Coyote Ugly Page #2
Relax. You look tired.
We can talk about|my raise later.
You think this is Australia?|There's no raise. I'm about to fire you.
Um, excuse me.|Mr. O'Donnell?
- Yes.|- Mr. O'Donnell. My name is Violet Sanford.
I'm a songwriter.|I just wanted to give this to you.
I know it's not the most professional|way to submit a tape.
- But this is all pretty new to me.|- It's pretty new to me too.
I just figured as the manager|of a club like this, you must know every band on the East Coast.
The manager...|of this club.
Um--
- You guys go ahead. I'll catch up.|- Sure thing.
Mr. O'Donnell.
I don't usually do this,|Violet.
Um, but I-- I have|a feeling about you.
- So I'm gonna take your tape,|and I'm gonna see what I can do. - Thank you.
I can't believe|how easy this was.
Neither can I.
Uh, you wanna go for|some coffee or something?
O'Donnell, who do I look like?|Your god damn maid?
That's Mr. O'Donnell,
but I'll let it slide|this time.
I told you to take your stuff|home and wash it.
You got cow grease|caked on the front.
Walt, I've warned you|about your attitude-- You're fired.
Oh, you better not|push me, kid.
I can find a hundred other|little punks like you, can burn a turkey burger.
Minimum wage punk.
Maybe we should start over. Uh...
I'm Kevin O'Donnell,
and I work the grill|here at the Fiji Mermaid Club.
I just made a complete|fool of myself.
I was gonna tell you.
I'm almost sure|I would have told you.
I just want you to know|I'm not following you home.
I'm just walking myself 26|blocks in the wrong direction.
- I asked you to leave me alone.|- Did I mention how sorry I am?
I mean, not that it's all my fault.|You did throw yourself at me.
I was pretending to be sweet|and innocent so you'd give me a break.
- Can I ask you a question?|- What?
Is there a reason we just walked|in a circle? Are you lost?
I'm not lost.|Somebody just moved my street.
You-- You wanna play a game?
I bet I can guess|where you're from.
I'm about to get out|my pepper spray.
I reckon you're|from a big city.
And there's no sign from here|of a belly button ring...
or a tongue piercing.
- I gotta go with Chicago.|- Okay.
I've never had anyone stare|at my ass for half an hour, so I'm gonna say good night.
And I'm hoping|you're gonna say it back.
Okay. I can take a hint.
I really do know alot of people|in the music business.
You just don't give up,|do ya?
- Well, it was the sweet and|innocent thing. It did me in. - Good night, Kevin.
Just for the record,|I was only staring at your ass for the first 15 minutes.
William Morris. - I don't mean to interrupt.
- I just want to leave this--|- I'll transfer.
- William Morris. Please hold.|- It's a demo. I'm a songwriter.
William Morris.|I'll be right with you.
I just want to leave this|for Whitney and Mariah.
- I'm sure they're|personal friends of yours. - Look.
I'm sure it sounds great in your shower,|but karaoke ended a halfhour ago.
So if you'd like to get|your songs heard, you're gonna have to take them...
to an open mic night|just like everyone else.
William Morris.
I'll transfer.|You're not getting validated.
Caughtin a mirror
Looking through sympathetic eyes
- Can I help you?|- Um--
Yeah, hi. Uh, I'm sure all your spaces|are filled for tonight.
I just wanted to come down|and check out what this whole open mic thing was about.
I can squeeze you in in ten minutes.|A couple of my regulars, they called in sick.
So, uh, I've got|some spaces to fill.
I need you to sign your name|in here and get yourself ready.
Bathroom's around the corner|if you want to throw up.
Next up we have a young lady|named Violet Sanford.
So let's put our hands together|for New Jersey's own Violet Sanford! Come on up, Violet.
Good! There we go.|Yeah. Whoo!
- Yea, Violet!
Oh, oops.
- I'm a little nervous.|- So are we, honey.
Don't tease me, honey!|Sing!
Come on, give her a break.
I'm sorry.
Hello?
You gotta cheer up. You look like|somebody ran over your dog.
Hey, um, how much|is a slice of pie?
Oh, uh,
we happen to have|the best French apple in town.
And, uh,|it's on the house.
- Shut up.|- You just have to pay attention.
- Okay?|- Twenty.
- Twenty says it's Pretty Woman.|- I will raise you ten,
because it is Home Alone.
- Oh?|- You guys have to read the signs.
I call with|Saving Private Ryan.
- What?|- Let's fip this over, and Miss Jennifer from Austin...
says her|favorite movie is--
No way. There's no way!|You already saw this one.
Oh, you are such a cheater.
Hello. A naked girl in army boots?|Easy play to call.
- Thank you.|- Those boots are kinda cute.
- I have to get me some of those.
Wait, wait, wait. Oh, Romero.|You gotta turn that up, baby. That is the jam.
- Turn it up!|There you go, there you go. - Oh, no.
- Girl, what are you doing?|- Remember this? Remember this?
- Belly dancing.
- Do you know those girls?|- Oh, yeah. They're here every morning around this time.
- Winding down.|- Wait, wait.
- They have to, in their line of work.|- Are they hookers?
No.
Coyotes.
All right.
You guys? You guys wanna see|what Al gave me for my birthday?
- This.|- You let him brand you?
- Isn't it cute?|- She let the man brand her.
Hey, check it out, ladies.|We each made 300 bucks tonight.
- Mmm.|- You sure you wanna be goin' off to law school?
Hmm?
- Let's make a toast.|- Yeah.
To Zoe's last week|as a Coyote.
- Oh.|- She's gonna be impossible to replace.
I just wanna tell you both|that I will never, ever forget you.
Who's up there?
- I'm lookin' for the owner.|- Hey, come on down. Bring a case with you.
What are you doin' here?
- Uh, I'm gonna drop this case.|Where do you want me to put it? - That depends. What do ya want?
Well, I heard you might need|a new, uh--
That, uh, there might be|a job opening.
Put it right there.|Let me take a look at ya.
Let me guess.
Piedmont, North Dakota.
South Amboy, New Jersey.
Same thing.|You do any drugs?
Just coffee.|That's all I can afford right now.
- Let me see your arms.|- Are you kidding?
Do I look like|I'm kidding?
Ooh, where'd you get|that scar on your wrist?
Pizza oven. It's a permanent|burn from pulling slices for four years.
That could be the saddest thing|I've ever heard.
- Um, what's next?|You want a urine sample? - Ha, ha.
I prefer blood.
Look, are you really the owner?|'Cause I've had a rough couple of days,
and so the last thing I need|is some waitress on a power trip wastin' my time.
You start Friday night.|Be there at 11:00. That's when we get busy.
- You're givin' me a job?|- I'm givin' you an audition.
Don't be late, Jersey girl.
I don't mean to press my luck,|but would you mind telling me why you're hiring me?
Because the average male...
is walking around with a toddler|inside of his pants.
A two year old, right there|inside his Dockers.
Men have two-year-old children|in their pants? That's why you're hiring me?
You look like a kindergarten teacher.|The kids'll love it.
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