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- It's your radiator.|- No, it's the head gasket.

No, your radiator's cracked.|What year it this?. '73.

Oh, that's like 350,|plus labor.

Great! Great!

I'm hungry.

How long does it take|to get a tow truck?.

- Ben's only been gone two hours.|- I'm so hungry.

Won't you stop saying that?.|We heard you. You're hungry.

So what?.

We don't have $350.|Even if he gets a tow truck...

we don't have enough money|to get the car fixed.

I'm gonna be stuck here in--|Where the hell am I?. Where am I?.

Louisiana.

Stuck in some|butt-hole town, Louisiana.

I am never gonna get to LA|to see Dylan.

He's gonna be so upset.

Whatever.

Excuse me?.

Could you be more self-centered?.

- You're just jealous.|- What?.

I'm not blind. I know how girls|like you looked at me in school.

You would've given anything|to trade places with me.

Girls like me?.

I can't help it if I'm popular,|so just lay off.

Girls like me?.

I didn't make the rules, Mimi.|It's not my fault...

everyone thinks|you're a trailer-trash skeeze.

- Stop it!|- Don't touch me like that!

- Guys, don't!|- You're pregnant!

You're a redneck!

Girls! Mimi! Stop!

Stop it! Stop!|I'm so sick of the two ofyou...

bitching and fighting|every damn second of the day!

For once,|would you just shut up?.

I don't know why the hell I asked|the two ofyou to come on this trip.

We don't belong together.

This was a mistake, okay?.

I'm sorry, partner,|that's the best I can do.

It's a cracked radiator.

He said he'd get it ready|by tomorrow.

How will we get the money|to pay for it?.

I have an idea.

I'm gonna call my father|and have him come get me.

You're leaving?.

This trip's over.

Wait, I have an idea!

You know what?.|I'm sick ofyour ideas, Mimi.

I should've known you'd make|a mess of this trip.

Fine, run home to your daddy,|but don't try and blame this on me.

Lucy, I haven't asked you|for anything in a really long time.

But I'm gonna askyou to stay.

Please hang up the damn phone|and just stay with us!

Come on, Lucy.

Hello?

I do.|I have a really good idea.

Yeah, it better be good.

Okay, I have something|to say.

I know we're not all getting along,|but tonight's important.

We really need the money.

So could we just be civil|and get through this?. Okay?.

Okay.

All right!|Y'all ready?.

Yeah.

- That's cute.|- Thankyou.

Wait.

It's all the tips|we can get, right?.

- Mm-hmm.|- So?.

Ifwe wanna put on a show,|we have to be sexy.

Now you're talkin'.

- Whatcha got?.|- Let me wear those feathers.

All right, next contestant's|a brand-new act.

And for all tourists that don't|know how the rules go in my club...

here it is, plain and simple.

You're the judge.|Ifyou hate 'em, tell 'em.

Ifyou like 'em, pay 'em.

We got baskets going around.|Put the money in there.

Be loud, be fair and be generous|ifyou like what you hear.

So, come on, give 'em|a warm welcome.

- They lookyoung.|- It's past their bedtime.

I saw him dancing there|by the record machine

Get off the stage!

- Mimi, come on!|- I can't do it.

- You can do it.|- I thought so, but I can't.

- Please do it for me.|- You just gotta go do it.

- No, you do it.|- I don't know if I can.

You've got the best voice.|Come on, please for me.

- Okay, okay.|- Thankyou.

- You okay?.|- No.

I saw him dancing there|by the record machine

I knew he must have been|about 17

The beat was going strong

Playing my favorite song

I could tell it wouldn 't be long|till he was with me, yeah, me

I could tell it wouldn 't be long|till he was with me singing

I love rock and roll so put|another dime in the jukebox, baby

I love rock and roll so come|and take some time and dance with me

He smiled so I got up|and asked for his name

But that don 't matter|he said 'cause it's all the same

He said, can I take you home

Where we can be alone

And next we were movin ' on|and he was with me

Yeah, me

And next we were movin ' on and|he was with me, yeah, me, singing

I love rock and roll

'Cause it soothes my soul|Yeah

I love rock and roll

Yeah

And we were moving on|and singing that same old song

Yeah, me

Roll, roll, roll

Now.

It's so amazing.

Lucy, come here.

- How much is it?.|- Enough for the car and the trip.

Perfect.

You wanna come dance with us?.

No. We should get outta here before|somebody realizes you're underage.

Come on, just a|little bit longer, please?.

- All right, you go ahead.|- Thankyou.

- Hey, she with you?.|- What?.

Is she your girl?.

No.

Yeah. Watch this.

Move your hands, please.

We're gonna get a little freaky.|Hey, what's up, baby?. Come on.

- What's wrong?.|- Will you stop it?.

Excuse me. Hey, I don't think|she wants to dance.

I think she does.|You should mind your own business.

- Will you leave me alone?.|- Excuse me. I'm talking to you.

My nose!

Let's go.

Oh, damn!

Is this livin' or what?.

There's a mini-bar!

Y'all, you could swim|in this bathtub!

Look, I'm--

I'm not mad at you|for what happened there. Okay?.

There's bathrobes!

- Where are you going?.|-Just going out.

Are any ofyou guys tired,|'cause it's 3:00 a.m. and I'm wired!

- Who wants some of mama's punch?.|- Me, please.

- Madame.|- Madame.

Go, Lucy! Go, Lucy!

What are you doing?.

You go, girl!

I have seen one, y'all.

Yeah, but have you touched one?.

She has!|Give us the details!

It's always the quiet ones.

Say it loud. Say you|touched one and you're proud!

Lucy touched one!|She did!

Okay, the best thing|that ever happened to you.

- That's easy.|- What?.

Reaching my goal weight.

Third year at fat camp,|the summer before eighth grade.

Wait, that camp you went to|every summer was a fat camp?.

Yes, and I loved it.

Yes, and I loved it.

For two months...

my mama wasn't around|to pick on me for being fat.

Being fat is just|unacceptable to her.

Okay. The worst thing|that ever happened to you.

That's even easier.|Reaching my goal weight.

- You said--|- It turns out...

that being prettier|than my mama...

is even more|unacceptable.

Oh,Jesus.

Yep.

One morning I woke up,|and she was gone.

Pop really wouldn't|say anything about it.

I thought she was coming back,|and Pop told me she wasn't.

They fought all the time.

You know, I think|that she just got fed up...

and took off|without even thinking.

And after a while, it was|just too late to come back.

I know she wants to see me.

She's just scared, that's all.

I'm gonna be so sick later.

Mimi, be glad you're pregnant|and you couldn't act stupid with us.

That's not why I don't drink.|I just don't see the point in it.

So you never partied?.

Once.

Over Christmas.

There was one of those parties|at Hemmings Field.

And this guy|was drinking this beer...

and I remember|it was in a blue bottle.

And I was real mad|at Kurt because...

he blew me off again|to hang out with his friends.

So I had a few beers.

I had more than a few.

This guy, you know, he seemed--|He seemed real nice...

'cause when I couldn't walk,|he offered to drive me home.

It's no big deal, Luce.|It happens to girls all the time.

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