Buffalo '66 Page #3

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- You really want to hear this?

- Yes.

Okay, follow me.

These are some arrangements

N elson Riddle made for Frank,

without Frank's voice,

of course,

so he could see what he liked,

what he didn't like.

I like to sing to them.

Let me find the hole here.

I hope I can still

get up there.

( music starts )

Fools rush in

Where angels fear to tread

And so I come

to you, my love

My heart above my head

Though I see

The danger there

If there's

a chance for me

Then I don't care

Fools rush in

Where wise men never go

But wise men

never fall in love

So how are they to know?

When we met

I felt my life begin

So open up your heart

and let

This fool rush in

I've felt my life begin

So open up your heart

and let

This fool rush in.

- That'senough of that sh*t.

- Your voice is so beautiful.

- Let's go and eat.

- Can I hear one more?

No. I'm hungry.

I'm shaking with hunger--

- Please, just one more song.

- No more ! Okay?

I'm sorry, honey.

Jesus Christ.

Listen, when we finish eating,

I'll look around,

find a tape for you.

You take it home, play it

any time you want, okay?

Okay.

'Cause Daddy loves you,

you know that? I love you.

Let's go.

Billy, you're right.

Your father does have

the most beautiful voice.

Jan:
Careful, everybody.

It's very hot.

- I hope you like tripe.

- I don't know what that is.

The Italians call it ''trippa.''

It's the intestines of the cow.

And it's very good for you.

It's terrific. Isn't that what

you said was your favorite food?

Go ahead, honey.

Tell me what you think.

Go ahead, Wendy.

Take a big bite.

Take a big bigger bite.

Mmm, that's good, right?

Bring more, Ma. She's going to

eat a lot, I sense it.

Well, everybody

gets the same.

Dad:
Turn that knife

away from me, please.

Why are you pointing

that knife at me?

Is that why you came here

to stab me with that knife?

Will you turn it

away from me, please?

- Honey, just calm down.

- Turn it away, please !

What? The knife is not

pointed at you !

Yes, it's pointed at me !

Don't tell me you didn't

point the knife at me !

Don't point a knife at a person

unless you want to use it!

I didn't point the knife at you !

It was here on the table, like that!

It was not here !

Point it over here !

Honey, just calm down.

I am calm ! Did you see what he did?

Did you see what your son did?

- I didn't do nothing !

- He pointed a knife at his father!

Yeah, I pointed at you,

it's always at you.

Honey, honey, honey.

Do you want some more tripe?

No, I don't want tripe.

You want to get me tripe,

- get me tripe.

- No, let him fill up on the bread.

- Enough tripe.

- Let me eat bread,

'cause that's what he wants me

to eat-- bread all the time !

God forbid I should have

a piece of meat, right?

So, Wendy, you were saying?

I was just going to say...

how Billy's the nicest husband

in the whole world.

Yeah, I'm sure

he's terrific.

No, really,

I'm the luckiest girl

to have found

such a wonderful husband.

I fell in love with him

the first time I met him.

Honey, can you pass me

the remote control there?

It's right behind you.

Did Billy ever tell you

how we met?

No, honey.

How did you two meet?

Layla:
Billy, you didn't tell

your mom how we met?

You tell her.

Well...

I was working as a typist

for the CIA,

which is a special part

of the government,

and Billy is

a top agent with the CIA.

I'm sure you know that.

You're probably so proud of him.

He has hundreds of people

working for him.

And all the girls in the office

were always telling me

how much they were in love

with their boss.

And of course,

I had never seen him.

I worked way down on the other side

of the building.

But one day he comes

into the office,

and I see him.

And I fell in love,

madly in love with him.

But I couldn't talk to him

'cause I was

just a typist.

He's the kindest,

smartest,

most handsome guy there.

Even the guys loved him.

they idolized him.

So I just couldn't--

I didn't think

he'd ever like me.

I was just

a little typist girl,

and he was like the king.

Even the President is

so proud of him.

So one day, I walk

into my office,

and there's this giant

bouquet of roses.

And I was just like,

''My God,

what are those flowers

on my desk?''

I thought maybe they had gotten

the wrong desk or something.

So I go to open the card--

there's a little note attached.

And it said, '' Dear Wendy,

I've been in love with you

for a year,

but I'm very shy and I just

didn't know how to tell you.

But I want you to know

that I really love you,

and I'd like to take you

to dinner sometime.''

And guess who

it was signed by.

Who?

Honey, hold on,

watch this play...

Billy!

It was signed by Billy.

- It said, ''Love, Billy.''

- Just watch this play.

Watch this.

( crowd cheering on TV )

God damn it!

God damn it!

30 years,

I haven't missed a game.

they haven't won

a championship since 1 966.

And I missed that game 'cause

that's the day I had Billy.

I wish I never had him.

I wouldn't have

missed that game.

Did you like Buffalo, too?

It's Billy Brown calling.

I'd like to bet

on the Superbowl.

On Buffalo.

To win.

Right.

I'd like to put

$ 10,000 on them.

$ 10,000?!

- That's too much !

- I'm talking on the phone !

I'm talking on the phone.

Billy:
Come on, Scott.

Come on, Scott.

Please, God.

Please, God.

- Commentator:
No good.

- Both:
Oh no!

- Billy:
F***!

- I told you, Billy.

- Now you're in big trouble.

- Shut up! I'm f***ed.

Man:

The story goes like this.

One day,

this big a**hole comes in.

He calls up

a $ 10,000 bet on Buffalo

to win the Superbowl.

That's to win, okay?

I know what you're thinking.

This story's hard to believe.

What kind of an idiot

would bet...

on Buffalo to win

a big game like that?

It's true.

I swear to God it happened.

This guy was

so out of touch,

he didn't even have the 10 large

to cover his bet.

Tell somebody

to turn up the heat.

So, Billy...

what happened was

this bookie got so sick

of hearing

everybody's excuses--

the y're all the same.

Everybody's got an excuse.

Anyway, this bookie

got so sick

that he just had...

to throw up.

The only way he could

make himself feel better

was to do bad things.

To do very, very bad things

to the excuse-maker.

And very, very bad things

to the excuse-maker's

mother and father.

So what do you say?

Why don't we give

this story a happyending?

I've got an acquaintance,

a friend,

a very good friend of ours

who just got arrested.

Of course, he's innocent.

His arrest is

a goddamn injustice,

a tragedy.

So you, the a**hole,

will confess to the crime

of which he is accused,

so as to free

the innocent man.

Now...

if you fail

to convince the court...

or if you refuse to try to,

some very evil and very

bad things could happen.

Very evil and

very bad things.

And Billy...

if Buffalo ever makes it

back to the Superbowl,

bet against them.

Now get the f***

out of my sight.

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