Going All the Way Page #3

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She's, uh...

She's nice.

She's good.

You know, she's...

She's Buddy.

And she's available.

Right, exactly.

See what I'm saying?

It's not just

getting laid we want.

That's not it.

It's something else,

right?

It's something...

something extra.

It's a little something...

different?

Exactly.

It's something different.

You got it.

I mean, say you could

only eat one thing...

for the rest of

your life, right?

Say, I don't know,

peach pie, OK?

Now, fine, great,

maybe you love peach pie.

Maybe peach pie

is great to you.

But that's all you get?

I mean morning, noon,

and night, peach pie?

Breakfast, lunch,

dinner, peach pie.

Peach pie,

day in, day out,

Day in, peach pie.

I mean, for God's sake,

Maybe you want some

blueberry one day.

There's nothing

wrong with that.

You know, maybe

you want some... some...

some chocolate cream.

Lemon chiffon.

Lemon chiffon.

God, you know exactly

what I'm talking about.

I want a Sunday

kind of love

Yeah.

Interesting.

I really think he's...

he's on to something here.

How can you tell?

Well, uh,

his use of color.

You know,

the reds and the green.

And like, you know,

The movement that he gets.

You know?

Right.

How long you supposed

to look at it?

Oh, my.

Talk about art, hmm?

Uh, excuse me.

Hi.

Hi.

Do I, uh...

Do I know you

from somewhere?

Because you look

very familiar to me.

Mmm, I don't think so.

What's your name?

Marty.

Sonny.

Marty, Sonny.

Sonny, this is Marty.

Hi.

Go ahead.

Yeah, Marty was at Shortly.

She was a couple

years behind us.

Yeah, I went to Shortly, too.

But I don't think

we actually met.

But then

we wouldn't have,

You being a big rod

and all.

Isn't that what they

called you golden boys?

Oh, well, you know,

that was high school.

And college, too.

Depauw, wasn't it?

Football star,

big man on campus,

B.M.O.C.

So, you went, uh...

You went back east

to college?

Uh-huh. And I'm going to go back

and live there.

Really? Uh, when?

Oh, when I serve

my time here.

Well, daddy would

let me go now.

But mother thinks

if I stay here,

I'll meet a nice Jewish boy

at the country club,

get married,

and grow up to bejust like her.

So, I'm taking courses

at Harrod and painting.

If I can hack it for a year,

I get my freedom.

Ayear from now,

I'll be gone.

Where are you going?

Well, New York, of course.

Sure.

- Sure.

- Yeah, I mean, you know.

Is there any place else?

No, absolutely not.

No, I meant what

part of New York?

You know,

I actually, uh...

Well, I may be heading there myself,

as a matter of fact,

to do some studying

on the G.I. Bill.

Oh.

What would you study?

Well, you know...

philosophy maybe.

Philos...

Philosophy.

Or, uh...

Well, or...

art.

Art, yeah.

You know, I figure art.

Probably something,

you know,

something to do with,

you know, art.

Art.

Well, I've got to run.

Oh, thanks for

the coffee.

Did she leave?

Marty.

Hold on a second.

Hold on there

for a second.

Listen, I was, uh...

Well, I was thinking

maybe, you know,

we could get together

sometime, you know.

'Cause, uh...

Because I...

I want to talk to you

about some stuff.

You know, I was thinking

we could get together...

and talk about some, uh...

some... stuff.

Like what?

Well, uh...

OK, would you at least

give me your phone number?

It's in the book.

You all right?

Did you twist your ankle?

No, my ankle's fine.

I just got such

a goddamn hard-on,

I can barely walk.

Yeah, she's...

I don't even

know what she is.

She's something else.

She just thinks

I'm a dumb jock.

Oh, no, really?

You think?

Why don't you tell her

about zen and that stuff?

You know,

take her to see some art.

I don't know sh*t

about art, OK?

Oh, really,

really, you do.

You know,

you look like you do.

You know how

to stand and...

What happened to us?

I thought we came down here

to improve our minds, right?

We were going to

see some real art.

Wasn't that the idea?

I guess even art

leads to p*ssy.

I guess.

Come on, man, let's go.

Sonny, I want you to meet...

a wonderful man.

Happy to meet you, son.

I'm Luke Matthews.

Mr. Matthews

wrote a book.

Well, I'm going to leave you

two alone...

for a little while.

I've got to run.

"Matthews is a pseudonym...

for a hardened convict...

who found god

on a prison rock pile. "

Mr. Matthews,

I believe there's been

a misunderstanding.

What's that?

That is my mother.

Your mother understands

that you were troubled,

and she wishes

to help you.

My mother does

not understand...

that I'm sick of

hearing about God.

I don't believe in God.

And frankly,

I don't even like the guy.

Well, you can't

dislike something...

or somebody that doesn't exist,

can you?

Mr. Matthews,

I think I just need to...

I need to figure some things out

for myself.

Yes, but at your age,

you need to be watchful.

We can come under the influence

of magnetic people,

and not realize they may walk

in evil ways...

and take others with them

on the downward path.

Are you talking about

Gunner Casselman?

Is that who you're talking about?

Because...

Is that right?

Because if you're talking

about Gunner Casselman,

he happens to be

a good friend of mine.

He's great.

He's a good friend.

And I believe

I'm at an age now, sir,

where I can begin

to pick my own friends.

And frankly, if I want to hang out

with Lucky Lucciano,

I will, sir.

The ways of evil may seem glamorous

at first,

until you view them from inside prison

bars as I have.

Mr. Matthews,

I'm really glad that you're out

on bail... parole.

You did your time

or whatever.

But I think I need

to lead my own damn life.

You're at a turning point, son.

Then I'll make

the goddamn turn myself.

- Yeah, so I'm trying

to snow her, right?

With a bunch of

intellectual sh*t.

Right, right.

And she keeps shooting me down,

you know?

And every once in a while,

she's yawning, OK?

Ha ha ha ha!

And she's really

pissing me off.

Finally she makes

this crack...

about how boring people are

in the Midwest.

I just flipped

my lid right there.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I just said exactly

what I thought,

not giving a sh*t

if she liked it or not.

Absolutely. What'd you say?

What'd you say?

I just looked right

at her and I said,

"Hey, look, b*tch,

maybe I didn't go

to school back east, OK?

And I'm no egghead.

And maybe I am

just a dumb jock.

But I know a few things...

you don't know.

Like I know how to f*** you.

And I know you want it too. "

Yeah, so what...

What did she say?

She was jelly.

Jelly.

Oh, goddamn it!

Is this

in the Jewish style?

What?

Well, I'm not

really familiar...

with this style

of painting.

So, I naturally assumed...

that since you're

taking lessons...

from that little

Jewish girl...

You know what, Mother?

You don't have to keep saying

Jewish all the time.

You can just

call her Marty.

That's her name.

Does it bother you

that she's Jewish?

No, Mother.

It bothers you.

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