Clerks II Page #8
# And why two plus two|makes four #
# Now, now, now,|I'm gonna teach you #
# All about love, girl #
# All about love #
# Sit yourself down... #
Okay, you really do suck.|Sit down.
Told you.
Just watch me, all right?
# A, B, C #
# Easy as one, two, three #
# As simple as do, re, mi #
# A, B, C, one, two, three #
# Baby, you and me, girl #
# A, B, C #
# Easy as one, two, three #
# As simple as do, re, mi #
# A, B, C, one, two, three #
# Baby, you and me, girl #
# Come on and love me|just a little bit #
# I'm gonna teach you|how to sing it out #
# Come on, come on, come on #
# Let me show you|what it's all about #
# Reading, writing, arithmetic #
# Are the branches|of the learning tree #
# But without the roots|of love every day, girl #
# Your education|ain't complete #
# Tea-Tea-Tea-Teacher's|gonna show you #
# She's gonna show you #
# How to get an "A" #
# Na-na-na-na-na-na #
# How to spell "me," "you,"|add the two #
# Listen to me, baby,|that's all you got to do #
# Oh, A, B, C #
# It's easy as one, two, three #
# As simple as do, re, mi #
# A, B, C, one, two, three #
# Baby, you and me, girl #
# A, B, C, it's easy #
# It's like counting|up to three #
# That's how easy love can be #
# That's how easy|love can be #
# One, two, three, you and me! #
# Yeah! #
- "(Silent Bob mouthing)"|- # Sit down, girl #
# I think I love you #
# No, get up, girl #
# Show me what you can do #
# Come on, now #
# Ooh, ooh, shake it,|shake it, baby, yeah #
# One, two, three, baby #
# Ooh, ooh, A, B, C, baby #
# Na, na, do, re, mi, baby #
# Now that's how easy|love can be #
- GROUP:
# Whoo! #|- # A, B, C, it's easy ## It's like counting|up to three #
# That's how easy love can be #
# Teacher's gonna teach you|how to sing it out #
# Come on, come on, come on #
# Let me show you|what it's all about #
# A, B, C, it's easy #
# It's like counting|up to three... #
I love you, Becky.
# Singing simple melodies... #
I'm pregnant, Dante.
# That's how easy... #
(gasps, grunts)
Oh!
(door creaking)
(door bangs shut)
About your sexuality?
About going to Florida.
Yeah, right.
Why now, all of a sudden?
Becky's pregnant.
She is?
Huh.
So, what, are you afraid you're|gonna miss the baby shower?
I'm the father.
This sucks, man.
I have pelvic piss syndrome|like a motherf***er,
so be really f***ing quiet.
Ew, dude, don't try|looking at my dick.
- JAY:
What the f***?|- RANDAL: What?Should we have|left that guy in there?
Oh, f*** him! How the f***|did you father a child
with a chick|that's not your fiance?!
Holy sh*t!
She got pregnant|off the toilet seat
you jerked off onto!
I f***ing knew it!
No, we had sex one night|after work, a few weeks ago.
What?! Where?!
Here, on the prep station table.
Ew! That's my prep table.
I don't know what to do.
What did Beck say?
She says she wants to have it.
Oh, my God, so she wants|you to break it off
- with Emma and marry her?|- No.
She's gonna tell Emma?
No!
Wait a second...|then what's the problem?
- Are you that dense?|- I'm serious.
If Becks isn't busting|your balls about it,
what's the big deal?
You could still|go down to Florida
and live happily ever after.
Knowing I have a love child|up in Jersey?!
How the f*** do you always have,
like, two good-Iooking|girls who want you?
You're the most|hideous f***ing CHUD
I've ever met,|and you always have
a pair of girls|fighting over you.
Listen, you can never tell|anybody about this.
Who am I gonna tell?
I'm serious, Randal!|And not just for me.
Becky says she doesn't want|anybody to know.
Then what'd you tell me for?
Look, you've f***ed me over|in the past,
but this is huge.
This is serious!
Promise me that you'll|keep your mouth shut,
because if you f*** me over|this time,
I swear to God, I will beat|the sh*t out of you.
(laughs):
|You and what army?I'm serious!
I'm serious, too.|You and what army?
Promise me!
All right!|Get off of me, you nut!
JAY:
|What the f***?!Can I talk to you for a minute?
Oh, yeah, sure.|Uh, we were just...
May your first child|be a masculine child.
(huffs)
Becky!
Randal!
She was sweating me.|It just came out.
Ow! Sh*t!
You swung at me!
- You ducked!|- Because you swung at me!
Damn it!
Where's Becky?
She just left.
I need help here, Mr. Dante.
I can't wrap good,|and Randal ate the last pickles.
You f***ing snitch.
I'm sorry, Randal.|I'm sorry.
Becky!
Maybe she went to get|a home pregnancy test
just to be sure.
How the f***|could this day get any worse?
Well, what the f***|are you doing, man?!
Follow her!
You-you think?
You're darn right, I do.
You two have got|to work this out.
Follow her, talk|to her for an hour,
then come back here.
An hour?!
L-I've found that any|more time than that,
you run the risk of saying|the wrong thing again.
Follow her,|talk to her for an hour,
then come back here|and help me close up.
You can't close up by yourself?
F***ing A, man,|you're about to become a father!
Time to start acting|responsibly!
Be back here in an hour.|Go!
(engine starts)
(tires screech)
Hello.
I assume|you're with Kinky Kelly.
Good guess. You Randal?
I am.
How long is it gonna take you|to set up?
Got to hook up the boom box,
hang a few curtains|and some lights.
I've got a small smoke machine|for ambiance. Yeah.
Well, you might as|well start setting up.
We got about an hour
before the guest of honor|gets back.
So, do I, uh, get to meet Kelly|before the show or what?
Nah.
Kelly likes privacy|before show time.
But after the show, if you want,
for an extra $500,|you can f*** Kelly.
Really? Sweet.
Yeah. So, where|we doing this thing?
Oh, right inside the restaurant.
You're kidding.
Not spacious enough?
No, it's plenty spacious.
Just kind of weird, isn't it?
Kind of weird?
You're in the bestiality|business, dude.
Hey, fucko...
...we like to call it
inter-species erotica.
Intriguing.
playing)
# Shakedown 1979 #
# Cool kids never have|the time #
# On a live wire|right up off the street #
# You and I should meet #
# Junebug skipping|like a stone #
# Headlights pointed|at the dawn #
# We were sure we'd never see|an end to it all #
# And I don't even care #
# To shake these zipper blues #
# And we don't know #
# Just where our bones|will rest #
# To dust, I guess #
# To the lights #
# Faster than #
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