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Whoa!

- Did you ever take driver's ed?

- A car is an expression of one's psyche.

I got a f***ed-up psyche.

Don't worry about it.

(Scott) Hop in.

- Where you going?

- Well, I wasn't going anywhere.

Is there anywhere you want to go?

Guess I could go to Baylor

and see my sister.

You got it.

(radio Jingle)

With big news as it's happening

(announcer) Here's a look at

the headlines for Saturday, June 14.

Resident Nixon, meeting on Midway

with Vietnamese president Thieu,

says our boys in southeast Asia

are coming home...

All right! Yeah!

Thank you! Thank you, Lord!

Thank you, Mr Nixon.

That's bullshit.

If we're coming home,

how come I'm going over?

...resistance to US forces

in that country.

I got a brother over there.

I just got a postcard from him.

See?

He says it's not that bad if you...

...if you like the jungle and

don't mind getting shot at.

Knowing him, he's probably taken over

the place, telling everybody what to do.

Including the Vietcong.

(horn)

You know, I read that your chances

of getting killed in Vietnam

are less than your chances

of dying in a car crash.

Just shut up.

Shut the f***ing hell up.

- What?

- Please?

I'm sorry.

- She don't like the way you're driving.

- What?

- You're scaring her.

- You're kidding?

- Yeah. You're driving like a maniac!

- Sh*t. Why didn't you say? You drive.

- (hitchhiker #2) Oh, lordy.

- (girl) Oh, my God.

( "Goin' Up The Country"

by Canned Heat)

I'm going where

the water tastes like wine

We can Jump in the water,

stay drunk all the time

(all) Whoa!

Can you just slow down to, like, a hundred

or something? Ralph, slow down!

Ralph, stop the f***ing car now!

- (Scott) Get out.

- (hitchhiker #1) Let me out.

- (Scott) Get out. I'll drive.

- (hitchhiker #1) Come on.

- (Ralph) What'd I do? What'd I do?

- (hitchhiker #1) You all right?

- Thanks for the ride.

- Good luck over there.

(Beth) There's something

wrong in America.

I don't know what it is,

but I'm scared.

There's something wrong

when everybody's mad at everybody else.

Something's wrong when we don't

understand what our country's doing.

When we were little kids and too young

to understand, John Kennedy said:

"Ask what you can do

for your country. "

And whom are we supposed to ask now?

President Nixon?

(man) Hear, hear.

Does he know? Does he care?

(Scott) No!

Boo!

A few weeks ago down at Barton State,

there was a fight about the war in Vietnam

and this boy fell against me, bleeding.

And now, like Lady Macbeth,

I can't seem to get the blood off.

- Try using Ajax.

- It's not funny!

My neighbour's over there.

He is my friend. I don't want him to die.

My other friends could go,

or my own brother. And for what?

To win? Is that winning, when hundreds

of American boys die week after week?

(baby starts crying)

If I were a boy, I wouldn't want to die for

something that makes people so angry.

Would you?

We already have bombs enough

to destroy every organism on this planet.

Where will we be five years from now?

Or 20 years from now?

We are supposed to be the future.

This is our country. What can we do?

All right, Betho!

What's that?

Lucy in the sky with diamonds.

Take it. It's acid.

- No.

- Come on.

We'll get some high school graduates

and we'll ball 'em.

You only got three months

till you cut off your weenie. Take it.

- No!

- I took it. I took it.

- I can't believe you sometimes.

- Come on. I don't want to trip alone.

(students sing

"My Country, Tis Of Thee")

Great. Some friend you are.

From every mountainside

Let freedom ring

- Are you growing up or something?

- Maybe.

- You did good.

- Thanks. Thanks for coming.

- Excuse me, miss.

- Hey, Coach. How are you?

I just wanted to say goodbye

before you got run out of town.

Probably woke up

some zombies around here.

- What about this kid?

- Very interesting. Congratulations.

Thank you.

Oh, Beth, it was a lovely speech.

You made me cry, you made me think.

And you. You look like a fortune-teller.

- How you doing, Dad?

- How'd your finals go?

Finals. I knew I forgot something.

- I saw you.

- Not working at the pool this summer?

No, we're going on the road.

That's what hippies do.

You gotta live life while

you still got it.

Did you see me?

Yeah.

I'm trading in Alden's car for a van.

We're just gonna groove.

What's your brother

gonna say about that?

He'll probably freak out

and kill someone

cos he won't try to understand.

Same as you.

Oh, this is the happiest day of my life.

Hi, honey. How are you?

What is it I'm supposed to understand?

- Me, Dad. F***ing me.

- You watch your mouth.

Well, Jessie, I guess I'm

just like you now.

- Our babies have left the nest...

- (Ralph through microphone) Ralph Carr,

class of '67.

Five-time varsity letterman,

graduated...

158th in his class of...

161 or something.

Thank you.

My sister Beth

got all the brains in the family, but...

I'm ugly, so it all works out.

(laughs)

- I didn't mean to flunk out.

- He flunked out?

So... boom!

(Coach) Hey, mister.

I wanna talk to you.

(Mrs Carr) What are you doing?

Are you crazy, Ralph?

( "Get Together"

by Chet owers)

- Ralph, what are you doing?

- Come on.

Come on people now,

smile on your brother

Everybody get together,

try to love one another

- No! Don't!

- Ralph! No!

(Beth) Ralph!

Some may come and

some may go

We will surely pass

When the one that

left us here

Returns for us at last

Wait. Ralph.

Come on, Ralph. Can you hear me?

- Ralph! Ralph!

- Did he flunk out?

- I don't know.

- Did you flunk out, Ralph?

- Did you flunk out?

- (Jessie) Everybody quiet down.

(Coach) Everybody outside,

please.

Oh, Ralph. Oh, sweetheart.

- What's going on?

- Is he on something, Scottie?

- LSD.

- (Cliff) You guys are on drugs?

- Is this the first time he's taken it?

- I don't know.

(Jessie) Cliff, stop that.

- Goddammit it, stop it.

- Come on, Cliff.

What... what is it?

- We'd better get him to the hospital.

- No! No!

You're not gonna take

my baby away. No!

- Let him go, Mom.

- (Jessie) Let's go.

No. Ralph!

(Jessie) Cliff, would you

bring Ev, please?

- Well, is he gonna be all right?

- I think so.

What's going on?

Oh.

Goddammit, Cliff.

You owe me a hug.

Oh!

(she sobs)

( "Can't Find My Way Home"

by Blind Faith)

Come down on your own

And leave your body alone

Somebody must change

You are the reason

I've been waiting all these years

Somebody holds the key

Well, I'm near the end

And I Just ain't got the time

And I'm wasted

and I can't find my way home

This is us.

The leaves in the trees.

Most people are mushrooms

or toadstools or worms or something.

But we're leaves, you know, in the sky.

Above all the roots,

the dirt, the dog-doo.

You get it?

You know? Us, leaves.

Like the Beatles...

...Bob Dylan, Rolling Stones,

of course.

Yeah. They are cool cats.

Yeah.

Probably Kurt Vonnegut.

Beckett. Camus.

Camus? Yeah. Yeah.

Definitely a cool cat.

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