Forces of Nature Page #8

Post-feminist. It's aggressive.|You have the power and control.

I know what I'm doing.|Watch my back.

Watch your back?|What, are we on Mod Squad now?

- Hiya. How ya doin'?|- Good.

I was wondering if y'all|had any entertainment.

- We got a pool table out back.|- What would you say to somebody dancing on it...

tor a set price of,|I don't know, $150?

I could guarantee you|a really good show.

- $150 seems like a lot of money.|- What? Look at her.

I am looking at her.|I'm not interested.

How much tor you|to dance?

- Excuse me?|- Ben,

I think this is|one of these places...

where everyone would much rather|see you dance than see me dance.

- You mean-|- Get your hands off of my man

Get your hands off of my man

It's not tunny anymore,|because I don't even like...

to be naked at home|in my shower by myself.

- So, it was okay tor me a minute ago?|- Well, it's on your resume.

If you want me to blurb you|a novel, I could do that.

So much for power and control,|big guy. Get up there.

- All right, I'm sorry.|- There you go.

Oh, watch me ride

I'm a sexual animal|Eat you like a cannibal

Prime for the energy

I'm inflammable

Yeah, I finished my beer|So come here

And get nice while I|Lick your ear

Put your legs over there

And kinda swing on a chair

I swear you look wicked

When your hand|is in your hair

Eyes half closed|Cute little nose

And like a pound|of self raising

I roll and roll

Step out of my clothes

Like I'm doing|the right thing

It was pumping|and she was frightening

Yeah, lightning flashed|and thunder roared

They're really cheering tor you.|You're doing a great job.

Nope. Everyone in here|is looking at your ass.

This is where|I'm lost all night

If loving you is wrong|I don't want to be right

If loving you is wrong

I don't wanna be right

Don't wanna be right

If I come first|Well, that's not worse

One take like an earthquake

I'll take a delight in making|the bedsprings sing all night

If loving you is wrong|I don't want to be right

- Whoo! Ha ha! Can do! Let's check it out.|- Come on.

Whoo-hoo-hoo!|Look at that!

Convertible style.

I'm a sexual animal

Eat you like a cannibal

Well, I didn't have...

the g-string and the cowboy boots, but, uh,|I think it was a good showing nonetheless.

Don't be too proud ot yourself.|You weren't that good, Ben.

Don't be jealous.

It's amazing, because the things you find|so exotic and interesting right now...

are gonna be the same things that|you're gonna hate me for in the end.

Why am I hating you|in this scenario? What's-

Okay?|Trust me.

A lot ot stutf's happened really tast.|You're just not registering it.

It's registering, okay?|I'm a gay dancer and I'm proud.

I'm a gay, gay strip dancer|and I love it.

Registered. Cha-ching! Change!

The password is "denial," okay?|You've known me two days.

Two days. Now we're on our way down|to go break up your marriage.

That has|nothing to do with you.

I don't believe you.

I don't either.

Amanda is beginning to gather|strength as it continues...

its journey in the Atlantic.

It's currently|a category two hurricane.

The hurricane is continuing|its push towards the northwest,

and that means the coastlines|of Georgia and South Carolina-

He'll make it.

That's it right there.|Yep.

- Oh, my God, that's Carl.|- Carl?

My husband.

Surprise, sweetheart.|Who's this?

I know it's not the guy you're trying to|sell the place to, 'cause I got an injunction.

Bullshit.

This is so fake.

You can't even get|an injunction that tast, all right?

- What are you doing this to me for?|- Carl.

- I have to get back pretty soon, so-|- This is my place, okay?

- I bought it with my money.|- Your place?

- Yeah.|- For chrissakes, Sarah, we're married.

You wanna sell the place?|That's fine, we'll sell the place.

You can send the money down to your kid|it that's what your worried about.

Now, come on.

Come on, angel.|You got no place else to go.

I'm not going, Carl.

You ungratetul b*tch.

- What?|- Hey. Hold on.

- Nobody's talking to you, my friend.|- Okay. Just cool it.

- Sarah, get in the car.|- I'm not going, Carl. Forget it. Not going.

- I said get in the car, now!|- No, I'm not getting in the car!

Goddamn you.|Hey, what's your problem?

You sleep with her and you|think that means something?

- You don't know what you're|talking about. - Don't you tell me-

- Ohh!|- You all right? You okay?

- Did you find my thumb?|- Get outta here, Carl.

- Go! Go!|- You know, I got news tor you, buddy.

- You're just the next number on the list.|- Just go home, man.

You know what happened with her kid?|What did she tell you?

Carl, don't.|CarI, don't.

- She let the dad raise him? Well, that's bullshit!|- Shut up.

The kid|chose the tather.

She was never|even around.

But even a six-year-old|could see.

You can't trust her.

Enjoy the ride, pal.

- Hey, are you okay?|- Yeah.

Oh, Jesus.|Now I can't even go see him.

Who?|Your little boy?

Hey.

- Why? Because of $25,000?|- Yeah.

Aw, Sarah.

I don't know anything|about raising kids,

but I don't think $25,000|is gonna win him over.

I think he wants to see you.

Can't win him over. He obviously|doesn't want what I have to ofter.

Sarah, you have the most|incredible ability...

to make people|absolutely crazy about you.

No, I have the ability|to make people crazy.

That's what I can do.|Really well.

Sarah, everybody loves you.

You just-

You just think|they're all wrong.

When does your wedding start?

Well.

Seventeen minutes late.

Ben's usually|very prompt.

You must be|so very proud of him.

I hate to interrupt,|but I think the hurricane...

may arrive|betore the groom.

Good Lord.

Ben, where are you?

Look, we'll-

I just wanna get my bearings|here for a second.

Okay.

- Well.|- All right.

Two strangers arrive at a wedding.|One invited, one is not.

And as the guests arrive|and the appetizers are served,

the true drama untolds just minutes|trom the altar.

I don't think I'm gonna be able|to blurb my way out of this one.

Nope.|Probably not.

Okay. All right.

I'm just gonna|run in there...

just put a quick stop|to this whole wedding thing, you know.

Maybe grab a tew|gifts on the way out.

- You need anything? Bread maker?|- Um-

- Cuisinart?|- No, no, I think I'm good.

Yeah.

You will be here|when I come back, won't you?

Oh, well, you know me.

I would not presume.

All right. Wish me luck.

Ben, do me a favor and just|forget about luck, okay?

Forget about loyalty,|forget about...

being nice, torget about|polite, okay?

Because this is the rest ot your lite|and possibly somebody else's too.

- Yeah.|- You know?

Yeah.

Just be honest.

If her tather happens|to shoot me on my way out,

I guess I'll see you in heaven.

Yeah.|I don't think I deserve heaven.

Ah, Sarah.

You deserve so much more|than you think.

You deserve to be|with somebody...

who will be really, really depressed|if your plane goes down.

- Hey, Ben.|- Hey, man, what happened to you?

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