Dogfight Page #5

If you want to change the world...

...why don't you join the Marines

and start shooting?

Shooting changes things real quick.

I can't believe you just said that.

- Well, I just did.

- That's ridiculous.

Shooting doesn't solve anything.

You shoot at people,

people shoot back at you.

When you sing to people,

your message goes straight to the soul.

You open a new point of view.

You disarm them.

All I know is that President Kennedy's

sending troops to make some changes...

...and he certainly didn't issue them guitars.

There are people who use

music over aggression.

Ever heard the song We Shall Overcome?

What's so funny?

What... Why are you laughing?

- I'm not laughing.

- Yes, you are.

You think this is some joke?

You've never even heard this song.

Bullshit. Berzin goofs on it all the time.

That's funny.

All that proves

is that your friend is not only a cheat...

...but a complete moron.

What are you talking about?

Hey, Rose!

You just met the guy.

You're calling him a cheat?

He is a cheat. He didn't find Marcie.

He hired her.

- He even told her not to wear her teeth.

- Come on.

He did. I overheard them fighting about it.

He was trying to chisel her out of her share.

He's not only a cheat and a moron,

he's a cheapskate.

That son of a b*tch.

Hey! Hold it.

What's going on here?

I ain't spending my last few hours stateside

arguing with you.

Especially you. I like you.

Damn it.

I'm sorry if...

I'm sorry if I upset you in any way.

That song is very important to me.

I don't like to see it ridiculed like that.

I understand that. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

No. I'm sorry, so shut up.

Thank you, but I'm really sorry,

so you shut up.

Yeah. Just give us the word,

and we're there.

- Just the two of you?

- Just the two of us.

She sings, I play, and...

Hey, Bob.

- I'm just going to show him around, okay?

- Sure.

Where did you play?

We played over at Rudy's

a couple weeks ago. They really dug us.

So this is it.

You guys have a manager?

No.

- Well, it's interesting. It's nice.

- Yeah.

- You ever sing here?

- No.

I'm waiting for my hair to get longer

and write my own stuff.

Then I'll be ready to hoot.

Hoot? What's that?

Short for hootenanny.

Every Tuesday night,

anybody can come up on stage and sing...

...and if Bob likes them,

he might ask them back...

...or give them a gig or something.

- Why don't you sing something?

- What?

Yeah. Sing something, like...

Like that song you sang earlier at the cafe.

I don't know that song very well.

That's okay.

I just want to see you up there.

Well...

You've got the stage.

You've got me as the audience.

So why don't you just sing?

Please?

Okay.

I don't know piano all that well.

That's okay.

I'll just play it very simply.

That's fine.

Okay.

Rose, lock your eyes on their numskulls

and brain them!

Yeah!

See, I think that you're going to like this.

Advertisers have found

that the women of America...

...are keenly interested

in the type of soap they use.

In fact, the men of America

have a keen interest in the product...

...and how it is used also.

The outboard motor has brought a

renewed interest...

...in water sports in this country.

Outstanding liberty, isn't it?

Out-f***ing-standing.

...lakes and streams for exercise...

I guess I should go.

You got to get up early in the morning.

Yeah. You, too.

Yeah.

So I'll just leave now.

Or, you could...

...come in for a minute.

You think so?

Yeah, for a little while, if you want.

I'd love to.

Okay, let's go.

Okay.

Is she sleeping?

Yeah. She always sleeps with the TV on.

Do you want to hear some music?

Sure.

Who are these people?

Okay. This is Malvina Reynolds.

She's the one who wrote the song

that I sang today.

And, and...

That's Woody Guthrie.

And that's Pete Seeger.

That's Joan Baez.

She's my favorite.

And there's Bob Dylan.

You know him, right?

And that's Odetta.

She has the most beautiful voice.

And...

Sorry, no pictures of Jim Swaine.

Do you want to play musical bingo?

- Sure.

- Okay.

It's really fun.

Okay.

Okay. You can be the maestro...

...and you get 12 chips.

Here. You can count those out.

And I'll get 12, and...

Is this like bingo?

It's a musical bingo.

I can't play bingo.

- No?

- No.

Okay.

We don't have to play bingo.

No.

- Is this okay?

- Yeah.

Yeah?

Do you think I should change maybe?

Should I change?

Yeah?

Okay. I'll change.

My nightgown.

And I'll just... I'll go in here and change.

You look good.

- You look real good.

- Thank you.

Sorry. The bed's small.

Couldn't we just...

Here's my address.

You can write if you want.

Take care of yourself.

Okay.

Goodbye, Eddie.

'Bye.

How about a dime for coffee?

- Corporal Birdlace reporting for duty.

- Where the hell have you been?

Yeah.

I don't know. I forget.

I look a lot better than you.

What happened?

We had a pisser of a time.

Tangled a**holes with some squid.

Went to a skin flick,

met a very sensitive woman.

She did the three of us for $10.

And before that, we got a tattoo.

- A bee.

- Check it out.

A bee for the Four Bees.

What do you think?

I like it, it's nice.

Berzin got yours for you.

Show him, Berz.

F*** off.

That's pretty.

You owe me a bee.

Attention, all military personnel.

The shuttle for Treasure Island departs...

Let's go.

So? You going to tell us or what?

Spit it out, Birdlegs.

I told her I wouldn't tell no one.

Come on, you a**hole. We tell you.

Keep it down. She was married.

Married? She was married?

You f***! She was married.

Outstanding, Corporal.

Out-f***ing-standing.

You know what they say. Married's best.

"They don't tell, they don't swell."

Good-looking?

Oh, yeah. 32, blond, built like a...

32? What are you, some grandma-f***er?

If the grandmother looked like this,

you bet your ass.

She was real good-looking.

She couldn't get enough.

Her old man didn't give her attention.

Probably a fag.

What do you expect

from a lieutenant commander in personnel?

An officer's wife!

That's out-f***ing-standing!

You know what, Berzin?

I think you and me are full of sh*t.

Come on, Birdlace. What's your beef?

That toothless sack of sh*t

that you took to the party...

The dogfight.

That was a setup, right?

What makes you think that?

I wasn't out with the officer's wife

last night.

I was out with Rose. She told me.

I figured she was going to do that.

I saw you with her last night in Chinatown

while we were getting our bees put on.

You're shitting me.

- F***ing A.

- I won't tell them.

Just like you won't tell them

I fixed the fight, right?

How did we get to be so full of sh*t?

I mean, how did we become

these f***ing idiots?

I was sitting here thinking about it, and...

F*** it.

I guess I don't know what started it all.

- Yeah. Forget about it.

- Right.

- Go back to sleep.

- Right.

It ain't worth it.

So you won the dogfight fair and square...

...and I was dating the officer's wife

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