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you live in such a small town...

so far away from the hustle

and bustle of the 20th century?"

I'd say to them,

"You'd never ask me that...

if you could just once,

just for one minute...

experience the feeling of family

that comes from knowing...

that all of our lives

are tied up with each of us.

That we feel all the same joys...

the same sorrows,

and that we care.

Each and every one of us cares

for the other. "

I told them...

"I just feel closer

to my Lord out there.

And I feel closer...

and safer with my people...

and I think they feel closer to me.

The Lord smiles on us out there.

And that's why I'm staying. "

Why don't you have some cake?

Roger, the town council

has no intention of bowing...

to wishes of a small group

of students.

Eleanor and I are absolutely certain

that this boy is organizing a dance.

- We're not gonna have any dance.

- We let some punk push us around...

it won't be long before every

community standard is violated.

- Boy, are they in a tizzy!

- Ariel, get in the car!

- Got the whole council going!

- There's a meeting I won't miss.

- Where are you taking us?

- Over the state line.

I want you to see

what you've been missing.

I know you're not gonna

let Willard fight, right?

- I don't fight.

- Right, and I don't breathe.

- Are you gonna dance?

- I drink better than I dance.

Come on!

I'll watch you guys, see if

you can show me something new.

We didn't come all this way

just to sit it out.

I'll be out there. Don't worry.

I'm just gonna grab a beer.

Come on, don't be an a**hole!

They're waiting to dance with us.

I can't dance.

You what?

I can't dance.

At all.

All right. All right.

- Buy him a beer.

- Take my jacket.

- What's the matter?

- My feet have been hurting.

They weren't hurting in the car.

I wanna dance.

I wanna get a beer.

Waitress, let me have another beer.

I can't help myself!

Hey, I came with that girl.

Doesn't look like

you're leaving with her.

Hey, I guess you didn't

hear me the first time.

- No fights. You don't even know him.

- Why don't you flake off?

No fights.

When was the last time

you seen your dick, partner?

Rusty, he was fighting

to save your honor.

- It's too late.

- I don't fight.

- Your dance gonna be like this one?

- Everything but the fight.

Forget it.

Ow! Come on!

Up on the roof, oh, yeah.

One hundred proof, oh, yea.

Ain't that fine, oh, yeah.

You cherry slime, oh, yeah.

Oh, what?

Oh, yea.

I hate this bridge.

Gives me the creeps.

How come?

You've heard this one.

The infamous Crosby Bridge accident.

- You've heard it.

- No.

You're missing out!

'Bout five years ago...

these kids were playing highway tag

and they were drunk.

One car hits the other one, and

they both go over the bridge. Dead.

That's when they started passing

laws against booze...

against dancing and drinking.

I don't know.

My father had a field day.

Your father? Why?

My older brother

was one who got killed.

You should've seen Bobby.

He was like Warren Beatty,

only taller. Wasn't he?

My father went off the deep end.

He decided we all needed saving,

no matter what.

He's gonna personally save this

pissant town and deliver it...

to heaven with his daughter

sitting like a cherry on top.

I called over to Rusty's last night.

I don't understand why you feel

it necessary to lie to me.

I don't know why you find

it necessary to check up on me.

I'm concerned about

your well-being, that's all.

How come when I'm home you're never

as interested in what I do or say...

as you are when

I walk out that door?

Wham! Suddenly

you wanna know everything!

I don't like this outburst...

any more than I like

not knowing where you were!

Shaw, don't you think

we could wait on this?

No, I don't. I'm sick and tired

of you coming in on her side!

She'll have to start

answering for herself.

I don't know why. You don't listen

to me any more than you do her.

I've never hit anyone in my life.

We're losing her, Vi.

- Don't you see that?

- No.

I see you chasing after her,

and I see her running from you.

She's become so willful

and obstinate.

She's like her father.

The two of you

were so wonderful once.

You had so much to talk about.

I was almost jealous.

It's not as if we don't talk.

It's just that...

sometimes people run out

of things to say.

Shaw?

It's 20 years now

I've been a minister's wife.

And I've been quiet,

supportive, unobtrusive and...

after 20 years I still think

you're a wonderful preacher.

You can lift a congregation

up so high...

they have to look down

to see heaven.

But it's the one-to-one

where you need a little work.

- We could really use your support.

- My mother wouldn't approve.

But we're not talking

about a free-for-all.

It won't be a drunken brawl.

It's just a dance.

Just give it some thought.

Okay? Sleep on it.

Just think about it.

Okay, thanks. See you later.

Sounds great to me.

How you doin'?

Need any help, just let me know.

You got it.

Chuck has heard something

that's upset him real good.

I want you to tell me it ain't so,

Mr. Chicago Big Shot.

He heard you're gonna try and throw

a dance at school. A senior dance.

He figured only a dumb fag would try

that. Is that what you're trying?

He sure the hell is!

Excuse me, girls.

Come out, Ren.

You guys stay there.

Is he really gonna

get us a dance?

Yep. Ain't ya?

- It's about time, MacCormack.

- I'll be there.

Thanks.

Don't you have any better manners?

Didn't your mama teach you better?

You treat animals like that?

How's it feel?

Don't feel too good now, does it?

- What are you talking about?

- You'll have to fight city hall.

What do you mean

I gotta fight city hall?

'Cause there's a town council.

It's made up of seven people.

Shaw Moore's one of 'em.

Burlington Cranston is another.

Personally, I don't like

that lousy son of a b*tch.

They meet every third Thursday

of the month.

Something you want in this town,

you'll have to talk to them.

You're gonna get really creamed.

Geez. I'm not so good

with words.

Keep thinking like that, man,

and you are gonna get creamed.

Woody doesn't know

a dance from a dipstick.

And you do? You do, huh?

Which way is your left?

Huh? Willard,

which way is your left?

He don't know his left foot

from his right foot.

I'll tell you something. If I gotta

get up in front of that council...

you gotta learn to dance.

What is this, Roger?

I don't know this book.

I hope you wouldn't.

Reverend Moore, Mrs. Evans is

calling about that dance at school.

Would you tell her I'll call her

back after Junior Bible?

What were you saying?

This was found in one of

the athletic lockers at school.

A book like this should be burned.

We should go to the library

and remove this corruption.

There's no sense blowing it up

into something that it isn't.

Hello! Careful.

Come on, Max.

I'll set up, Vi.

I think it's quite obvious

what it is.

It's not quite so obvious

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