Footloose Page #4

He's real into gymnastics.

Gymnastics.

Well... I thought only fags

were into gymnastics.

I thought only a**holes

still used the word "fag."

Touch.

Why don't you...

try dancing with this?

Now... we race these buses

every weekend at the Derby Mash-up.

We race them in a figure eight,

just like this.

Two things you gotta worry about.

Your corners, and your intersection.

You fall behind, you're gonna

get hit by the leader.

You pull ahead, you just might

get slammed by the guy in last place.

What do you say, city boy?

Ready to race?

I drove one of these at a pep rally

one time... it ain't easy.

All right? If she flips over,

crawl out the side window.

If it catches on fire, jump out of it.

- Keep loose.

- Pump your brakes with your foot.

Pump the brakes. Tell him.

- I just told him.

- Cool. Pump them brakes.

- All right, man. Good luck.

- Whoa, whoa! Guys, guys.

This is pretty dangerous, right?

We could get killed?

We? What's this "we," white boy? Crazy.

We? Like I'd get my black ass up there.

What'd I get myself into?

How do, all you pissants? Welcome

to the Cranston Motor Speedway!

Whoa, baby! You OK?

You kinda had a lot to smoke.

Don't be tellin' me

when I've had enough.

Looks like a lovely day for a bus...

I didn't say you had enough.

I just said you had a lot.

If you want to lecture somebody,

go tell Sweet Buns to start his engine.

We got one practice lap

before the green flag drops, folks.

It's a three-lap race to the

finish line, or the last man standing.

Gentlemen, start your engines!

Let's go!

We've got homegrown hero

Chuck Cranston in Burn in Hell.

You're in my world now, boy!

On the outside, we've got the new kid

racing in the Fun Zone,

Ren MacCormack.

Go, Fun Zone!

Caroline and Russell

are in the back of the pack, y'all.

Hey! Where's the green flag?

- Improvise.

- Now we're coming into turn four,

- getting ready for the green flag.

- Oh, yeah!

Preacher's daughter, my ass, baby!

Green flag, green flag,

green flag! And... Go!

Come on, Ren! Go!

- Go, Ren! C'mon!

- Let's go!

They're coming around turn number one.

Fun Zone is loose around the corner.

Hang in there! Hang in there!

Chuck Cranston takes the lead,

with Russell on his ass.

Caroline and MacCormack are door to

door, they're battling for third place!

You want a little smooch?

She is tearing him up!

Coming out of turn four.

Here they come,

headed straight for the intersection!

- Pump the brakes!

- Somebody better stop.

Somebody better do something!

- Watch out, baby!

- Sh*t!

- Caroline is into the wall!

- Sorry, girl.

Russell! You damn son of a b*tch!

Russell and MacCormack

are duking it out for second place.

Sh*t!

We got fireworks! God bless America!

And I'm on fire.

Chuck Cranston holds the lead

with one lap to go!

Getting lonely up here!

Oh, we've got us a regular

Mexican standoff, folks.

Don't you play chicken with me, boy.

Who's gonna back down?

Who's gonna back down?

Somebody's got to back down.

- Oh, what the hell.

- No, no, no! Damn it!

Chuck is down!

MacCormack takes the lead!

Yeah!

Fire! He's on fire!

Damn it!

- I got no brakes!

- Run! Hurry!

We're coming for you, Ren! Hold on!

Oh, my God!

Hey man, did you know

your bus is on fire?

- Yeah, no sh*t!

- Stop this bus!

- Pump the brakes!

- The gas pedal is stuck!

- Do something!

- Abandon bus!

Abandon bus!

We need to get off this bus!

Ren, you gotta get off, man!

The wheels on the bus go

boom, boom, boom!

Yes, sir! Get some! Fire it up!

- You OK, baby?

- Oh, my God!

Get some!

That was awesome!

Let's do that again! Yes!

Hey, man. Chuck's pretty sore

about losing that race.

I mean, you blew up

the man's bus, dude.

Yeah... Bomont blows, dude.

I don't have to tell you, though, do I?

Yeah. I've been to Chicago. St. Louis.

Been up to some of them clubs

in New York City. I been around.

- Just like you, man.

- Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Hey.

You get high?

'Cause I do... every damn day.

If you want, you and I

can go burn one right after school.

You know, city mouse, country mouse...

Blazing!

What makes you think

I'm anything like you?

Hold on a second.

This is what we call a take-homer.

You need anything else?

- I don't want this.

- It's cool. It's cool.

No, it's not cool. Take this...

We can go down to the

rail road tracks and chief one now.

- No, seriously, take this.

- Hey!

- What is that?

- What's what?

In your hand. Let me see it.

Young man. Hey!

Hey! Stop! Hey! Stop, stop!

Hey! Stop!

Open the door!

Open!

I will not tolerate it, Ren.

Not in my school.

So what have you gotta say for yourself?

What do I have to say? I was on

the gymnastics team for three years.

Got drug tested all the time.

If I smoked weed, I'd be off the team.

- He had a joint...

- You know what one looks like?

Were you going to smoke it or sell it?

Mr. Parker says you were with

Rich Sawyer when this went down.

- I don't even know that prick.

- Hey! Language.

Ren, level with me.

Was it Rich's joint? You can tell me.

I don't do drugs.

You can test me.

And when it comes out clean,

I want this guy investigated for

barging into the bathroom stall with me.

That's gross.

Well. Since we don't have the evidence,

I'm going to let you off

with a warning this time.

But Ren, listen to me,

you have to understand something.

You see, life is not some big party.

I don't care what the rap music

people say, marijuana is just wrong.

Son, listen to me.

Ren, I knew your momma.

That's right. I knew Sandy.

She had a wild spark, just like you.

Running off up north, trying to live

the high life might have been fun,

but it also led her into getting

into some kind of...

unexpected trouble.

- Unexpected trouble.

I'm thinking when you say "unexpected

trouble," you're talking about me.

Right? Right?

Look, believe me, don't believe me.

Suspend me, arrest me. I don't care.

But you do me one favor, all right?

Never talk to me about my mother again.

You understand?

Hey!

Let him go.

Hey, MacCormack.

What's the rush?

Dude, you trying to

ignore me or something?

I'm doing the best that I can!

Massachusetts, huh?

You got that music cranked

pretty loud, Mr. MacCormack.

"You got that music

cranked pretty loud, Mr. MacCormack."

Yeah! No sh*t, Barney Fife!

Watch that attitude, son.

Try being a cop in Boston,

you huckleberry!

- I will not tolerate it, Ren.

- Shut up! I'm talking!

Not in my school.

Mr. Dunbar.

Mr. Douchebag! Mr. Dumb-Ass.

With your righteousness

and your little vest.

Stop trying to act like you know me!

Don't act like you know me. Don't try

and act like you know my mother!

You don't know the pain

she went through every day.

You don't know sh*t!

You don't know sh*t!

- What are you doing here?

- What are you doing here?

There are eyes everywhere.

- So what was all that?

- What was all what?

All that.

I was just letting off some steam,

I'm sure you got your own wicked ways.

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