Grandview U.S.A. Page #3
- R
- Year:
- 1984
- 97 min
- 170 Views
Come on, hold that
stomach in, honey. Side, side.
Dad, you know Mike Cody?
What about her?
I went to the Speedrome today to...
- I don't want you to go out there.
- Why?
I just don't, you got it?
Got what? What's going on?
Nothing is going on.
Do you have to resist everything
that I ever say to you?
I'm not resisting you,
I'd like something better than "no."
- You're resisting with that attitude.
- You always turn everything around.
Ah, don't use that Psychology Today
routine on me.
- I'm not in the mood for it.
- Dinner's on.
- Let's go eat.
- I'm not hungry.
Susan, let's eat.
Susan, let's eat!
You don't have to yell.
Why is everyone always yelling at me?
I'm not bothering anyone. I'm sick
of everyone always yelling at me.
Slam, there's a Hungry-Man
dinner in the oven.
Where you going?
- I told you.
- Told me what?
I'm going marketing, honey.
Dressed like that?
Well, I was gonna go naked
but my ass sticks to the car seat.
Bye, honey.
I haven't seen you in a long time.
Hey, Uncle Bob, how you doing?
My back's killing me.
Every time I piss, it burns like
I got a butane lighter stuck up my ass.
Otherwise, everything's just peachy.
How are you?
Making it.
What are you drinking tonight?
I'll have a beer.
You got it.
How's Aunt Winnie?
Oh, hell, she's fine.
I need to ask you a favor.
Shoot.
I need to borrow some money.
Okay.
How much you need, kiddo?
Ten thousand dollars.
Ten thousand?
Hmm. I love you, I truly do, but...
Oh, Winnie would pass a kidney stone
if I loaned you anything like that.
I know, you don't have to explain.
I know I don't, damn it, but I'm...
I'm just sorry.
- You were better off out in California...
- Oh, Bob, please.
Now, listen to me.
You are smart and you are pretty
and you could be or do almost
anything in the world you wanted to,
but no, no, no, not you.
You're gonna hold your head up high.
Let me just tell you something,
when you're neck deep in sh*t,
you got no choice-
- But to hold your head up high.
- But to hold your head up high.
I am my father's daughter.
Quiet down back there.
- Slam.
- Give me another round.
Listen, I'm gonna slam you
the hell out of here
if you break that damn game.
Give me another round.
No way, Jose.
- Oh, sh*t, I'll get it myself.
- Whoa.
- Come on, I'll take you home.
- I'm all right.
Yeah, bullshit.
- I'm all right.
- Come on.
- No.
- Look, do you wanna fight?
I don't hit women.
Good, I don't hit drunks.
Hey, I'm sorry, everybody.
There's only two kinds of drunks.
Those that are sorry
and those that soon will be.
all right?
Yeah, no problem.
If he gets antsy on you,
you just rap his head
on the pavement a couple of times.
What's that?
Five hundred dollars.
Winnie doesn't know about it.
The Internal Revenue
doesn't know about it.
and that's just the way I wanna keep it.
- I can't take it.
- Sure you can.
Now just put it in your pocket.
Oh, goddamn it.
Come on.
Go on now. Get out.
Slam? Slam.
Wait a minute.
No, Slam, this way.
You love anybody, Mike?
Yeah, I guess so.
Did you ever love me?
You're drunk.
I know that.
I'm just asking you a question.
Hey, you know...
You are a beautiful woman.
Don't even think about it, Slam,
because I'll kick your ass
drunk or sober.
Goddamn, you're hostile.
I'm not gonna jump on you.
Couldn't get it up now if you were
a pair of twins in a vat of Mazola oil.
Stop it.
Wait, wait. Oh.
- Jeez.
- Ha, ha. Oops.
You remember that time we all went
skinny-dipping out at the lake?
- Uh-uh.
- Oh, come on, you know...
The night your old man caught us
trying to rip off a keg of beer
from the concession stand?
That was a long time ago, Slam.
Man.
I had a crush on you.
like I had the plague.
Because you're so goddamn weird.
You always scared the crap out of me.
Hell, you broke Glen Reynolds' nose
when he tried to get in your pants.
I didn't break yours.
No, you just broke my head when you
ran off with that jerk-off dopehead.
Mike?
Yeah?
It's okay, Slam.
Yo! Hey, what are you doing,
birdwatching or something?
What's wrong with you, you sick?
I don't know.
Maybe I ought to call it
and head home.
You don't look so hot.
Yeah, baby.
- Slide on in.
- Thank you, baby.
- Oh, sh*t.
- What?
- Ernie.
- Who?
- Ernie, Slam, my husband.
- Oh, no.
Start the car.
Out of the car, both of you, now.
Wait a second, Ernie.
I said, get out of the car.
- It's not what you...
- It's not what I what?
I suppose the greaseball there
is just a f***ing figment
of my imagination, right?
Slam, this is Donny. We were just...
You were just boffing him
in my bed, weren't you?
In my goddamn bed
in my goddamn house!
I am warning you,
get out of the goddamn car now.
Hey, pal, why don't you just cool off
a few degrees?
You talking to me, pal?
Better move your truck, pal.
Move the pickup, right now.
What, do you think
you're going somewhere?
Get out of the car.
Damn it, move the pickup.
I'll give you to the count of five
to get out of that car.
- Stop it, Ernie.
- One.
- Get your hands off the car.
- Two.
Three.
Four, five.
Hey, I'm warning you.
Oh, yeah?
Stop it, you son of a b*tch.
Just get out of the car, pal.
F*** you, Jake, you're nuts.
Oh, yeah?
You wanna see nuts?
I'll show you nuts.
This is nuts, pal.
Oh, sh*t.
Ernie!
Oh, sh*t!
He's gone crazy.
He's gonna kill us.
- No, no!
- Let go, damn it.
- Let go.
- Don't shoot him.
Oh, damn it!
Oh, my God.
Candy, are you all right?
I shot him, I shot him.
Are you hit?
Does a duck have lips?
Okay, now you sure nobody wants
to press charges against nobody else?
Well, in that case, have a nice day.
Come on, I'll give you a ride home.
Candy, look, hey.
You just stay away from me.
I'll get home on my own.
Hey.
Oh, sh*t.
What are you doing here?
I can't go home.
Did she kick you out?
Right on my ass.
Got some, uh, peace-bond thing
sworn out on me.
Not only can't I sleep
in my own bed with my own wife,
I gotta f***ing stay
50 feet away from her.
Like I'm supposed to carry
a damned tape measure
around with me or something.
What happened?
Poor judgment on my part. Ha, ha.
- Did you beat her up?
- Hell no.
I beat up her boyfriend's car.
Sells washing machines
over in Cartersville.
He's one of these slick creeps
with all them gold chains
and a Coppertone tan.
You got the worst taste in women
of any man I've ever known.
Well, screw you and thanks a lot.
What, all of a sudden, you're an expert
on marriage, the divorced old maid?
At least
I'm not afraid of being alone.
Or whatever's
spooking you so bad,
you'd rather eat it
and babysit some little tease.
Oh, hell, Mike.
I know a lot of girls
playing the same game as Candy.
Suckering some airhead
like you into playing house.
Translation
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Grandview U.S.A." Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 4 Jul 2024. <https://www.scripts.com/script/grandview_u.s.a._9273>.
Discuss this script with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In