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[woman moaning wiIdIy]

[soft pop music]

[woman Iaughing wiIdIy]

Peggy Lou,

if you keep groping

like an octopus

l'm gonna have to

tell you [indistinct]

Now l'm

gonna make you

love me like Elvis.

Geezz, me just met

last week

ain't you ever heard

of taking it slow?

Slow is

for old-fashioned girls,

not a modern woman

like me, now get over here.

Are all the girls

in Malibu like you?

Ricky, don't you

like boobies?

(kid)

Hey, Ricky!

President Kennedy

says we're going

to the moon!

[chuckIing]

[indistinct]

l see you finally found

your pot of gold, son.

Hi, Mr. O'Reilly.

Hi, Jimmy.

(father)

Top 'o the mornin' to ya Ias.

I bIess you chiId,

for finally putting

lrish whiskey

[indistinct]

Cut it, dad.

Nothing happened.

Rickie's mother,

God rest her soul,

never was much

for lrish whiskey,

if you know what l mean.

Oh, you poor

old thing.

lt's been a long,

lonely life.

Everybody, shut up!

What are you two

even doing here, anyway?

You forgot your lunch

for school on the beach

day, dumdum.

[playful chord]

Oh, you're

tearing me apart!

[funny car horn]

[sighing]

l swear, l'll

never be like

my old man.

He's such a perv.

Oh, Rickie,

he isn't all that bad

he just wants

what's best for his son.

I just don't wanna be

another washed up jock

slash war vet like him.

There's more to life.

No, there's more

to me than,

bouncing baIIs

[indistinct]

More to life

than us?

[silly chuckle]

Ricky Patrick

O'Reilly, you're

doing it again.

Doing what?

You're looking away.

ls it something l do

lt it something l say,

Every time l'm with you

l see you looking away

They say the eyes are

The souI, doorway straight

To your heart

lf you won't

Ever stay close

lt's like

l just cut a fart

Don't look away, baby

Please, don't look away

Stare me straight

ln the eyes

With our hands

Between my thighs

So please don't look away

Baby give me some time

So l can make up my mind

Just know

That it isn't you

These feelings

Make me so blue

l'm trying

Real hard to find

The one

That makes me feel right

Till then l guess

That it's you

That's just the best

l can do

So l look away, baby

l guess l'll look away

l can't take our eyes

For you might see

The lies

So l will look away

Don't look away

l think

l'll look away

Please

Don't look away

l guess l'll look away

Stare me straight

ln the eye

l can't take your eyes

Place your hands

Between my thighs

For you might see

The lies

Don't look away

(Ricky)

l think l'll look away

Tear me up inside

You make me

Wanna go hide

(Ricky)

l think l'll look away

[tires screeching]

[engine roaring]

[screaming]

[loud crash]

You saved me.

Quite observant.

Whoa. You dented

my Bronco.

(Ricky)

You dented her.

l got a boo boo.

[laughing]

l see the new

kid's making nice

with the other team.

What team

would that

be, Butch?

The team

no God-fearing

red-blooded American

would be caught

dead playing for.

l toss balls

with the boys.

[scoffing]

ExactIy.

[aII Iaughing]

[kissing]

(Ricky)

Look, Butch.

She needs help.

The kind of help

that bird needs

ain't gonna come

from a Melvin like you.

(all)

Ooooh.

See ya in class,

b*tch sticks.

(all chuckling)

She don't

look so good.

(Talon)

l've seen worse.

[chuckling]

l don't know

how to thank you.

You'll think

of something. They

always think of something.

Wait. What's your names?

Talon. Dan. Den.

l'm--

Ricky. We know.

[foreign accent]

You did good

bringing her to me.

With a little snoozze

she'll be A-okay.

[background ocean]

Shouldn't we bring

her to the hospital?

You got a pee pee

Stick it in my poo poo

Make it go boom!

The brains, they spill

a little bit crazzy.

She fine.

[eerie, echoing maIe voice]

Ricky. Ricky.

[echoing]

Go away,

you nasty beasty!

Take your filthy

vermin with you.

Shoo! Shoo!

[triumphant romantic music]

(Nurse Maleva)

Shoo!

Shoo!

Take your foul

animuIes with you.

Shoo. Shoo.

You stay away

from those kind.

Yeah, well those

kind saved me.

[cheerful music]

[whistIe bIowing]

[audience booing]

So Big Bad Butch

ain't so bad after all.

Aw, the heck

with that, coach!

Tinker Bell

didn't pin me.

l was distracted.

[giggling]

[chuckling]

All right. Who's next?

(Talon)

Me.

(coach)

Oh, so l see

Mr. Ducktale

finally decided to join us

in class this semester.

Couldn't get a note

from your quack?

Them two are sweet

on each other.

Take that

back, Butch!

(coach)

Yo! Yo! Save it

for the mat.

l don't mind if l do.

[hard rock music]

[both grunting and groaning]

Give in, Rick.

Give in to me.

Never!

You can run from me

but you can't run

from yourself.

Get off me now!

[horror music]

[growIing]

[shouting]

Yo, what did l tell

you about biting?

(Talon)

Sorry, coach,

l skipped breakfast.

(coach)

Skipped breakfast?

Wiseguy, huh? Okay,

three miIe run everybody

you can all thank

wiseguy over here.

Everybody let's go.

Come on. Get go.

Get going.

[thump]

l got a feeling

A feeling

That l'm gonna explode

Yes, l've got this feeling

How much longer

Must l hold my load?

Oh, what do l do?

Purge this urge

Oh, God, l really

Gotta purge this urge

lf nothing else

l've gotta purge

This urge

Ooh Ooh

Purge this urge

The time is coming

When l gotta choose

There's no more hiding

No more playing

By the boss man's rules

l've got to find

My own way

Purge this urge!

[music stops abruptIy]

ls there something

you wanna talk

about, kid?

[ beII ringing]

(Ricky)

My mother, before she died,

she said, "Ricky,

always be true to yourself".

And l try to be.

But l get these feelings.

Uh, these, urges.

And they feel true,

they feel so right.

But,

so wrong.

Ricky, it may come

as a surprise to you, kid.

Coach Tuffman gets

those kind of urges too.

You don't think l ,

[chuckling]

watch you guys

shower after class?

Soaping up your biceps,

your abs,

glutes.

Whoa. l think it's time

for me to bug out.

Ricky, sit down. Relax.

This is between

me and you, right?

I'm gonna do something

for you my wife will

never do for me.

That dusty old wench.

[chuckling]

Hey!

[coach, groaning]

[suspenseful music]

[both shouting]

Tastes like chicken,

huh, babe?

[sad music]

l don't know

what's happening to me.

lt's as if suddenly

l have this strength,

that, like--

Of a grizzzzly?

Listen. Don't

have a cow.

We got your back.

You did this.

lt was your bite!

My ass!

What? What are you?

The same as you.

(Butch)

Oooh.

Look who we've got here.

Clean up for coach

like good little boys?

More like

cleaning up coach.

[guys Iaughing]

Time to teach

the fairy brigade

a lesson.

[beII ringing]

Ugh.

(Butch)

My pops toId me

this is how you teach

Iessons to pansies

in prison.

Sounds like pops

knows how to party.

Leave him

alone, Butch!

Shut up,

Nancy boy!

You're next.

Gentlemen.

[aII chanting]

PIug him up!

PIug him up!

PIug him up!

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