Hick Page #2

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He begged me, actually.

But no. No, ma'am.

I just left him there

in the middle of nowhere.

Well, kid, good luck.

Stay straight.

See you around.

No, no, no.

Wait, wait, wait.

Listen, lady.

What do you want?

I could really use

a ride right now.

That guy would kill me.

Where are you headed?

Las Vegas.

Well, I ain't.

If you think I'm

giving any handouts,

you've got

another thing coming.

Come on,

get in the car.

No, no, no, no, no.

Yeah, yeah, no handouts.

I got plenty of money.

No, no, no. That's the

last thing I worry about.

Look, kid, you can't

just go around

telling people

stuff like that.

Like what?

Like about money,

and having plenty of it.

That just marks

you right there.

You hear me?

Yeah.

Good, I'm not looking

for an amateur.

What's your name, kid?

Luli.

Luli?

Oh, what kind

of a name is that?

Poor thing.

Well, I'll tell you what

kind of a name it is.

It's a strange name.

And I'd be willing to bet

you're a strange kid, huh?

Well, what's your name?

Glenda.

That's a name, huh?

I know it's

real pretty.

I always liked it.

Where are you

from anyway?

Um...

(French accent):

Um, Paris.

Um, what?

(Normal voice):

Paris.

You are such

a funny little thing.

Oh, man.

Okay, tell me about

this old junior you ditched.

What did he look like?

Was he easy on

the eyes at least?

Like a real

gunslinger type.

Even had a limp.

Listen, kid, I don't have

time to draw you a map,

but there's a reason

mamas tell their babies

to stay away from

guys like that.

Like, you don't know

the first thing.

How old are you?

Thirteen.

Go on.

Go on. You wanna

try it, don't you?

Figure sooner or later, you're

gonna be doing this anyways,

but it's gonna be

with some skinny f***

giving it to you,

calling it love.

So this way you know.

So what's your

daddy look like?

Maybe I've seen him.

Amen.

Come on. Get your

tail over here.

What? What?

Are you a wily kid?

Am I what?

Wily, do I need

to buy you a dictionary?

Street smart!

Um, yeah, sure.

I guess so, yeah.

Oh, can you f***ing block

the wind for me please?

Oh, thank you.

Glenda, do you

go to church?

Church is for

brunettes.

Okay, here's what

I want you to do.

Um...

you got any

Hubba Bubba, mister?

Sure thing, pumpkin,

right over here.

There you go, sweetie.

Glenda!

Glenda!

It's not exactly what

I had in mind, kid.

Get him off me! Get him off me!

Get him off me! Oh!

Oh, sh*t.

Sh*t!

Is he dead?

F***, I don't know.

Where were you going with

that stupid plan, anyway?

I saw it in a movie.

Come on.

Maybe we should call

someone or something.

Shut up.

But, Glenda, we can't

just leave him there.

Oh, you better

believe we can.

No, we can't.

Amateur.

Listen to me!

What looks weirder?

Two girls call an ambulance

for some old dead guy

and maybe down the road

they figure out some

money's missing?

Or there's some dead guy

lying on the floor,

no one's inside and all

the f***ing money is gone?

Oh, never mind.

Glenda, listen to me!

What do you care?

Well, I gotta live

with myself.

I'm so worried my baby

will be traumatized for life.

We got the best ER in the state.

That's good because we loved

that old man so much.

Let's go.

Bye, thank you.

I mean, is that

my fault, you know?

He probably just got

like a temporary stroke

or something, right?

He's gonna be fine in like an

hour or so, something like that.

He'll be fine.

Oh, come on.

You heard the man.

Kimball has got the

best ER in the state.

Hell, I even

heard of it.

I think that that may

be the most famous

medical establishment

in the world.

There, I said it.

You wanna pray?

Are you f***ing

kidding me?

Hey, watch your

language, kid.

Come on, give

me your hand.

I can't leave my eyes closed

too long while I'm driving.

Dear God, don't let

that old man die yet.

Best wishes, Glenda.

Amen.

Glenda, you got any

more of that stuff?

No kid, fresh out.

All right, I'm gonna let

you in on a little secret.

Are you listening?

Yeah.

There's a little

trick you can do

when you start doing what

you're doing right now,

which is dwelling.

I see it.

You're dwelling,

sweetheart.

You're playing the same song

over and over again on repeat.

Am I right?

Yeah.

Okay, now what

I want you to do

is I want you put a quarter

in that there jukebox

and change the record.

You just change

that record.

Do a different song.

See?

And play something

bright, please.

We're here to celebrate.

Go on.

Put your face on.

You like whiskey?

No.

What are you,

some kind of communist?

Speaking of which,

now that you got some money,

you're gonna have

people on your ass

hounding you,

trying to get it out of you.

A fool and his money

is easy to part

so you gotta learn how to--

Am I boring you?

No.

Go on.

You should be writing

this sh*t down.

I'm giving you gold.

I'm like f***ing

Gandhi over here.

Better fix that B

before people start

calling you Lane's Lanes.

They already do.

Hi, sweetheart.

This here's Luli.

Name is Blane.

Pleased to meet you.

You just gonna stay in here all

day and shake hands,

make small talk or are

you gonna make us a drink?

Thank you.

Hey, Angel.

Oh, little spud, I can't even

get a smile out of you?

I got a present

for you.

Luli, go to the car

and get that you-know-what.

Cover your eyes.

You're just a saint.

Do you like that drink?

I'm drinking it,

ain't I?

Well, well, look.

That sure

is graceful.

You stalking me?

No, come on.

Two folks heading west

are bound to cross paths.

You don't like it,

you get off I-80.

You know, maybe you ought

to mind the company you keep.

Yeah, well, maybe you ought to

mind your own business, cowboy.

You know what I think?

I think me and you, we might

have got off on the wrong foot.

Nighty night.

Don't you let

the bed bugs bite.

Get out of the way!

What's wrong with you?

Come on, Angel.

Come on.

Angel...

it's gonna be okay.

Okay, look, why bring that bunny

all the way from Memphis

and take off like

the place has herpes?

Traffic.

Tell me the truth kid.

Am I gonna see you on the back

of one of them milk cartons?

No.

Because I'm not looking

for no kind of trouble.

Not like I kidnapped you

against your will,

making you do some

f***ing childhood slavery

or some Geraldo sh*t.

Why would I lie to you?

I helped you rob a

convenience store, Glenda.

All right.

All right.

See this place?

Look at it.

Maybe God and all the angels took note

of that blue dress too.

Because when that baby came out

the color of moonlight,

we all knew

something was wrong.

And he was a boy,

all right.

But he wasn't

the kind of boy

you could take out front

and play ball

with, no, sir.

He was just

poor in the colour,

coming off the moon.

You see, it's one thing

to pretend you're James Dean

and tip your hat before riding

off into the setting sun,

but not being able to scrape two

dimes together

makes it so your baby boy

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