke. - Lana. You'll manage me. If I'm no good, then you'll sing and I'll manage you. It's perfect. Nothing can go wrong if we're together. Lana, um... [Clears Throat] It's more complicated than that. Memphis is far. It's 1,327 miles. Yeah. But, you know, I've been thinkir. We could just start our own trailer park right here in Falls City. [Laughs] What, you don't want to go with me? No! Of course I do. That's the point. I'll marry you right now. [Lana's Mom] Ooh, Lana. You're in trouble again. Actually, that ain't Lana's, it's mine. I'll take care ofr it. I just got my first paycheck. Come on, you go sit down. - Okay. - I'll bring your breakfast right over to you. [Brandors Voice] The thing about the trailer park... is we'll have picnic tables, people ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Дом дураков на английском - текст Хорнблауэр: Экзамен на лейтенанта на английском - текст Стюарт Литтл на английском - текст Триумф Нердов на английском - текст Тихий Дон на английском |