understand this...
and I haven't got the time.
Show's over.
Hey, dickhead.
Tell us where
our mother is.
Um... Whispering Pines.
It's an artists' colony
200 miles north of Santa Fe.
If you're lying to me,
I'll be back.
Come on.
My life just got
flushed down the toilet.
No, Vincent. Your life
is just about to begin.
I'm genetic garbage.
We're twins.
We're basically the same.
Julius, I know this is
a touchy subject for you...
but we don't look the same,
we don't act the same...
- we don't talk the same,
we don't dress the same.
- I know.
So if we're so much the same,
how come we're so different ?
We had six fathers.
We're different parts of
a lot of different people.
Yeah ?
Don't forget. I was taken
to a beautiful island.
I was loved. I was
protected, educated.
You had nobody, Vincent.
Nobody to love you,
to trust you, to encourage you.
All life taught you was
that the only person you...
could count on was yourself.
You see, Vincent...
you're the missing part
of my life.
And I'm the missing part
of your life.
When we find Mama...
we can fill the
missing part of hers.
We won't be alone any more.
We can be a family.
A family ?
Yes.
You mean, like,
with a Christmas tree...
and Thanksgiving dinner ?
And a real home...
where you'll
always be welcome.
Always ?
Even when you've been bad.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, ooh.
Yes, um-mm. Oh, look.
- Is this really necessary ?
- Yes, of course it's necessary.
I'm not going to introduce
you to my mother looking
like a goat herder from Albania.
You need clothes.
- But I feel fine the way I am.
- But you look like a--
- Hello, can I help you ?
- Do I look like I need help ?
Here's the problem.
We gotta do a whole ensemble.
-Do I look okay ?
-You look better. Let's put it that way.
You know what
we have to do, Jules ?
We gotta work on the way
you're walking.
You look a little stiff.
You ever see "Frankenstein" ?
- I read the book.
- That's not gonna help.
When you walk, you gotta walk
like you're moving to music...
and I don't mean
a military march.
Like, you know, Aretha Franklin
and Otis Redding...
and Wilson Pickett,
a couple of white people.
- Like this ?
- Yeah. Bop ! That's it.
- Yeah, loose !
- Oh, I like that.
I got something for you.
Try these on.
- Sunglasses ?
- Yeah, here you go.
Now, that's it.
There. Yeah !
That's it. Yeah !
- Whoops !
- Whoa !
- Do I look cool now ?
- Mr Ice.
Yeah, just breeze
on through. Yeah !
[ Vincent ]
¶ Tonight ¶
¶ Tonight's the night ¶
¶ It's gonna be
a good night, bro ¶
¶ And everything's gonna
happen, bro ¶
¶ And you take her
in your arms ¶
¶ And you plant a good
one on her... ho ¶
¶ Tonight's the night ¶
¶ Tonight, tonight, tonight ¶
¶ Tonight is
your night, bro ¶
¶ Tonight is
your night, bro ¶
¶ Tonight is
your night, bro ¶
Yeah, it's your night, bro !
¶ Oh yeah, bro
You're gonna do it ¶
¶ You're gonna cut it ¶
You're making me nervous !
- Well, you're nervous.
- You've got to help me.
- What ?
- I've never been out on a date before.
- That's okay.
- I don't know what to do.
Well, you talk to her.
You buy her a couple of drinks.
¶ You dance
with her, bro ¶
¶ You gonna dance with ¶¶
You dance ?
- Oh, you probably never
did that before, either.
- No.
Oh, well, look.
All right.
The first thing is,
Jules...
forget about disco.
- Right ? No disco.
- No disco.
When I really wanna
romance a girl...
I waltz with her.
¶ Rah-tah-tah
Rah-tah-tah ¶
- You mean, like Strauss ?
- Yeah.
It turns 'em into
putty in your hands.
¶ Rump-bump-bum
Diddilly-ump-bump ¶
¶ Rump-bump-bum, Rump-bump-bum
Rump-bump-bum ¶
Come on, let's assume
the dance position.
I'll give you
a couple of pointers.
- I really appreciate that.
- Come on. Let's go.
I hope nobody's
looking in the window.
Come on, like this.
Here you go.
Put your feet by my feet.
Come on. Let's go.
By my feet...
not on my feet.
Thanks