Can't Buy Me Love Page #4

- You can do it.|- Of course, I can do it.

Whoa.

I've heard about this place.

The airplane junkyard.

Graveyard.

This is the real history.

Not the stuff|we memorize in books.

- Are these real bullet holes right here?|- Yep!

Follow me.

The Navy found this one last year|off the coast of Japan.

They did a corrosion study on it.

After 40 years|at the bottom of the ocean...

this is all that rusted.

Our grandparents sure knew|how to make things that last.

How do you know all this stuff?

Well, the pilot|who ditched it in 1944?

He came back a few weeks ago|to take a look at this.

He stood here and looked|at this thing the whole day.

God. There are|mountains up there.

And valleys, canyons and plains.

What's that thing, um, up|there that looks like a star sapphire?

- What's that?|- Tycho.

An asteroid crashed there|and broke the moon.

- Broke the moon?|- Yeah.

It made a crack in the moon a hundred|times the size of the Grand Canyon.

On the right is|the Sea of Tranquility.

The first spaceship from Earth|landed there the day I was born.

That's why you're|so into astrology, right?

Astronomy.

No.

It's just... up there...

is our future world.

By the time I'm my dad's age,

people will be living there and working.

Maybe even us.

The moon. It looks different now.

It's not as mysterious or romantic.

I'm sorry I ruined it for you.

You didn't ruin it.|You just changed it, I guess.

Um, there's something really important|we need to discuss.

I was wondering|when you'd bring this up.

I'm new at all this. I'm gonna|have to rely on your experience.

Well, let's just do it naturally.

You know? With no planning.

How do we do it?|Our official breaking-up tomorrow?

Right.

Right. That's exactly what|I was thinking about. The breakup.

Us ending our fake relationship.

I mean, I don't even know|whoever believed it.

Us going out?|You, me? Yeah, right.

Yeah, it does seem|kind of unrealistic.

Okay, so, how shall we do it?

Stage a big fight?|A lovers' quarrel?

No, we don't have anything|to fight about.

Oh, that's okay. We can make something|up. Let's see. What do people fight about?

Well, we wouldn't want|to damage your reputation.

- Reputation?|- I think a small, dignified ceremony...

- is probably the best way...|- Me?

- to end it.|- With a reputation. Whoo! Yeah!

I can't believe this.|A reputation.

Thank you, Cindy.|Have a good night now.

Whoo!

#I got a reputation, baby #

Oh, I'm gonna be late.

So how do you do it?

Yeah. There you go.

Oh, I'm gonna be late.

- Hi.|- Hi.

- Um, I did a little thinking|about last night, - Mm-hmm.

and I think that now is the time|that we had our little talk.

- About what?|- Us. You know, me.

Now?

Okay, great.

Well, um, I did|a little thinking too!

No, actually!|I did quite a bit of thinking!

- And I decided that you're breaking me.|- What?

Broke. Bankrupt. Chapter 11.

What are you talking about?

This. I'm dry.

Hey, I can't keep up with you.|I'm not a bank.

They love it.|- Would you stop it, please?

- This isn't dignified.|- Dignified?

Yeah.

For one month you draped all over me|like a cheap f***ing suit!

- Now I'm not dignified?|- This is not necessary.

Would you show some maturity?

Like your precious Bobby?

- Yeah.|- Yeah.

- Yeah.|- Well, if I was as mature as him,

I probably wouldn't|have called you either.

I'm tired of you comparing me to|Bobby, and, in fact, I'm tired of you.

period!

Whoo!

poor Cindy. It's awful the way|Ronnie annihilated her.

I know. I mean, I don't know what|she ever saw in him.

- He's such a... such a heartbreaker.|- Yeah. That's it.

The Ronster, man.|You're one badass dude. Hey, listen.

You don't mind if I try to get tired of Cindy|now that you're finished with her, do you?

No.|- Loved it, baby.

All right.

That was a great act this morning.

That slap was so real.|We are talking Oscar nomination.

Mmm. Yeah, well...

We gave 'em a good show.

The audience loved it.

Oh, what an excellent four weeks.

Your friends really took to me,|all because of you.

Ronnie, it was like a job.

I mean, you bailed me,|and I pretended to like you.

- And I was only honoring our rental contract.|- Yeah, well, it worked.

Geez. popularity sure beats being treated|like a social leper. Let me tell ya.

popularity isn't perfect.

I mean, it almost|feels like a job sometimes.

Do you remember that|suede outfit that I wore?

- Yeah.|- Yeah, well, that was me trying to impress people.

I have to work at it.|So does everybody else.

Cindy?

It's to keep your poetry in.

- Thank you.|- You're welcome.

Ronald, whatever happens|with the popularity thing, you know...

stay yourself.

Don't change to please them.

Me change? Tsk. Never.

That's right.|I'm here! Ha, ha!

Feelin' good. Hey, babies. How|ya doin', man? Good to see ya...

- Oh, Ronnie!|- Oh, ladies, you look beautiful.

That's all right. Mom, Dad,|send money, please. I'm broke.

Hey, man, good to see ya.|Good to see ya. Good to see ya.

- All I'm asking for is one date.|- No!

Oh, ladies, you're|lookin' fine this A.M.

Thanks, Ronnie.|Lookin' rather tasty yourself.

- Ooh.|- I love your hair.

It's so... so saturated.

- It's nothin' major, just a little mousse.|- Yeah, 42 gallons.

- You're taking me to Scoops Saturday night.|- Saturday night?

- Yeah.|- Yeah, I believe I have that evening liberated.

- Wonderful.|- I hope so.

Ronnie, this is gonna be tougher than|I thought. I'm gonna need your advice.

- Barbara, I was gonna ask him out!|- Relax, pats.

- It's only October.|- Yeah, right!

Wait for me!

How about some tunes?

- Your dad sell aluminum siding?|- No, he's the president of Tic Tac Tiles. Why?

This car sort of reminds me|of my granddad's.

Hmm.

So how come you asked me out?

You went out with Cindy.|She is Cindy Mancini.

You can't argue with that logic.

- Come on, Cathy.|Let's take it back to my place.

Hey, look, there's Ronald|in his dad's Chrysler.

Good evening, gentlemen.

I... I love station wagons.

You may like it, but once|the Cools see that car...

- they're gonna remember who he is.|- Yeah!

This is an interesting mode of|transport. Sort of, uh, antiquated, like.

Yeah, I call it|my, um, undercover car.

Oh,you snake. Don't be shifty|with the boys. This car's perfect.

Complete with plush blanket.|That's strategy, my man. All right.

- What'd ya say?|This ain't just a car, man.

This is an unleaded love machine.

Yeah, unleaded.

Bet you could make some,|uh, sweet sweat back there, huh, Barb?

Hey, no complaints outta me.

Yeah, those jocks sure have|great taste in cars, huh?

- Shut up, Lester.|- You shut up.

I just don't get it.

- I propose we look for a new fourth.|- Guess so.

Uh-oh. I knowthat look.

- Oh!|- Okay, now, hold your fire.

Big John, nobody's|into toxicwaste.

Right there.

perfect.

Gross!

You guys are so|into bodily functions!

I mean, it's not like|that takes any skill.

Oh, I don't know.|For him, it's like an art form.

- Oh, that's a real pleasant thought, Ronnie.|- Oh, come on. We're guys.

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