Here's what it's like. First you feel a hand going down your pants... and tighten around the elastic waistband. Highlight. - Sometimes I'd actually see stars. - It's not going to get better. - Sometimes I'd actually see stars. - It's not going to get better. If I was particularly unlucky, my shorts would rip completely free and I'd get this really drastic... Do you hear me? Yeah. I don't really care about a graphic description of a childhood prank. That prank was a motif in my life. You know, I'm locked in this store here... because I didn't have the guts to steal a skirt... so I could get arrested and embarrass my father... in this stupid, desperate, childish, pathetic attempt to leave home. You have your underwear yanked up your ass. I have my entire life yanked up my ass! You were speaking figuratively. I was speaking literally. And you're happy. You're happy. I'm not happy. I'm working nights. Everybody thinks I'm a liar. My whole family's laughing at me. Reverend Harwell gave me the finger last week. At least you have some control over your life. - So do you. - My father controls my life. You're over 18. You can tell him to drop dead. - So can you. - I don't want to. I like living at home. - No, you don't. - Am I a garden snail? An involuntary muscle in a janitor suit? I know what I want to do. What could you possibly like... about living at home at your age? The meals are great. I mean, there's cable. The accommodations are excellent, five-star. What do you care if I'm living at home or not? Hey, I didn't come here to irritate you. Well, you're beginning to. Great. That's really great. I gotta stop saying those kinds of things. Those freakin' kids! I knew I couldn't trust 'em. Town liar. That's a nice rep. I bet it was Gregory, that little weasel. Top secret, and they still shoot off their mouths! If I'd really been a French spy, those little tots would've gotten me killed! Piano wire wrapped around my neck. My testicles shoved down my throat. A piece of dynamite stuck up my ass! She's so beautiful. And I'm the town liar. # Sha-la-la-la-la La-la-la # # Sha-la-la-la-la La-la-la # # Sha-la-la-la-la La-la-la # # Sha-la-la-la-la La-la-la # # Shiny boat through the open doorway # # Fell in love on a summer day # # You're only young once but that's all right # # Because it's just so good to be alive # # Take away your troubles Take them out the door # # Ohh, nothing on my mind except my new love # # Nothing on my mind except my new love # # Sha-la-la-la-la La-la-la # # Sha-la-la-la-la La-la-la ## [Music Stops] [P.A. System] Jim, there's no reason to lie right now. There's no one to impress. I'm not impressed by a man telling me he likes living at home. Excuse me, I'm not lying, and I'm not trying to impress you. So if you'll excuse me, I have to clean dead flies out of the lighting fixtures. Okay, my error. I apologize. It's just that I can't imagine a man... giving up his independence, his right to mate, to have a family, to build a life for himself, for good cooking. Hold on. I have not given up my right to mate. I have the right to mate... anytime I feel like mating. You go out with someone. You bring her home. You introduce her to... Mom, Dad, Sis, Billy, Wolfie the dog. Cocktails in the rumpus room, and then do it on the bunk bed? Let's analyze that remark. I don't have a dog, my brother's not named Billy, and I don't even have a rumpus room. You know what I mean. Yeah, I know what you mean. Spit on me, make me feel lousy. Jim? You said something that wasn't true. No. No, I said that I can have sex when I want to, and I do. However, I was looking forward... to a nice, quiet evening of janitoring. I don't think you see what I'm getting at. I see what you're getting at. I'm a lying monk with an Oedipus complex and an appetite for home cooking. Don't ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Помутнение на английском - текст Глаза Лауры Марс на английском - текст Иван Васильевич меняет профессию на английском - текст Гадкие лебеди на английском - текст Заклятие долины Змей на английском |