Mask Page #6

No, Screech, stay.

Oh, God.

Anne Marie, this is Rocky.|- Hi.

You wanna excuse us and take him?

Come on, let's talk.

Why didn't you call? - I called you.|You never called me back.

I made tapes and I never|heard from you. - Oh, my parents!

I knew it!|- I thought you'd forgotten me.

I thought you'd forgotten me.

They don't want me to get hurt.|I never stop talking about you.

And I'm going away next semester.|- Where? - I'm leaving Monday.

The school has good programs|for the blind. It's in Santa Barbara.

Sit down.

I'll write. I'll send you tapes.

Oh, Rocky, I missed you.|I don't wanna go!

Are you laughing at me?|- Oh, God, no.

It's just that, here it is,|the most rotten time of my whole life.

You're going away. I hate my school.

The trip to Europe is off...|- No!

But, no, it's OK. That's what's funny,|it doesn't matter.

It's OK now|'cause I know that you still love me.

I do, I really do!

I wish we could run away|and be together all the time.

We can't run away, Diana.|- I know.

But we can run away in our minds.

We can remember the camp,|the mountains and ocean.

The colored rocks and billowy cotton.

And New Year's Eve.|- Especially New Year's Eve.

And right now.

We'll always be together, Diana.

Even when we can't be together.

Sing us that old number, Rocky.|How about it, Rusty? - Good idea!

I'm up for it if he is.|- I'm feeling tired tonight.

Aw, come on, Rocky!|- Come on, you guys!

Sing a number!

You OK, babe?

My head hurts a lot tonight.

You don't have to sing.|Go to bed and make yourself well.

How about it, Rusty? You gotta sing.|- What's with the little one?

Yeah, sing that other song! Come on!

How you doin', kid?

Goodnight, Rock.

Come on, Screech.

Why don't we go back to bed?|- That's OK with me.

I got to do this thing with Red.|I'll be back. - I'll wait for you.

See you later.

Yeah? No, he's at school.

Yeah, I'm sure.

What do you mean, he's not there?

OK, thanks.

You sure as hell aren't getting|a scholarship if you stay in the sack!

You got a Spanish test,|didn't you? Afraid of a little test?

Cold.

You've got your covers off you.

Don't pull this sh*t with me, Rock!

Do you hear me? Wake up!

Come on, baby, make yourself well.

Rocky, wake up!

Oh, God!

Now you can go|anywhere you want, baby.

"These things are good:|Ice cream and cake.

A ride on a Harley.|Monkeys in the trees.

The rain on my tongue|and the sun shining on my face.

These things are a drag:|Dust in my hair.

Holes in my shoes.|No money in my pocket

and the sun|shining on my face. "

Rate this script:4.7 / 3 votes