Barfly Page #5

comes and takes you away.

You crazy ass.

How about a refill?

Ooh.

Hey, what're you doin'?

Dressing.

I know, but why?

I just can't stand lying under that

cover of money. I feel so dumb.

Hey, money isn't dumb.

They say it talks, you know.

By the way, cops came by.

- Came by where? Here?

- No, not here.

It was next door 308, two ambulance

guys carried him out.

He've been knifed.

Was he alive?

He must have been,he smoked on his cigarette.

Oh, great.

Henry, I didn't get the job.

That's ok.

We're gonna take that money and

we're gonna go to the bar.

- And we're gonna celebrate. Ok?

- All right.

Hey, Henry!

Yeah?

- Scotch on the rocks.

- Oh, the same and I'm buying for the house.

Look, your credit's no good here.

You've got to have the green.

This can't be true.

Start ? ?, my friends are thirsty.

- ? ? Henry.

- Friday night.

Eddie's gonna jab you tonight. ? ?

It's too late for that.

Eddie would think I was ? running ?.

You care what he thinks? Huh?

Hey, if Eddie whips me, you're goin'

home with him tonight?

One mistake is enough for me.

It's you and me.

But, I'll tell you something.

If I find that one you went to bed with,

I'll rip all her parts of.

Oh, honey it wasn't me.

Hello my friends!

Eddie, you're in too. Pour youself a drink.

Listen, you owe me forty bucks.

Here, keep the change. Pour yourself a drink.

Go buy yourself some bubblegum.

Give everybody a new round. Yeah.

Listen punk, I'm gonna tell you something.

Last time I fought you I had the flu.

What's it gonna be this time, the hayhays?

Now come on, start trotting, boy.

I'll f***ing pour you. I'm making a phone call.

Hey, let me get you a hamburger. Huh?

Aaah. I want a steak. Stuffed with whiskey.

Look Henry. Henry, get some sleep. Fight him

tomorrow after a couple of meals.

Heeey. Hey! I can't back down now.

It's not fair he's pouring those drinks.

He's ready for ya Henry.

Hey. His kind is no problem. One good punch

and he's bursting up looking for the exit.

You owe me 42.50.

Here baby, keep the change. Maybe you get a

taxi back to your room tonight.

To all my friends. To all my friends.

Henry. Thank you, Henry. Thank you.

Oh, all my friends.

- What is this, take out service now?

- Yeah.

- Oh, sh*t.

- What?

I mean, drink up.

Come on in boys.

Henry, I want to talk to you.

hey. I told you, I didnt want that

cage with the golden bars.

Who is this?

Wanda, this is Tally. Tally, this is Wanda.

Henry, I'm gonna scurry on over there for a few minutes.

Hey, Eddie. Drink for the lady.

Vodka, Eddie.

- Tally is a publisher, she took

one of my short stories. - Yeah?

What else did she take?

Excuse me, I don't want to be rude,

but haven't I seen you before?

- Are you a friend of Henry's?

- Yeah, I'm a real good friend of Henry's.

How about you?

Well. Henry and I are quite...

I'll say you are.

That's the parfume.

Hey. Look girls, there's realy nothing to get upset about.

Let's have a few drinks and listen to some jukebox music.

Who's gonna pay for that drink?

- I'm gonna separate you from your parts you westside b*tch!

- You get away from me!

I just want to talk to Henry for a minute.

I asked, who's gonna pay for that goddamned drink?

- Here.

- Thank you.

Now look girls. Be realistic.

None of us hardly know one another.

Basically, strangers to each other.

Heh, we've passed one night and

Wanda and me met in a bar.

Be realistic, there's no way,

there's no reality to any of this.

Another round of the drinks.

If you don't get out of here, I'm gonna

peel you away from your parfume.

- I have a drink and I attempt to sit here and drink it.

- Really?

Just get out of here now, before I finish you off.

All right. I know you need this.

Good luck. Goodbye.

To all my friends!

Come on my friends.

Let's drink up!

You're gonna fight him again? Hahaha, that's a laugh!

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