Footloose Page #5

You think I'm a slut or something?

I think you've been kissed a lot.

- Where's lugnut?

- You mean Chuck?

He doesn't own me. I know

he acts like he does, but he doesn't.

You want to see something?

Everybody calls it the yearbook.

I don't know when it started,

maybe 10 years ago or so.

- What is all this?

- Some are songs. Lyrics.

Quotes from books.

Poems. Music we're not

supposed to listen to.

- What do people do? Just hang out?

- Yeah.

And other stuff.

You think I'm small town, huh?

I think Bomont is a small town.

You think?

Try living here your whole life.

But that's all gonna change.

I've applied to colleges.

Hell, I've applied to colleges

my daddy don't even know about.

Nobody wants to see Bomont

in their rear view more than me.

You want to kiss me?

Someday.

What's this "someday" sh*t?

You want to drop down

and tumble right here? OK.

You know that sweat's gonna dry

and you're still gonna feel like sh*t.

That's for Chuck.

Not me.

Did you hear that?

Come on, hurry!

Where are you going?

Sometimes, after football games...

we all come out here

and when the train passes,

we just make out like crazy.

Or...

we just play chicken.

So, you're just going to let

the train hit you?

Maybe.

All right, stop fooling around.

OK, get off the track.

Ariel! Get off the track!

How can I impose a curfew on

the young people of my congregation

if I can't enforce it in my own home?

Have you been drinking?

I haven't been smoking,

drinking, dancing,

reading books I'm not supposed to.

I'm just late.

Who brought you home just now?

Ren MacCormack.

I don't want you to see that boy again.

- Why?

- Because I've heard he's trouble.

Trouble? Well, man born of woman

is of few days and full of trouble.

Job 14:
1. You know, from the Bible?

Your behavior

has been atrocious, young lady,

and it seems to have started

when Ren MacCormack came to town.

Trust me, Daddy.

Ren's the least of your worries.

Let's get some city life in you.

Good night! This place is gigantic!

Yeah. It's bigger than Bomont.

Hey. I'm gonna get something to drink.

You go out there and shake it.

- Let go!

- I wanna shake it with you.

- Dance with me.

- Nah, I'm good. I'll watch you guys.

- You do this to me every time.

- I'm fine. I'm gonna drink.

Go out there and dance. Have fun.

- Hey. Just go dance with her.

- Willard!

What's the matter with you, huh?

We drove two hours to get here. You're

just gonna stand around and mope?

I don't dance. All right? I don't dance.

I can't dance.

At all.

But it's country line dancing.

It's a white man's wet dream.

Come on.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

- Excuse me, miss?

- Y'all need to learn some new moves?

Sh*t-howdy! You drop me at day care

while you go dance with them girls!

Just learn a box step or two

and meet us out there.

- I got faith in you.

- Yeah.

- Just fall on in.

- All right.

Maybe I should get my drink on first.

You got girls walking around

with Jger shots between their boobies?

No sir, we don't have that here.

Well, you should.

One, two, three. Good, guys.

- One, two, three...

- Stupid.

- Come on, Willard! It's fun!

- I don't drink and dance.

So you're gonna stand around

like a dork the whole night?

I'd rather be a dork

than a dancing dork. Yeah.

Whoa.

Hey, I got hat hair. Come on.

Hey!

She likes to dance.

Yeah!

Hey, shitkicker,

that's my girl you're groping!

Willard, we're just dancing.

Why are you dancing with another man

when you're wearing my hat?

OK, that is disrespectful.

Look, nelly, why don't you go babysit

this girl's purse and fetch me a beer.

Got a better idea. Why don't I kick your

teeth in and grin while I'm doing it?

Willard, no fighting.

You don't even know this guy.

I'll tell you what.

If he can count this high,

I'll give you to the count of three

to get out of my face, man! One!

Willard!

Come on, darlin'. Party with

a real man and ditch this hayseed.

Animal!

- It just happened so fast...

- You got knocked out.

I just remember politely asking him,

"Hey, get off of my girl."

This bridge gives me the creeps.

- Willard!

- Sorry.

- What?

- This is Crosby Bridge.

You know that photo in school?

The one with the teenagers

that all got killed.

This is where it happened.

My brother was driving them home.

They lost control

and they went head on into a truck.

They were seniors. Two of them were

all-state, Ronnie Jamison and...

And my brother. Bobby.

You would've liked him.

I looked up to him.

He was my hero.

But now every time I think about him,

I just think about this bridge.

Four doors, you got a Mazda,

a Nissan, a Cadillac.

Low mileage, really good shape.

Excuse me for one moment.

Hey, Reverend!

Good afternoon.

Hey, you need your oil changed

on that Crown Vic?

No, Wes. I'm not here about my car.

I'm here about my daughter.

OK.

Charlie, I need you to show

Katelin the Cadillac, buddy.

- All right.

- All right?

- Right this way.

- You want to sit down?

Wes, I know your nephew is new in town.

Now I understand that

everybody needs a friend,

but I am not comfortable

with Ren pursuing Ariel.

Pursuing?

Yeah. You have two

little girls of your own,

and I think you should understand

where I'm coming from here, Wes.

- I mean, as a father.

- No, I don't believe that I do.

Why don't you tell me what

Ren did exactly?

Well, I hear he's been

having trouble at school.

Trouble with drugs.

Drugs.

Where'd you hear that?

From Roger? That guy's a bully.

And I'm not just saying that 'cause

he wants me to take down my sign.

It doesn't matter where I heard it, Wes.

I don't want that kind of

influence around my daughter.

Influence, huh?

Reverend, have you ever

seen anybody die from leukemia?

It's slow and ugly,

and that boy had to watch his momma

go all the way through it. Alone.

His daddy was a deadbeat.

Never lifted a finger to help.

When she got sick, he bolted.

It was Ren who took care of her.

Now, you may think that Ren

isn't good enough for your daughter,

but, Reverend, I could argue

it's the other way around.

Well...

I just wanted to make myself clear.

See you in church.

I don't believe this town.

I bring Ariel home past her curfew,

and Reverend Moore is all up in

my uncle's grill, making threats.

Yeah. Well, you know what it is?

You got an attitude problem.

- I got an attitude problem?

- Yeah, you got an attitude problem.

Every chance you get,

you're bad-mouthing this town.

We're small-time, but we got satellites

and cell phones like everyone else.

- We're making some progress.

- Don't talk to me about progress.

I've been here two months and

haven't seen one wet T-shirt contest.

Oh, I know. I don't know

what's up with that.

- That's not me.

- Probably some stupid law against it.

I tell you what. You get

a petition for that, I'd sign it.

Because if we can't have braless,

wet women here in Bomont,

- the terrorists win.

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