Footloose Page #8

the last thing I said to him.

Well, it ain't so easy

with time, either.

With my mother, I always thought

there'd be this day where we got to

say our good-byes.

But, you know, death...

death is on its own clock.

Yes... it is.

Look, I know you and the council

voted against us having this dance,

but it's not gonna

stop it from happening.

Andy Beamis gave us

permission to use his place.

And with your permission...

sir.

I would like to take Ariel to the dance.

Now I promise you,

I would never, ever do anything

to hurt her or disrespect her.

And I sure as hell

won't let anybody else.

I didn't mean to swear

in your church. I'm sorry.

Wouldn't be the first time.

The dance means a lot to me.

I mean, you know that.

But your daughter... she means more.

And if you don't let her go,

I'm not gonna go.

I know you got to do what you got to do.

Well, thank you for...

Thank you.

I'm standing before you today

with a troubled heart.

I've insisted on taking

responsibility for your lives.

But I'm really...

just like a first-time parent

who makes mistakes,

and learns as he goes along.

And, like that parent,

I find myself at that moment

when I have to decide...

do I hold on

or do I trust you to yourselves?

Do I let go and hope that

you've understood my lessons?

If we don't start

trusting our children...

how will they

ever become trustworthy?

I'm told that the senior class

at Bomont High School

has secured the use of a warehouse

in nearby Bayson for a senior dance.

Please join me

in keeping them in our prayers...

that our Lord will guide them

in their endeavors.

Now, if you will turn to your hymnals...

page 472.

- See? Who said there's no miracles?

"Just As I Am Thine Own To Be."

- Willard, look in there.

- What is this?

- Grab hold.

- Grab hold. All right, let's lift!

C'mon, c'mon...

You look stunning!

Really? Is it OK, though?

I mean, it's not too simple, right?

Oh, baby, simple elegance

is something to strive for.

Well, you can't go to a prom

without a corsage.

Oh, my gosh. Mom! It's beautiful.

- You didn't have to do that.

- I didn't.

No red boots?

Not tonight.

- Can you help me pin this?

- Sure.

It's not that kind of corsage.

It goes on your wrist.

You have no idea how hard it is for me

to let you walk out that door.

I just want what every parent wants.

I want my kids to come home safe.

I know it's been hard on you.

And I know I haven't made it any easier.

I just don't want you to be

disappointed in me any more.

No. You are my angel.

And I will always love you.

Hey, Daddy, guess what?

We're dancing.

I was going to come up and...

What? What's the matter?

You look beautiful.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Come here.

Shaw, come over here. You've got

to see them. They look wonderful!

- They're gonna think that we're spying.

- We are spying. Come here!

Let me get the door for you.

Ren, it's OK.

I can go through your door.

Hold on, I gotta kick it

from the other side.

Ren, stop.

Come here.

- Won't you give me a hand?

- Yes.

- You OK?

- I'm good.

OK.

That was smooth.

Good job, Ariel.

Hey. C'mon.

Hey, Woody. By the looks of it, I'd say

our offensive line has no backbone.

You should move your team

down the field, captain. Come on.

Come on.

Huddle up. Come on.

Y'all see them women over there?

They ain't looking for

a first down, or a touchdown.

They're looking for some men to

take charge and ask them to dance.

Y'all gonna ride the bench

or are you gonna man up?

Come on, now. Hands in.

- Break!

- Straighten up, boy!

- Here you go, my lady.

- Thank you.

When you said you were

gonna wear a cowboy hat,

I didn't know how I'd feel about it.

Now that you've seen me in it,

what's the verdict?

You're sexier than socks on a rooster.

That's the nicest thing

you've ever said to me.

I mean it, stud.

Cute.

Remember, you promised.

No fighting.

- Willard. Don't you look pretty.

- What can I do for you tonight, Chuck?

We got some business to take care

of with our friend MacCormack.

Let's be cool,

no fights tonight, all right?

I get it. No fighting.

Willard! Are you OK? Let go of me!

Shut him up.

- MacCormack! Get on out here, boy!

- Willard!

What do you want me to do?

They started this!

Then kill the sons of b*tches!

Russell, handle that now! Come on!

Hey, Chuck!

Hey, Yankee Doodle. Why don't you

come on down and get your ass kicked.

You're real tough when it's four to one.

Rusty! Get your hands off of her!

You freak, don't you

ever touch her like that! Ever!

You like that?

You want some more!

Yeah! Go, Dogs!

You want to take me?

Yeah, run away like a little b*tch!

You wanna dance, boy?

The race is over, Chuck.

- Ren, Ren, watch out!

- Play fair, punk!

Thanks to Mr. Beamis.

How about a little less boxing

and a little more boogie?

- It feels like a morgue in there!

- I'm on it.

- You OK?

- Yeah. Are you OK?

Yeah. My little brawler.

You look beautiful, come on!

Thank you. I kicked his ass!

Hey! I thought this was a party!

Let's dance!

- I need you to hold my jacket

- What are you doing?

Back up, sweetheart.

I don't know how big

this is going to get.

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