Beautiful Girls Page #6

- Really?

- Really.

- So now you wanna go home with me?

- No.

- Well, I tried every angle.

- Job requirement.

Exactly.

Play something else.

You don't like this boozy,

after-hours musician banter?

Can't dance to it.

You'd be surprised.

OK, you've spurned

both my sexual advances,

my attempts at conversation, so I'm

gonna reach into my bag of tricks...

- Wanna go ice fishing?

- I'd love to.

Great.

You know how it is at the beginnings

when you first fall in love?

You can't eat. You can't sleep.

Getting a call from her makes your

day, like seeing a shooting star.

- It's the best.

- But inevitably, it goes away.

So, this is my thing, you see.

Why get married now? Why not have

two, three more of those beginnings

before I settle into the big fade?

The big fade?

That's an awful way to put it.

- She's coming tomorrow.

- That's obvious.

I got no feeling about that. I got a

feeling of overwhelming ambivalence.

But I would rather dread her arrival

than not give a sh*t.

It's amazing that there's a guy

that gets to do things with you.

He gets to make you happy,

spend evenings with you...

Make me martinis,

listen to Van Morrison...

- Smell your skin...

...after a day at the beach.

- And read the papers...

...on a Sunday morning.

A rainy Sunday morning. And pepper

your belly with baby kisses.

Sorry...

There's a guy out there that

thinks the same thing about Tracy.

He's jealous of you,

you getting to do all that with her.

Can you think of anything better than

making love to an attractive stranger

on a frozen lake with

just an oil light to guide your way?

Can you think of anything better?

Going back to Chicago.

Ice-cold martini. Van Morrison.

Sunday papers. Got you.

I gotta go.

Hey.

Why do I feel

like I'll never see you again?

You'll see me again, Willie.

Damn.

Hi.

You look awful.

- I've been drunk for two weeks.

- Nice.

- How was it, the drive?

- The roads were awful. Sheet ice.

You got here safe.

I'll make you some tea.

That was delicious.

Really superb, Tracy.

- Thank you.

- The fact that you can cook,

rolled into the fact

that you're a successful lawyer

and the fact that you are stunning

to look at, just makes me insane.

Bobby!

I'm flattered, Bobby.

It really was superb, Tracy.

- All right, we're gonna shower...

- Why?

We're going over to Mo's

for a pre-bash thing. Why?

You want to shower first or should I?

Why don't you shower first, Will?

We can take the rest

of the time to bond.

- Go ahead. I'll be fine.

- Superb.

It really was superb, Tracy.

Hey!

Romeo And Juliet,

the dyslexic version.

- What are you doing?

- Another exciting Saturday night.

You got many exciting Saturday nights

in your future.

Yeah. Yeah.

- So your lady's here, huh?

- Yeah.

I saw her. She's really pretty.

She's OK. She's not as pretty

as you, though.

Got that boob thing

going for her, though.

And she can get into R-rated movies.

Two words not in her vocabulary -

"lunch money".

Hey, Marty.

I hope we stay in touch.

Cos I hope to learn

someday about what you're doing.

Cos I think whatever it is,

it'll be amazing.

I really do.

Thank you.

You got it.

- It was great.

- I'm glad you enjoyed it.

- Thank you for coming.

- Trace, we gotta get going.

Bye.

- Take care, now. Be careful!

- Stay warm, guys.

Bye.

It's unbelievable. They haven't liked

anyone since Steve McQueen died.

- You just...

- They're nice.

Nice. They're as far away

from nice as...

If nice is London, they are Tokyo.

OK.

You're nice.

I can't believe you're not gonna go.

I'm laying low. You have fun.

You loved high school. Everybody's

gonna wonder what happened.

So tell them I'm in Geneva,

doing my presentation

on sub-zero water removal.

You just wanna sit here like a loser.

Channel 38's showing

Rich Man, Poor Man - all 12 parts.

- No sh*t?

- Back to back.

Holy sh*t. F***!

F***!

The one night I decide to go out...

You gotta tape it for me.

- Can't do it.

- Why not?

You can't tape Rich Man, Poor Man.

You gotta watch it with the

commercials just like everybody else.

That's a good point.

Falcon Eddie.

Man, was there ever a more terrifying

screen villain than Falcon Eddie?

No.

- You're gonna watch it?

- Yep.

- All 12 parts?

- Back to back.

Sh*t.

It's a tough call. You're a bastard.

Yep.

Oh, sh*t...

Don't drink too much punch.

Stanley, you kill me.

- How does that work?

- That's not what I practise...

- You want some more?

- Yeah.

Tracy. Hey, Paul. You good?

So, listen... I like this.

She makes those herself.

Mohammed, one white wine, please.

- Willie, she is delightful.

- Delightful? Are you Rex Harrison?

She's amazing.

What is your malfunction?

She's smart, she's funny,

she's got a great ass, nice rack...

- Nice rack.

- She's charming, rich, great ass...

- You mentioned that.

- It's that good, Will.

- Hey, Frank?

- Hey, Tommy.

- Get a Bud?

- Sure.

- You're beautiful.

- Always room for improvement.

Do you know who you look like?

Ally Sheedy.

Do you know Ally Sheedy?

Whatever happened to her?

She was in The Breakfast Club

with the Estevez brothers.

- That's right.

- I've never seen her since.

- Did you ever see Misery?

- No.

- Cos you remind me of Kathy Bates.

- Oh, don't you say that!

Did you hear Andera

went back to Chicago?

She was supposed to stay

for the reunion, but she just left.

Really?

What did you do to her in that shack?

I told you, we just talked.

- You told her things, didn't you?

- What things?

- You let her behind the curtain.

- Maybe she missed her boyfriend.

You let her

behind the curtain. I know.

Never let 'em behind, Will.

You never let them see the old man

working the levers of the great Oz.

They're all sisters, Willie.

They aren't allowed back there.

They mustn't see.

Tell me the truth. You stay up nights

thinking about this sh*t?

You say it like it's a bad thing.

Hi, Darian. Good to see you.

Susan.

...and your last name?

- Smalls.

Say, didn't you used to be

Darian Smalls?

- That's right.

- I'm Peter Gropeman. Remember me?

No.

I used to have a weight problem.

You called me Peter the Eater.

- You made me cry in seventh grade.

- I did?

I'm sorry.

You here alone?

- Yeah, I guess I am.

- That's weird. Darian Smalls alone.

God you were something

in those days.

You were beautiful.

But if you don't mind me saying,

mean as a snake.

You were as mean as a snake.

Hello, Tom.

Steve.

How come you're not at the reunion?

- Wasn't into it.

- Won't Darian be disappointed?

- Did she go?

- Yeah.

- That's nice.

- Can I buy you a drink?

- No, I got one.

- Come on, Tom. One drink.

I was just gonna be leaving.

OK.

Let me see if I got this straight.

I can't buy you a drink, but you can

stick your dick into my wife.

- Frank, shot of rye.

- Two.

See, I think it's Knight's Ridge.

F***ing working-class towns, man.

Girls here see a tool belt,

they get moist.

I got an extra one

I can lend you, Steve.

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