Four Friends Page #2

- Tell it to him!

- Fellow students...

don't be misled by those people.

We're not fodder for their mills.

We're seekers of destiny...

- with a spark of genius inside each of us!

- Get him out.

They've turned this temple of knowledge

into a den of thieves!

Hallelujah, brother Danilo!

...that free men might serve in bondage.

- Let us get quiet.

- Just forget him. He's a foreigner.

Sit down! Jack.

As I was saying...

the steel industry offers job opportunities

for all of us.

No more

Hit the road, Jack

and don't you come back no more

Girl, what you say?

Hit the road, Jack

and don't you come back no more, no more

Hit the road, Jack

and don't you come back no more

Let's get quiet.

Please! Not at table.

Bigmouth in school.

He thinks he's better.

He thinks he's better than I am.

You are not better.

You are nothing.

You make me humiliated.

Son who is a Communist.

They tell me at factory.

Fight back!

You coward.

Fight back!

You are like many of them I knew.

You want to hide from life...

but life will find you, you will see...

and step on you.

It will happen.

- Come on, Gergley, shoot the ball.

- Prozor, when's my turn to get Georgia?

- Gergley's an a**hole.

- Everything's put away.

Get a load of Rudy.

Gergley hooks.

Let's go. Danny, come on. Play with us.

Out of my way, jibo.

- Don't call me that, Gergley.

- All right, n*gger.

You don't scare nobody, fat ass.

Sharon, run!

Come on, Rudy. I got something for you.

I'm gonna get rid of you

and have a party with the girl, Rudy.

I'll kill you, honky. I'll kill all of y'all.

- I'll kill you, mother...

- Come on, Danny.

Where do you think you're going, Jew boy?

- Gergley, you son of a b*tch!

- Get out of the way, Prozor.

Let's burn his ass.

Come here, Rudy.

I got something for you. Come on.

Hey, n*gger, come here.

Fire!

The Marcels with the Number 7 sound

in our town:

Blue Moon. Checking the time...

What's happening?

What the hell's happening?

Other arms reach out to me

Other eyes smile tenderly

Still in peaceful dreams I see

The road leads back to you

I say Georgia

Georgia

Oh, Georgia

You can't just wait there all night, Danny.

- Tell her goodbye.

- I will.

Autumn came early that year.

At least, it did on Aberdeen Lane.

Georgia's house,

once so full of music and noise...

fell silent.

The whole street

seemed to be holding its breath...

or maybe it was just that I was.

Georgia

The whole day through

All right, that's enough!

Enough? It's too much.

I used to like that song

till I heard it played every day for two years.

Here it is.

The moon, my friend, can save the Earth.

Wars will stop...

hostilities and suspicions cease

when we realize...

from out there, that the Earth

is nothing more than a dot...

a comma in the great poem of the universe.

And you accuse me

of being a sentimental cornball?

I'm a scientific cornball.

Come on, get over here.

Take a peek at the future.

It's beautiful, the future.

- Come on! Take a peek.

- All right, Louie. I'll take a look.

It better be good.

Sometimes...

I can actually see the whole universe:

The galaxies...

and the stars, the planets.

And, yes, when stars collide,

it's out of loneliness.

They're out there orbiting in the void...

and they collide, as if to embrace.

God, I hope I'm alive

when we land on the moon.

Of course you'll be alive. Horny, but alive.

- In case I'm not...

- I don't want to listen to that stuff.

...let's make a promise to each other.

The minute that first man

lands the first foot on the moon...

at that very instant, you think of me.

And I, if such things are possible...

I will think of you.

Is that a deal?

You got it.

Wonderful. Gives me something

to look forward to.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

wrote many sonnets.

One of her most famous

is Sonnet Number 43.

"How do I love thee?

Let me count the ways"

I'm sorry, but the first line of the sonnet

is not the question.

Northwestern.

"I love thee with a passion put to use

In my old grief

"and with my childhood faith"

For 10 points,

complete the last four lines of the poem.

- "I love you"...

- You'll have to speak up, Mr. Prozor.

"I love you

like the Pilgrim loves the Holy Land

"Like the wayfarer loves his wayward ways

"Like the immigrant that I am loves America

"And the blind man

the memory of his sighted days"

That is not correct.

Quickly.

James Fenimore Cooper wrote

The Last of the Mohicans.

Thank you for letting me see your television.

My husband does not like television.

Mrs. Zoldos stipulated in her will

that I take care of the funeral arrangements.

So I did.

She was my first customer.

I was losing my old friends,

and I wasn't making any new ones.

I walked around

looking sad and miserable...

hoping that everybody would notice

what a tragic figure I was.

What am I doing?

- Throwing your stuff around.

- I'm hiding out, that's what I'm doing!

Hiding out after three years.

I can't believe I'm looking into grad schools

to continue doing it.

I must be insane!

I think you're just horny.

I'm serious, damn it.

Hormonal crises

can bring about intellectual despair.

Just think of having a girl here.

She starts undoing

the buttons on her blouse.

It falls. She slips out of her slip.

It falls. She stands there looking at me.

And I'm looking

at the tan she got that summer.

And then she takes off what's left on.

And I can see the secret white outline

of her summer vacation...

as she tiptoes through her fallen wardrobe

toward me.

I'm going crazy.

Danny boy, we need some snatch.

I need it. Help. Snatch!

It must be nice...

to make love to a girl.

But you know what? I'm kind of terrified

of dying without ever knowing what it's like.

What are you talking about?

Science is making all kinds of progress,

that's what you keep telling me.

- Are you lying to me?

- No.

But viruses are making progress, too.

Tell Daddy I'm cured!

Bye, Sis. Kiss Mom.

It was a nice weekend.

We should do it again.

- I could've taken the train.

- I'm telling you, it's nothing.

You didn't have to buy a car.

I'm rich, very rich. Palm Island rich.

My Daddy made it big in steel.

Blessed be the pig iron,

the slag, and the open hearth.

She's getting married.

At least she invited you.

- I hope she and Tom will be very happy.

- No, you don't, but I hope you do.

Quiz Bowl kid comes to kiss the bride?

- What happened?

- I got married.

No, the...

I scratched it. Very stylish, don't you think?

The minister couldn't take his eyes off it.

So did you come to kiss or sulk?

Louie. I'd like you to meet my good buddy,

Louie Carnahan.

Georgia, Tom.

- Hello, David.

- Hello, Louie. Thanks for coming.

Yes, I've heard about all of you.

- I hope that you and Tom will be very happy.

- I hope so, too.

- What about David and me?

- Yes, of course, it's just that...

the custom calls for the bride and groom...

I think I better shut up.

David?

- She asked me and...

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