Christine Page #2

Died six weeks ago.

So, Mr. LeBay...

how much do you want for her?

Lve been asking 300.

Lll make it 250 for you.

The moneys not important,

and therell be no bringing her back...

cause lm selling this sh*t hole

and buying me a condo.

You got a deal.

Lll get the pink slip.

Will you stop and think about this

for a moment?

- Where are you getting the money?

- Lve been saving all summer.

- For college.

- You already have a car.

Hes screwing you.

You could get a decent car

for that much money.

Christine is decent.

The guys weird, Arnie.

Hes f***ing weird.

- So that was 300?

- Yeah, thats it.

- You said 250.

- 250 would do it.

It this is a good idea,

lets just come back tomorrow.

Do you realize

shes 20 years old?

I mean, that makes her

officially an antique.

Great. Darnells junkyard

is full of official antiques.

Lm buying her.

I dont care what you say.

Its your funeral, man.

Would you give

Arnie a break?

He doesnt know what hes doing.

You dont know half as much

as you think you do...

shitter.

You did what?

- Shes outside.

- Youre kidding, right?

You cant buy a car.

What are you talking about?

- Youre 17 years old.

- Oh, boy.

Actually, youre wrong.

I couldnt finance it,

but buying it for cash is no problem.

Registering a car at 17

is something else...

and for that

I need your permission.

You know how we do things.

You couldve consulted with us.

Lve consulted with you

about every damn thing lve ever done.

If its something I want,

I get outvoted, two to one!

This is no committee meeting.

I bought the car, and thats it!

It most certainly

is not it!

How could you have

let him do this?

I didnt let him.

He wanted the car, and he bought it.

I tried to talk him out of it.

I doubt you tried very hard.

- Yeah, well, lm going home.

- I think you should.

Thats it. Lm getting

the f*** out of here.

- What kind of lang...

- What did you say!

You wanted me in college courses.

Lm there.

You wanted chess club instead of band.

Lm there too.

Lve managed 17 years without

embarrassing you or landing in jail.

Lm gonna have this one thing!

You are not keeping

any car at this house.

Fine!

Thanks for the milk.

- Whats the problem?

- Could you honk your horn for me?

Christines doesnt

seem to work.

- Ah. Sure.

- Thanks.

Stall 20.

Get it over there

and shut it off...

before we all

choke to death.

Kiddo, if you sold him that piece of

sh*t, you ought to be f***in ashamed.

I didnt sell it to him.

I tried to talk him out of it.

You should have tried harder.

I knew a guy who had

a car like that once.

F***in bastard

killed himself in it.

Son of a b*tch was so mean...

if you poured boiling water

down his throat...

he would have pissed ice cubes.

Okay.

Thats the last time...

you run that mechanical a**hole

in here without an exhaust hose.

I catch you doin it one time,

and youre out. You understand?

- Huh?

- Yes.

Lm gonna tell you

something else right now.

I dont take any sh*t

from you kids.

This place is for working stiffs,

gotta keep their cars runnin.

Its not for rich-assed, snot-nosed kids

draggin on the Orange Belt.

I dont allow no smoking in here

neither. You go out in the junkyard.

- I dont smoke.

- Dont interrupt me, punk.

Dont interrupt me.

Dont get smart.

- Ah, sir?

- What?

Those men over there are smoking.

Better tell them to stop.

You trying to help your buddy

right out of here, Chuck?

Then shut your pie hole.

I know a creep when I see one.

I think lm looking

at one right now.

Youre on probation.

You get it?

You screw around with me...

I dont care how much money

you paid up in front...

lll throw you out

on your ass! You got it?

- Huh?

- Yes, sir.

Good.

Now get the hell out of here.

Were closed.

You gonna be okay?

Yeah. Lm okay.

You know, you better find yourself some

other charity besides me and Christine.

What is it about that car?

I dont know.

Maybe its just that for the first time

lve found something uglier than me.

And I know I can fix her up.

Youre not ugly, Arnie.

I know what I am.

Queer, maybe, but not ugly.

F*** you.

Oh, bug out, Dennis.

You dont need this sh*t.

Where have you been?

You had us worried sick!

You dont just up and drive off

whenever you...

As I walk along I wonder

What went wrong with our love

A love that was so strong

Hes done all this sh*t

in three weeks.

Look how cockeyed he works.

Hes got f***in brand-new

windshield wipers...

for a busted windshield.

Well, the boy does

have good hands.

Good hands.

Bad taste in cars.

You know, Papa,

you cant polish a turd.

When I said you could scrounge through

that sh*t pile out back...

I didnt mean you could build

your whole f***in car with my stuff.

What do you care?

Youre not doing anything with it.

Hey! Dont think you

got the gold key to the crapper.

Nobody takes advantage

of me, understand?

Yeah.

If it wasnt for me, itd cost you

a sh*t pile to put this heap together.

I know.

Look.

I know you aint got money

falling out of your a**hole.

If you did,

you wouldnt be here.

Maybe we could work out

some kind of a deal.

You...

pick up around the place.

Do a few lubes...

put the toilet paper

on the little spools...

sh*t like that.

Do that and you can...

you can raid my junk pile

for whatever you want.

I might even throw in

a few bucks.

Lll have to think about it.

Well, dont think about it too long!

Lll throw you out on your f***in ass.

Forever, my darling

My love will be true

Always and forever

lll love just you

Just promise me, darling

Your love in return

May this fire in my soul, dear

Forever burn

My hearts at your command, dear

lll bet you a dollar

she says no.

Just cause she shot you down?

She says no to everybody.

Look what shes doing

to that pencil.

I wish I was an eraser.

Go on, studley.

Ask her out.

Mind your own business.

Just read the book.

Yeah. Come on.

Just dont tip the table over.

What are you reading?

- History.

- Oh.

- Its pretty boring, huh?

- Yeah.

Listen, do you like music?

What about dancing?

Yes.

Do you think you might...

want to go dancing with me...

like maybe this Friday night

after the game?

Lm sorry. I cant.

Why not?

I have a date.

Mr. Gilder! Are you lost?

No, maam.

Why dont you return to your own seat

and get back to work.

Yeah.

Arnie, stay here

so we can talk this over.

Mister, this is not a hotel

you can just drop into.

- I dont need this.

- What do you need?

- I need to leave. Lm late.

- You come back here this instant.

Oh, sh*t.

Greetings to you too.

Hey, man, no glasses.

Youre lookin good.

I cant make it.

I meant to call you, but I forgot.

Is Dennis going with you?

- Are you going with him?

- Am I?

No. Lve gotta do an errand

for Darnell.

- You need a ride?

- Got his car. Thanks, though.

Lm sorry about the movie,

but this is work. Gotta go.

- Dont worry about it.

- Did you have plans with Dennis?

You are going to have no friends at all

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