Box of Moon Light Page #7
- R
- Year:
- 1996
- 112 min
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What do you mean, blood weed?
His face and his mouth and his eyes.
He ever stops bleeding,
he's gonna be blind...
All right. Come on, now.
For the rest of his life.
Then we'll see that f***er jump
every time I light a match.
Let me take a look at you, all right?
I'm all right.
Come on, get going.
Take a flashlight,
and wear gloves, ok?
Listen to me, kid.
We're not gonna go anywhere,
all right?
We're not going anywhere.
You're not gonna help me?
I am trying...
I am trying to help you.
Now, cut this crap out.
All right, I'll do it myself.
Kid, come on, now. Calm down.
Calm down? Calm down? Calm down?
At least you can help me, man!
Why aren't you gonna
f***ing help me?
I thought you were my friend, man!
Why ain't you gonna help me?
You f***ing help me!
You f***ing help me.
You f***ing help me, man!
Kid, kid...
Help me, man.
Help me, man.
All right. take it easy. Come on.
Take it easy.
Take it easy. Come on. Come on.
Come on.
What's the matter, Al?
I don't know.
Maybe this whole trip of mine
was just a big mistake.
Hey, Purlene,
here's your underwear.
Are they dry?
I don't know.
Almost.
Ahem.
Ahh!
Whoo!
How are y'all doing?
Name's Bucky, by the way.
You can call me the Kid or just kid...
anything you want to call me.
What is your name?
Floatie.
Sisters? Hey, get out of town.
Hey, Al, come on over!
Come on! They want to talk to you.
Come on.
Whew.
How about that water, huh?
Al, this is, uh, Purlene...
Purlene and Flighty.
Nice to meet you.
We saw them in the store
yesterday, remember?
What were you crying about?
Oh, well, I lost my job.
It was a really good one, too.
I just... I didn't...
I only was there for about a...
They're sisters. Isn't that crazy?
Sisters? Really? Very nice.
Where are you from?
Chicago.
Al's a nuclear engineer.
Electrical, actually...
Field installation
of Zeus turbine generators.
Some people can give an electric shock
just by looking at you.
What about you, buttercup?
You a swimsuit model?
What?
You are, aren't you?
Come on, now. Fess up, girl.
Look, buddy, I work over
at Deever's Tire Service,
and I hate to say it, but...
I think it's time you came in
and got your f***ing
wheels rebalanced.
Yeah. Ha ha ha.
I'll tell you something.
You used to be a cheerleader?
Didn't you?
In the fourth f***ing grade.
And your hair's not
really blond, is it?
Yes, it is.
No, it isn't.
Her hair's red. She's a redhead.
She's got a bright red bush.
I don't believe you said that.
All right, Al.
I'm not gonna say anything.
So what's with you guys?
Were y'all in a car wreck?
No.
We got jumped last night
over at Bambi's
By 6 f***ing sailors.
What kind of sailors?
I ain't never seen
no sailors in Drip Rock.
Wasn't it sailors, Al?
No. they were marines. 5 of them.
That's a great movie...
Green Berets.
Ever see that movie?
I really liked it.
John Wayne, a Japanese guy,
and, uh, Kim Darby.
Damn, it's hot. I'm burning up.
Jump in the water, then, fireball.
Yeah, but I might take my suit off.
Looks like underwear to me.
Well, he's wearing underwear, too,
And you can see right through it.
Yeah, I noticed that.
Yeah?
So we're wearing underwear. So what?
We're just wearing them
'cause you're here.
Usually we go naked.
So do we.
Yeah?
Well, then let's all
take our suits off, ok?
Is that all right with everyone?
Yeah. Go ahead.
Where you going?
I'm gonna jump off this rock, man.
Is that all right with you?
Ever try it naked?
All right, look, peckerhead.
I ain't taking off the suit,
So just forget about it.
Come on, girl.
Whoo! Whoo!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Look at you.
You can't even swim.
Sure I can!
What do you think I'm doing now?
That's the f***ing dog paddle.
My name's Floatie, not Flighty.
Oh.
Ok.
Excuse me for a second, Floatie.
I've gotta check something.
Hey, Floatie,
Come on in
And help me drown this here stray dog!
Yee-haw!
Yow!
Arf arf arf!
Yeah!
Come on, Al!
Maybe later.
I think it came off in that jump!
If you don't wanna parade around
in your wet underwear,
You don't have to, Al.
It's your choice.
Each man can choose
how he marches in the parade of life.
Al Fountain, Wednesday...
July 4th, 1:
05 p.m.Whoo! Go on, girl!
Whoo!
Arf arf arf arf!
Sisters.
You go, sister!
Whoo!
Oohhh!
Yeah! Come on, Al!
Go!
Whoo!
Yeah!
Come on, kid!
Oh, man!
Yeah!
That smells good.
Hey! All right.
What's with the corn, Al?
Well, you didn't have a pot,
so we'll just toss them in.
They'll cook that way?
Oh, yeah. About 15, 20 minutes.
Wow. Hey.
Hey, where's that
weird tape of yours?
The girls might like it.
What girls?
Purlene and Flighty.
I invited them over for dinner.
Why?
Well, they weren't
doing anything,
and Floatie's still
feeling a little low.
She kind of likes you, Al.
Does she?
Yep. Purlene told me so.
Kid, let's get something
squared away right now.
I'm a married man.
I don't make a habit
of fooling around
with every woman
who kind of likes me.
I'm glad to hear that, man.
Really.
Now, where's the tape?
Look in the car.
Thank you for inviting us.
I really like your house.
Thanks.
You got a kitchen area,
Al's gonna come in here
and do a whole job on it.
He's gonna do the whole
self-sufficient thing
so I get the solar power,
I get the whole thing.
he's gonna put the jazz in,
the pool table,
the this and the that.
'cause Al knows about that.
He's a nuclear engineer.
You know, Al and I do porno films.
On our free time, of course.
Ha ha ha!
Got 3 more burgers
cooking over there.
How about it, Flighty?
Floatie.
I'm sorry.
Purlene?
No, not me.
I got my jeans unbuttoned now.
Yeah?
Let's see.
Oh! Get out of here, man.
He's like a goddamn dog.
He is.
Remember... Remember Sneaky?
Remember that little stray,
Used to sleep in the garage?
Oh, yeah...
With that one ear
that never went down.
Same hair...
Same eye.
Well, you all look
pretty great yourselves.
Don't they, Al?
Very nice.
I never did have corn cooked this way.
Oh, that's Al.
He made the corn and the chicken,
but I cooked the burgers.
You boys would make
some good husbands.
Yeah, we probably would.
Too bad we ain't looking for any.
Ha ha ha ha.
Well, we're not either.
Besides, Al's already
married. Right, Al?
Do you not feel well?
Actually,
my head has started hurting me again.
Here.
Take one of these.
What are they?
It's just aspirin,
A little something extra.
Thank you.
Yeah. I got a headache, too.
Well, help yourself.
Floatie?
Yeah. I feel a headache coming on.
Well, excuse me.
I've gotta tend the fire.
Pow! Pow! Pow, Pow!
Pow! Get up there!
- Get up there!
- Be careful now, there, kid.
Yeah!
Wow!
Better than f***ing sparklers, huh?
Ha ha ha! Yeah!
Burn, baby, burn!
Space rockets to the moon!
And Uranus!
Hah!
Oh!
Hey!
Look at that, Purl.
Niagara Falls,
Watch this, y'all!
Look at this, man.
I got me a flamethrower.
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