..we wouldn't have had any trouble.
- Really?
I know women,
upside down and backwards...
...which is not a bad way
to know them, huh?
I guess so. Say, what does
that say on your arm?
- "Born to party."
- It's the way I live, babe. Have a cigar.
You ever seen one of these?
Wow.
You know what you and I need?
- A boys' night out.
- Yeah.
- You fool around?
- Yeah, sure.
Good. Keep it under your hat.
I'm gonna get us breakfast.
I hope you like
blueberry pancakes and sausage.
- That's what you're getting.
- Sounds great.
Not the way I fix them.
Get your foot off the gas!
Well, watch the lever. Put your...!
Stop. Pull up, you jerk.
Back up.
What...?
Stop it. Watch where you're going.
Stop. Would you stop? You stupid shit!
I ought to crush
your head with a mallet.
The kid's an animal.
You got the keys?
It's not my truck.
The owner went to get breakfast.
I hear you got a whore in there.
- Who told you that?
- I heard.
- Well you heard wrong.
- Ain't got a whore?
- No.
- Know where to find one?
- Of course not.
- Lf one shows up, you let me know?
Careful. That mother freaking
snap back between...
...your legs and lash your
whacker off something fierce.
Well.
It doesn't look too bad, does it?
I don't think we'll have to tow it away.
Am I right?
You the bastard that mouthed off
to my dad last night?
He smashed my car and
he punched me in the stomach.
Oh, yeah?
How would you like your
nuts nailed to your forehead, huh?
Hey. Leave that wart-head alone.
Come on, we got cesspools to suck.
Okay, Dad.
You're lucky.
I gotta go help my dad now.
But I'll be back.
Hey, Vic. They got your truck.
Looks as good as new.
Not a scratch on it.
Well, where's breakfast?
Not a scratch?
The rear axle's broken.
Well, I'll get it fixed. It's only fair.
- Forget it. Give it a decent burial.
- You don't want your truck?
You don't get it, do you?
I'm moving. Away.
Moving? What do you mean, moving?
You haven't been here 24 hours yet.
- What's wrong?
- I don't know. That swamp.
In the summer, it must be
a swing club for mosquitoes.
The county sprays.
It's no problem.
Those lines,
they're too close to the house.
They cause hair loss,
lumbar ecstimiosis...
...post cortical lesions and impotency.
It's just a myth.
The power company wouldn't
put them up if they were dangerous.
Of course, it's your right to move,
I guess.
But as far as I'm concerned,
I'd honestly like you to stay.
You would?
Well, to tell you the truth...
...I haven't got
any friends around here.
I mean it.
As crazy as last night was...
...even though I hated your guts
through most of it...
...I really had...
...a good time.
Good time.
I can't remember a better time
on any Friday night I've ever had.
Neither can I.
I bet Ramona doesn't wanna move,
does she?
She's not moving.
You can have her. She's all paid for.
This is another joke.
Of course you're gonna take your wife.
She might come in handy.
- Who says she's my wife?
- She's not your wife?
- Whose wife is she?
- I couldn't care less.
If you want her, she's yours.
With my compliments.
Well, I gotta pack.
It's been nice knowing you.
Enid. Open this door.
It's open.
Where's Enid?
What the hell's going on in here?
Why was that door locked before?
Where's my wife?
She's your wife.
Oh, yeah? Well, you know
what Vic just told me?
- What?
- He's moving.
Moving away.
And leaving you here.
He said I could have you.
What do you think about that?
- Sounds exciting.
- I'm serious.
So am I.
For God's sake,
Ramona, cover yourself.
Come on.
- People just don't do this kind of thing.
- But we could.
Don't worry about Enid.
She's not around.
We won't be disturbed.
Come on, before it gets cold.
I can't.
I know. You're worried about Vic.
No, I'm not worried about Vic.
- He's next door packing.
- All right, baby.
- Baby, watch it. All right, sweetheart.
- Oh, boy.
One time.
All right. All right, sweetie.
Pull