Mask Page #4

That's not true.|- Bullshit!

Bullshit yourself! Lots of young guys|got problems getting girls.

What if I was your Dad?|- I'd hate that too!

I'm sorry. Maybe I was wrong.|- Goddamn right you were!

But it had nothing to do|with your face. - Bullshit, Mom!

Where are you going?

Hey, Rock, how's it going?

Your mother sometimes does|the wrong thing for the right reason.

You always stick up for her, Gar.

Then she pisses you off and you split.|Then you come back.

It's all so nuts.

First time I met your mother,|she was workin' at a bar.

She had to wear|this cheesy little two-piece thing.

I could tell she hated it.

Takin' a lot of sh*t|from a lot of a**holes.

I asked to take her home.

She said she was going to get her kid|and have his picture taken.

At one of those stores.

I said I'd ride her and the kid|on the bike. She liked that.

She came out of|your grandma's house with you.

You were 5, maybe 6.

Well, sh*t. You didn't|look like your regular kid, right?

We get down to the store

and she's standing in line|with the rest of the mothers and kids.

All the mothers and kids|are staring at you.

When it's your turn, she puts you|on this big red block.

The guy taking the picture|nearly shits.

You're sitting there with your nose|and this big damn smile on your face.

I looked over at her...

and I never saw|a woman more beautiful

than the way she was looking at you.|Jesus!

Hey, Screech, come here.

Here comes Rocky.

I'm not going.|- Why?

I don't have anything to wear.|- I got that problem all the time.

Hey, it's my goddamn graduation!

You don't care|but it's a big deal to me.

Remember who you are, boy.|You ain't citizen like your friend...

What's his name?|With letters on his shirt? - Eric.

Wear your jeans, for Christ's sake.|- I can't wear jeans to my graduation.

Bullshit!|Get me another beer and we're going.

What?

Get me another beer. Now!

We all chipped in

and Gar picked it out.|- But you gotta wear it.

That's a point.

What do you say?

Thank you, everybody.

Go get it on.

Before we send our students|on to senior high, we would like

to acknowledge some of our stars.|An academic award in English

is presented to Caroline Miles.

For academic excellence|in mathematics:

Rocky Dennis.

Thanks.

Stay here. For achievement|in history: Rocky Dennis.

And...

for academic excellence|in science...

Rocky Dennis!

That's my family.

Have a nice summer.

I'm...

real...

proud...

of...

you...

Rocky.

Thanks, Doze.

Grandma! Grandpa!

Mom? - Yeah?|- You up? - Yeah.

Mom, they're here!|- Bring them in.

Morning, Gar.|- Mornin', Rock. - Come on.

Why don't you play this one straight?|Give your old man a chance.

What a terrific idea.|Why didn't I think of that?

You go ahead.|I'll put on my wings and halo.

Gotta get a picture of that.

Honey boy! - What are you|gonna do? Try out for the Nicks?

Look how tall he's getting, Evelyn!|Come on, fake, fake! That's a boy!

Stop that, say hello to the boy.

So, show us the new house.

Abe, don't start anything.|You promised, Abe.

Come on in.

Hello, Abe. - Hey, sonofabitch!|Look who's back! - Gar!

Let me show you my dog.|- That's all you need, a damn dog.

Does she have cleanser?|- That's not your job.

I just want to give her a hand.|I'm not going to do anything.

Quite a mutt.

Hey, that's terrible. - What?|- Hole in your infield.

That's got to go.|- Oh God!

Oh sh*t!|I mean, wow! Peewee Reese!

Consider it a belated|graduation present. - It's wonderful.

Why don't you show the dog to|your grandma. - OK. Come on, Screech!

Hi, Pop.

There she is.

Looking like a million.|- You look great too, Pop.

Hey, Ma, you wanna do the windows|while you're at it? - Gramps?

Where did you get that Peewee?|I've been looking for it for 2 years.

I found it a couple of months ago|in a store, just waiting for me.

Abe, how does it feel to be retired?

It's driving me crazy. A man's only|as good as his last day of work.

How long are you staying, Pop?|- Hey, she's trying to get rid of us!

No, I wanted to make some nice lunch.|- You cooking? No ordering out?

No, I got roast.|You like roast.

Yeah, I couldn't chew it|the last time...

I thought the roast was delicious.

What are they learnin' you at school?|- Same old stuff, math, history...

Yeah? First you get an education|then a job with some security.

I tried to tell that to your mother.

She never went for the old 9 to 5.

What was it you said, Rusty?|I'm really more...

The freelance type.

Yeah, the freelance type!

I got her a job interview once at the|gas company. Luca Pezio's brother,

what the hell was his name?

She shows up in this kooky outfit|with her hair up to here

and these lines painted under here.|Looked like she had spiders

under her eyes.|Remember that, Rusty?

Yeah, I remember, Pop.|The guy's name was Vinny.

He wanted to give me a job.|He also wanted to give me a bonus.

So, I took the bonus and|told him to shove the job up his ass.

Florence!

Rocky, find out|what time the game's on the tube.

It usually starts at two thirty|but I'll check.

Wow! Grandpa gave me tickets|to the game! Can I go? Check it out!

Come on, Rocky, let's go.|The team needs you.

Bye, Mom. See, you, Gar.|- See you, Rock.

He tried, honey, he really tried.|- It's OK, Mom.

Anyway, I'm glad Gar is back.

Don't you want to wave goodbye?|- No, I don't.

Bye!

If you get wasted on that crap|I ain't gonna baby-sit you.

You must be confusing me with someone|who gives a sh*t. - Must be.

This is not going to work.

I'm doing things to please you|and I'll end up hating you for it.

Come on, baby, you and your old man|been going through this sh*t forever.

Got to you again, didn't he?|Got you ready for a 2-hour screamer.

Got you to a place where I'd|put you through the wall. - Go ahead!

Why should you be any different|than any other guy I've been with?

Look what I got.

Florence?

What did you do today?|Some smack? Ludes?

Some promise you made!|In front of Grandma and Grandpa, too.

Why? Why do you do this, Mom?

I'm not going to hang around|all summer for this.

I'm going to a camp where|everybody's blind. It'll be a break.

Who's going to take care of things?

You! You're gonna have to take care|of things including yourself.

That'll be something new, won't it?

Come on, let's get it together!|- Come on, Dewey!

Kevin, turn off the radio.

Come on. Summer,|can you get them over here, please?

Hey, you in the back,|take that mask off so I can see you.

Well, I'll try|but it ain't gonna be easy.

Gee, I'm sorry.|I really thought it was a mask.

It's OK.|Happens all the time. No big deal.

Hi, Rocky, I'm Norman Kaplan.|Glad to have you aboard.

Walter Simms told me a lot about you.|- Jake wants you in the kitchen.

Put your gear over there|and give Dewey a hand over there?

Thanks.

Make myself well.

Make myself well.

We're almost there.|You guys haven't missed too much.

Kevin, how's the caboose doing|back there? - Fine! - Alright.

He's winding up,|trying for the 3rd-base line.

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