A Night in Old Mexico Page #3

Yeah, let's get a

bite to eat first, right?

Your treat!

No one. No one

understands my suffering.

I sing... because I

can no longer be...

Hey, what is this sh*t?

Cut the screeching baby

let's see those cantaloupes...

Hey you! I'm trying to

sing you a nice song here.

I'll show my titties when I'm

ready to show you my titties.

Now shut the f*** up, okay?

Well, if you're going to sing,

we don't want to hear that sh*t.

Why don't you sing the

"Eyes of Texas" or something, huh?

- I don't know the "Eyes of Texas"

- You don't know the "Eyes of Texas"?

- No, I don't know that f***ing song.

- You don't?

No, I don't know

a f***ing word of it.

F***ing gringo.

Well, then show us your tits, then.

F***ing gringos, huh?

You okay?

Listen to me.

I mean it.

This life don't lead no where for you.

Go home.

You know I can't go home.

You know that.

Sure you can.

Go home.

Gone deaf? Cause something is

talking your ear can hear nothing!

How many times I got to

tell you. I can't go home.

I can't do that.

They think I'm a star. They

think I live in a two storey house.

Got a big f***ing refrigerator in it.

They think movie stars and famous

people come to hear me sing every night

and bring me diamond rings

and fur coats and sh*t like that.

Or roses on me.

What the hell. Tell him you

lied to him on the letters.

I'll buy you the bus tickets myself.

Nestor not a f***ing must, not me.

Not like that.

Wasn't that hungry after all, huh?

Hell, no, no, suppose to eat slow, see.

More healthy. Alright?

Am I keeping you from something?

Here give me that thing.

Hey, that's my watch!

Hey well it's my time, by God.

My time ... left of it anyway.

And I don't need you counting

off the goddamn seconds

for me neither, you understand?

- Alright.

- Got it?

Alright, sorry.

Go eat your dinner, I've got time.

Yeah, you got all the time in the world,

you don't do a damn thing with it though.

You don't sing, you don't dance.

Goddamn, take you out

to a fancy whorehouse,

don't even want to

get your horn hogged.

- My horn hogged.

- Yeah, yeah.

Right.

Well, how didn't you know I get my horn

hogged all the time in back in New York.

Oh yeah?

Who buy?

Just finished your

dinner and let's go, okay?

You got your head so far up your ass

you ain't never gonna smell a rose!

Now you listen to me boy, there's a lot more exciting things in this whole life

than just sitting around, sucking

in air and pulling on your peter.

Well, you gotta cut loose and go for it.

I mean go for 'em every

goddamn chance you get.

Cause the chances are running out.

Believe me Gally, I know.

I do, I know.

Yeah I do. I know.

God Almighty.

Look at yonder.

Miguel.

How are you doing?

You got a table for me, please.

My God. But you're pretty.

Yeah!

I mean it. Goddamn you're so pretty.

You're the prettiest little thing I ever saw.

Okay. I heard you, thank you. Now

can you sit down and leave me alone.

- What is your name, anyway?

- Look sorry. It's Patty Wafers.

Patty Wafers?

You sound like a sugar cookie.

Nice.

Patty Wafers, why don't you come on

with me and let's go. What do you say?

- Are you drunk?

- No, I'm not drunk. No ma'am.

- Say buddy.

- Hey, you just sit down and shut up.

Just come on with us.

Let's go. Come on.

Just sit down. Sit down.

Leave this to me.

Where are you going, anyway?

Well, hell doesn't matter. Let's just go.

Come on. Let's go. What do you say?

Christ sakes. Sit down and shut up.

You ain't going no where old man.

- What did you say, buddy?

- I said sit down and shut up.

You ain't going no where you old fool!

- Hey Red, come on!

- Hold on, hold on!

I ain't done yet.

I got a few places to go.

You bet, grandpa?

Oh God!

Who's saying I'm done?

Who the hell are you to say I'm done?

Wherever you say I'm done?

Alright goddamn it!

I ain't done yet.

I ain't done.

Here, drinks are on me.

So hurry up.

Drink up, goddamn you!

When you get through drinking, come

on up and you can kiss my ass, alright.

Come on, Patty Wafers,

show them what you got...

You son of a b*tches.

Get off me! Goodbye folks.

I have never, not in my whole

f***ing life seen nothing like you!

- I know it, I know it.

- What's your name, anyway?

Red Bovie, Texas.

Red Bovie, you sound like cow.

- A bull.

- Yeah, I bet you are.

Are you okay?

Was this buckaroo?

Yeah, took you long enough to jump into

the fray though, didn't you buckaroo?

Yeah. Come on.

Get up. Come on.

This here is Gally. Don't worry

he don't get in the way much.

- Hello Gally.

- Hello Patty Wafers.

Have you finished here.

I can escort you to some beer.

What do you say? Come on.

Gally's treat.

- Okay.

- Leave the hat!

Come on, let's go.

Viva Mexico.

Both of you. I want to see

you dancing, both of you.

I'll get some beer here

in the car. Get some beer.

Not to me. He is means some

f***ing something else, huh?

Oh no.

He's alright.

You know I try to take him out of

nursing home every chance I get.

- Tried to keep the old guy cheered up.

- Nursing home. Really?

Doesn't seem that old to me.

Yeah, I know it does. It's hard

to believe he's almost 90.

90, you're shitting me?

Listen, Patty. Really

enjoyed dancing with you.

I enjoyed dancing with you too, Gally.

Thank you.

- It was fun.

- Yeah.

It's been, well a long time

since I danced, did you know?

So when are you going

back to Mexico City?

Mexico City?

I saw your sign. Exclusive

engagement direct from Mexico City.

Oh... I just made that sh*t up.

I've never been to Mexico City.

I thought it would make

me sound like a star.

But this is as far

as I would have gone.

What happened?

Men. They got bitter

eyes and they got ears.

They would rather see

these tits than hear me sing.

- You too, huh?

- I'm sorry, I wasn't ...

It's okay, I don't care.

I'm used to it.

Everybody has seen these titties...

Yeah, I take my clothes

off, then sing a little.

This is how tour business works here.

You must really like to sing.

More than anything

in the whole f***ing world.

Do you know what my momma

told me, when I left home?

She said whatever I was looking for

was somewhere out there

in the world looking for me too.

Oh! $50,000, $ 55,...

Oh Jesus Christ...

55... 60... 75... 80...

Well it is about time, mister. It is...

85... 95...

You might as well be singing

to a rock at Bordeaux Stick Messi.

- Bombs away.

- Gracias amelie...

- Where are we going?

- More dance. Let's go. Come on.

I hope you like it here.

It's my treat.

I thought you were broke. Where

are you getting all this money?

Don't worry about it. I always keep

a little spare change in my boots.

- Spare change?

- Yeah.

Okay, quiet.

Everybody quiet.

Let's try to teach these little

birds to sing us a song, okay?

Songbirds, alright.

Now everybody be quiet.

Come on, give him a

little shaking, muchacho.

Now sing it up bird, sing for me.

Patty Wafers...

Come on now. Just have her English...

Come on, singing...

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