Coyote Ugly Page #6

You know what kind of maniacs|we got driving through here? They don't stop for nothin'.

- Whose boat?|- I borrowed it from a friend.

Yeah?|Looks like a guy's car to me.

- How can you tell?|- I've been staring at cars every day for the last 16 years.

- Who is he?|- He's a friend.

Look, I brought you|a turkey sandwich, no mayo, extra sprouts.

Thank you. Great.

I'm starvin'.|Now tell me about this bar.

Is it a bunch of bankers|havin' martinis afterwork?

I gotta go. Look.|I love you.

- I love you too. Be careful.

Hey, do I come to your office|and honk? Come on!

I got you a gig. There's this|club where a lot of music people hang out called the Elbow Room.

My friend's the manager.|He owes me a favor, and you're it, next Thursday night.

Are you forgetting|about the stage fright?

Uh, what about the bar?

Come on, Kevin.|All I do is sing along with the jukebox.

See? You're making progress.|A few more nights at my place, and you'll be cured.

I hate to burst your bubble,|but I'll never be cured. It's genetic.

Stage fright DNA.|Yes, I saw that on E.R. last week.

Okay. Laugh all you want,|but my mom couldn't do it, and neither can I.

So was your mother afraid|to try?

Look, I just wanna be a songwriter.|Why won't you give up on this?

Because I've been giving up|on people my entire life, and it's a nasty little habit.

So, you're gonna sing|at the club, or I'll--

Or you'll what?

I'll never kiss you again.

That sounds like a threat,|Mr. O'Donnell.

Well, let's just say...

it's gonna be quite a long,|cold winter.

That's supposed to convince me?

It's working, isn't it?|Your knees are getting weak.

- I'll think about it.|- Try again.

Uh, I'll see|if I can get off work.

You're gettin' warmer.

All right. You win. I'll do it.

Oh, I love winning.

Pour some sugar on me

Pour your sugar on me|- Hey, we have a special treat...

for you tonight,|boys and girls.

Pour some sugar on me

- - No!

I'm a paying customer tonight.|I have class in the morning. What are you doing?

- Come on, Zoe!|- No!

Zoe! Zoe! Zoe! Zoe!

Time to get wet, girls. Whoa!

and I'm gonna head out West -

with scripts and fake breasts

Chill like Flynt

Find a spot to pimp

Well, I'm a real kid and I'm a real McCoy| - Who wants some of this?

sucker, because I wannabe a cowboy, baby

and the sunshine shining

Cowboy, baby

'cause I sleep all day

- Excuse me,|does Violet Sanford work here? - Yeah, she's on the bar.

- She's on what?|- She's on the bar.

- What do you guys say?|- Yeah!

You can call me Tex

with a bottle of Becks

Rolled down my glass

fittin' right in your ass "

up and down that coast and

Keep on truckin' till it falls into motion| - Dad! Wait!

Cowboy|- Dad, it's not as bad as it looks.

And the sunshine shining|- Daddy, it's not as bad as it looks.

I just sing here every night.

- People come here to see me.|- Cowboy!

- Say something!|- The guys are putting your picture up in their booths!

- I gotta go, get up early.|- Dad, it's just a bar.

- You can trust me.|- But you're my daughter.

from a mile away

Cowboy

and the sunshine shining

Cowboy

Cowboy

Hi, you've reached Bill Sanford.

- Please leave a message|when you hear the beep. -

Dad, you can't avoid me for the rest of your life.

I have to come over and do your laundry.|We both know you're running out of clean shirts.

- I bet the one you're wearing|stinks pretty bad. -

I'm not gonna apologize|because that would mean I'm doing something wrong.

And I'm not sure I am, so--

I'm playing at a club tonight.

A real club.|Someone important could hear my song,

and next month somebody|might be singing it on the radio.

- So wish me good luck.|- Good luck.

Anyway, um, I'll call you|and tell you how it goes.

Take care of yourself, old man.

Old man.

All right.|You should be dancing on the foor! I wanna see your bras!

Ow!

went out late Saturday night| - All right.

my baby she looked so right

Got to have you home by 2:00

what I catched off of you -

looking as cool as can be -

- Is this the greatest party|we've ever been to or what, man? -

Lil, I can only stay two hours.

- What are you talking about?|- I gotta leave early tonight, remember?

- Bourbon.|- Why?

May be you haven't noticed all|the bodies you had to crawl over to get in here tonight.

- Lil, I told you I gotta leave|by 10:30 no matter what. - Four!

- Here.|- Got it. I got it.

Seven.

That I love you, yeah

Hit me

- Here you go.|- What are you doing?

I gotta go. It's half past.|Can you have Lou call me a cab?

Listen, Jersey. You're not|going anywhere. Not tonight. This place is out of control.

But, Lil, I told you.|I'm only working two hours--

You wanna sing?|Sing for them.

These people dragged|their asses out here to see us.

This is New York,|and there's a line halfway around the block.

That's something, Jersey,|whether you believe it or not.

came dancing to my door| - And if I go?

Last night a little angel

And tonight

- Where are you?|- Lil won't let me go.

Violet, just walk out.|She doesn't own you. You can still make it here.

I'm-- I'm sorry.

- I'll call you tomorrow.|- Tomorrow?

Violet.

- What's the story?|- She's not coming.

So what am I supposed to do, Kevin?|I got a whole spot to fill.

I'm sorry, Richie.|I made a mistake.

Whoa, this doesn't change|anything with us, Kevin.

A deal's a deal.|Am I right?

is dance, dance, dance

who ain't afraid to die

And all she wants to do is

is dance and make romance

Comin' off the street

Ooh

Ooh

All she wants to do is

is dance

{y:
iAnd make romance

- I'm the guy! Me!

is dance

Zach, who said|you could be up here?

You're not supposed|to be up here.

All right.|Take it easy, Zach.

Zach, take it easy.

for the last plane out| - Hey! Hey!

- Hey, hey, knock it off!.|- Kevin!

- Lil!|- Hey!

- Break it up!

'Cause all she wants to do is dance

- Help!Stop!|- Lou!

- Kevin, that's enough! Kevin, that's enough!

- Get off me!|- Stop it!

- Kevin, Zach's a regular,|and he was just having fun. - Having fun with my girlfriend!

- Lou, get him out of here.|- You're gonna chill outside, or I'm calling the cops.

Out of my way! Move!

Let me go!

- Get the hell out of here!|- Hey, everybody, free drinks on the house.

I'm paying. Get up here.

Kevin. Kevin.|What is your problem?

Look, I'm sorty about tonight,|but look at this. There was no way Lil was gonna let me out.

This is not about Lil.|This is about you and this place.

- There is my job.|- It's a goddamn sandbox for you to stick your head in.

- What is that supposed to mean?|- The place is a joke.

All right?|They don't come to watch you sing.

- They come to watch girls|shaking it on a bar! - And what would you have me do?

- Sing for quarters in the park?|- Well, at least you'd be singing your own songs.

I told you I can't do that,|so stop pushing!

I'm just asking you to try,|but I guess that's asking a bit too much.

Right. It's so easy to be you,|isn't it?

You have no dreams, no hopes,|no chance of getting hurt.

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