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to get in, but it was incredible.

It was like a huge

underground circus, you know.

Hot pink neon climbin' up the walls.

And astro music.

And millions of girls,

like from the university mostly.

If we could get one to dance,

just one, then that was it.

We'd get out on the floor

and we'd really start to smoke.

We'd start cuttin' in,

and these girls would stop.

- And they'd look.

- They'd look how?

You know, they'd start

to warm up a little. Right?

Pretty soon,

they'd start buying us beers.

- They're buying you guys beers?

- Oh, yeah.

Ah, sh*t.

Wait. There was this one.

This was the best.

Ginger.

Listen. We started dancing, right?

Slow dancing,

like we're stuck to each other.

Eventually it's obvious to me that

she wants to do more than dance.

Right? So we left the place.

On the way to the car, she's

already got her tongue in my ear.

We get to the car.

She says we can't go to her place

'cause of her roommate, right?

But she says,

"Hey, that's no problem. "

She's got seats in the car

that recline back. All the way back.

- If you know what I'm saying.

- All the way?

Would I sh*t you? Right?

She rips my shirt open.

She's clawing my chest.

She's biting my neck, and I'm trying

to get over the stick shift...

'cause we're goin'

like a freight train now.

All of a sudden, she starts

screaming at the top of her lungs...

"Oh, God! Oh, God!

Don't stop! Make Ginger pop!"

Oh, sh*t, really?

But we did dance.

We danced our asses off.

Willard, how could you let

our new student eat this food?

- Don't eat this.

- We have delicious homemade food.

- Come on over.

- It's so good. Come on, Willard.

Oh, chicken!

Come on, come on. Good boy.

Bring your friend.

- You won't get any of that here.

- What's that?

- Dancing. There's no dancing.

- That's right.

- Why?

- It's illegal.

Jump back!

It's true.

- Has been for five or six years.

- Why?

Go ahead, tell him.

It started when kids

got killed in a car wreck.

Whole town went bananas, blaming

it on the music, liquor and dancing.

Now they're just convinced

it's all a sin.

Who's convinced?

Whole damn town.

You really can't dance here, man?

I can't believe that.

It's true. This isn't the only

place either. You'd be surprised.

Places upstate you can't dance.

Places in Kansas and Arkansas.

All over the place.

My cousin lives in Montana, and ya

can't dance where she lives either.

Yeah? She ever get busted

for bopping?

I don't know.

I never asked her.

You rich?

No. Why?

'Cause I don't think

I ever bought a tape before.

Get serious!

This place is too weird.

Don't you ever listen

to the radio?

No. We got one radio at home,

but it's never on.

- You like Men at Work?

- Which men?

- Men at Work.

- Where do they work?

- They're a music group.

- What do they call themselves?

- Oh, no. What about the Police?

- What about 'em?

- Have you heard them?

- No, but I seen 'em.

- In concert?

- No, behind you.

What? Oh, sh*t!

- Step out of the car.

- Could you tell me the problem?

Just step out of the car, please.

- Jim, these plates are Illinois.

- So?

You got a license?

Catch.

Hey, I just bought that.

- Playing it kinda loud.

- There a law against loud music?

Watch that attitude, boy! This way

I don't have to take you in.

Twenty-five dollars. They wouldn't

even let me off with a warning.

You can't talk to our police

the way you talk to big city police.

- But I wasn't doing anything.

- Yeah, sure.

Sarah, hush.

There was this bunch of kids

snuck over the state line...

to see some rock and roll group...

and they were stopped on their way

back into town by the police.

They were on church and

school probation for weeks!

You better watch your step

around here, young man.

Daddy?

I'm sorry about the other night

at the drive-in, about the music.

I was surprised.

Yeah.

I don't know what came over me.

I can't always be with you.

I can't always look out for you.

What's the music?

Oh, it's... I think it's Haydn.

Chamber pieces.

And that kind of music's okay?

It's uplifting. It doesn't confuse

people's minds and bodies.

I don't...

What?

I see.

Tell your mother to go on to bed.

I still have a lot of work.

I will.

What is it?

- Good night.

- Good night, hon.

Grab my books.

Let me in.

How you doin'?

You the new kid?

I'm talking to you.

Where'd your tie go?

I thought only pansies

wore neckties.

Oh, yeah? See that? I thought

only a**holes used the word pansy.

- He got you on that one!

- Shut up!

Son of a b*tch

is gonna pay for that!

Either you got jumbo coconut balls,

or you're really pretty stupid.

- Who was that douche bag?

- He's a weasel, but watch your back.

- Can you operate a palette jack?

- Uh-uh.

- How 'bout a bag closer?

- Uh-uh.

- Where are you from?

- Chicago.

You're not stupid, are you?

You trying to piss me off?

Boy, a lot of folks are gonna

give you problems right off...

because you're an outsider.

You're dangerous. They're always

gonna worry about ya.

Screw 'em. And this is only one

little corner of the world.

Start Thursday?

Sounds okay.

Oh, hi, Ariel.

Chuck Cranston wants to see you.

Meet him the back

of his daddy's field tomorrow...

What happens tomorrow at 5:30?

- You'll have to show up to find out.

- And if I don't?

People will know you're scared.

Anyway, Chuck will find you.

You want that?

You're backing up!

Hey, yo!

How come he sent you?

I volunteered.

MacCormack, where the hell are you?

You know her?

So she tells me...

that I pissed Chuck off, right?

So he wants to see me.

Then she walks away.

He figured you were gonna chicken

and never... Impressive.

Kinda out of it.

I had to go to work last year.

You still move it.

You better watch that. Ariel's gonna

tell her pop and you're gonna burn.

What's her story?

Is she really tough or what?

She's just trying to make people

forget she's a preacher's kid.

- That why she hangs out with Chuck?

- Maybe.

- People think she's a hell-raiser.

- Is she?

I think she's been kissed a lot.

You'd never guess

your daddy's a fire chief.

You'd never guess your daddy's

a minister. Red Boots.

My daddy hates me

wearing these boots.

And you love that, don't you?

What are you gonna do

when I go away to college?

Why do you wanna do that, honey?

Just 'cause. I'm cut out for more

than this small town.

You're as small town

as they come.

A chicken race with tractors?

- How hard could it be?

- Just like a car. It's easy.

Just like driving a sports car.

Nothing could be simpler.

Oh, hell, Ren,

just remember to stay calm.

Calm? I've never driven

a tractor before.

It's easy. Look. This is your

clutch, your gas, your brake.

You start off,

you just shift it into high.

Don't worry about your one, two,

three, four. Just put it into third.

Once you get going,

slam it into fourth.

That's your emergency brake.

These operate your bucket.

I'll bet he's scared shitless,

and he turns out in ten seconds.

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