Empire Records Page #4
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1995
- 90 min
- 2,190 Views
What are you doing here?
I'm fixing the sign.
What are you doing here?
Taking a break.
It's so weird that you just came up here.
I have to tell you something.
Not now, please. Please A.J., no.
No, it has to be now.
No, it has to be now.
You remember that really horrible day
when Mark set off the store alarm...
and Gina got dumped by Dennis
and cried all day...
and I drew the picture of him
and Lucas made a voodoo doll...
and you wore that skirt that I hate?
What skirt?
- The one with the flowers.
- The blue skirt?
Yeah, the blue one.
I hate that skirt.
It's good that I hate that skirt. Listen.
Listen to me.
That skirt made me realize that...
if I can love her in that skirt,
then this must really be it.
Corey, I love you.
What?
I'm in love with you.
I mean, I've been in love with you.
Wow, please, not now. Please, A.J.
Please don't do this right now.
I'm sorry, but I can't handle this right now.
Are you telling me
you could handle it some other time?
Look...
I just threw myself at Rex Manning, okay?
And made a total fool of myself.
You what?
Yes, and I'm not ready for this, okay?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I just want to be alone, okay?
Yeah, okay.
Forget I said anything, okay?
Just forget it. I didn't say anything.
Nothing happened.
Forget about Rex.
- We'll get you another guy.
- I don't want another guy. I'm not like you.
I don't need one.
Why do you try and make me like you?
What do you mean?
I'm not like you. I don't need to do
what you do all the time.
Okay. I see.
Not like me, the turbo slut.
Is that what you mean?
Are you saying
that I've got to do every guy I see?
You certainly seem to enjoy it.
What did you do?
Did you act all perfect
and better than everybody?
You think guys like you for that?
They may not like it, but at least they
don't do it with me and go off and laugh.
God, you're self-righteous.
There you are. Is Rex Manning in yet?
If he is, show him my eight-track.
It's great. It's The Family Way.
It's in the vinyl section,
right underneath the...
Please!
What'd I do?
You forgot your thingy!
It's just something
I've always been able to do.
I can tell you what color and what kind.
All right. What am I wearing now?
Jockeys.
Navy blue.
Am I right?
I don't know.
Well, why don't you check it out
and you let me know.
Now, the $64,000 question.
That's really nice.
Don't.
Don't what?
Pretend like nothing happened.
Just don't.
When you told me that before...
I freaked because...
I don't think about you like that.
You're my best friend.
I think we have something
better than that.
Better.
That's bullshit.
You know it's bullshit.
One for Miss Teen America.
It's okay. I didn't spit on it.
"Dishonesty"?
What's that supposed to mean?
And one for the man with the band.
"Marc sucks."
Hey, A.J., I made you a button.
"Stupid."
You're just in time.
Please.
It's a surprise.
Veto! Veto!
I'm not listening to it.
- No, we're dancing to it.
- No, no, no.
I am not going to dance to Rex Manning.
I'm not dancing.
Why not? I am Rex Manning. I'm so sexy.
- No. You're stupid.
- No, I'm sexy.
Get off!
Wait.
You all having fun?
I hope so!
Don't let me stop you! Keep dancing!
You better do it now...
because by next week
this will be a Music Town!
And I don't think they allow dancing
in Music Town!
What are we supposed to do instead, Joe?
What am I gonna do with this guy?
What should I do?
Turn him into the police?
Send him to jail?
Who do you think he's gonna come to...
when he wants bail? Who?
Me, right?
Me.
What should I do?
Put in my own $9,000?
And then I'm screwed!
Don't worry, Joe.
You're a superb manager.
Really?
Superb.
Keep it up.
Superb.
Say it again.
Superb.
You sh*t!
That's my shoulder!
Get in there, pinhead!
No, don't.
Don't do it. Joe.
You deserved that.
I know.
Where's Rex?
Got a better question: Where's Gina?
I'll look upstairs.
I'll check the bathroom.
I'll check in storage.
I'll check the sofa.
How's it going, man?
Joe, I'm sorry I'm late.
I brought pizza, in case anyone's hungry.
So, what's up, man?
Why you guys looking so glum?
Where's sexy Rexy?
It's funny that you put it that way.
What?
I'm not feeling so good.
Can I count out now?
Why is the door locked?
Where's Gina?
Where's Rex?
What, no applause?
Get off!
A.J.! A.J., stop. He's not worth it.
Wise up, junior.
Take your purse
and get the hell out of my store.
Where's Jane?
She quit.
What?
I lied about your hair. It looks stupid.
And we all hate your new album.
Not to mention the ones before that.
You're a washed-up imposter.
Why don't you all just fade away?
How could you? With Rex Manning?
I hate you.
You better go home.
Am I fired?
No. Why would I start with you?
Is this how your life's going to be now?
You're going to screw every has-been...
until your tits fall down
and they don't want you anymore?
At least...
I don't hide what I am.
Right, Corey?
At least I'm not
some closet speed freak, right?
You think I don't see what you do?
You think I don't see?
- Shut up!
- I know what you do! What's this?
What's this?
What are these?
What are these? Aspirins?
Vitamins? Breath mints?
Diet pills?
Diet pills?
- What a surprise!
- Stop it!
You know what, I could study all night if I was chowing
down speed, too, you know that I could.
Here's one...
...for your perfect little face!
And your perfect body!
And your perfect family
and your perfect school!
- And your perfect, perfect future!
- Gina, stop it!
I'm stopping.
Come on.
- I'm stopping!
- Go home.
It'll be fine. Really.
No. It's not going to be fine!
Nothing's ever fine, Joe! I'll show you fine!
I'll show you perfect!
I hate you!
I hate you!
Let's get her up, come on.
Better?
Come on. Let's dry you off.
I guess nobody really has it all together.
No.
I feel like I should welcome you
to the neighborhood.
Did you really want to do Rex Manning
in the count-out room?
Is that how you always imagined
Your back up against the daily totals...
and your feet pounding against the safe?
"Oh, Rexy, stop that!"
"You're so sexy!"
Why are you being so nice to me?
Let's save our Hallmark moment.
Hey, Mark!
You love Gwar!
Why don't you join the band?
Mark, man, you play a mean guitar!
It's really a shame that you must die!
I love you, Eddie.
Do you need a new night manager?
What are you doing later?
I don't know. I'm either going to jail or hell,
I can't decide which.
Wherever you're going,
would you have dinner with me first?
You bet.
Can I ask you something?
It's near Boston.
No, I mean,
do you really know where Harvard is?
It's another planet.
Another universe, totally unlike the one we know.
Filled with big blond guys
with oar boats.
What I am trying to say is that you and Corey
are just not made for each other.
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