Mystic Pizza Page #6

- I said that's enough!

- OK. So I guess dinner is over.

- Dammit, Charlie.

- Daisy?

Charles? Charles, you come back here!

Dais? Look, I'm sorry, all right?

But they deserved it.

- I couldn't let 'em do that to you.

- Me? You did that for yourself.

They were bein' real jerks!

The only jerk at that table was you.

They were just being themselves.

Bring home your poor Portagee girlfriend

for dinner, shake up the family a little.

- That's not true.

- I'm poor, and I hate it. I admit it.

I even thought I was desperate,

but I'm not half as desperate as you are.

I would never use you

to get at somebody.

Your father didn't cheat his way out of

law school. You did that all on your own.

Deal with it, Junior.

You're not even good enough for me.

Teresa? Can you give me a ride?

I wanna go home.

Kat...

Oh, my God.

Hi.

Hi, Phoebe.

Phoebe wanted to say goodbye.

- Goodbye, Phoebe.

- Bye.

- Keep going to the library, OK?

- OK.

Take care.

This is for you.

It's for Yale.

All those stars and comets

don't come cheap.

Thank you.

Goodbye, Tim.

Yeah. Well, I guess... we better go.

Bye, Kat.

Kat?

Are you out of your mind?

If you initial this, you can still cash it.

She doesn't need the money that bad.

Oh, yeah? How is she gonna pay for Yale?

She'll find a way.

What now?

...a hole in the wall

called the Mystic Pizza.

- Moron.

- The atmosphere was rustic,

the service was oversolicitous.

- Is that good?

- Now, I am not a pizza person.

I am not particularly

fond of cheesy cuisine,

and this pizza is...

How shall I say this? In a word...

superb.

I ordered the house speciality,

the Mystic Pizza. Mystic indeed.

Exactly the right blend

of cheese and tomatoes and spices

that I can't quite identify.

You bet your ass you can't.

That's the Mystic Pizza,

in Mystic, Connecticut.

I have to give them my highest rating.

Four stars.

And you thought the man was a moron.

Hello, Mystic Pizza.

I beg your pardon?

No, no. No reservations are necessary.

Reservations!

Yes. Yes, Main Street.

This is Hector Pleshette wishing you...

Bill, this is important.

I don't want you to get the wrong idea,

but I gotta maintain my own identity.

Maintain your own identity.

Right. I mean,

I understand about commitment,

and I love you more than anything.

But you gotta know exactly where I stand,

because absolutely nothing has changed.

Except your name.

Except my name.

Who you wanna dance with, me or Kat?

Not you.

It's for Yale.

You'll pay me back.

- No, I...

- No, Vic and I talked about this.

We don't have any kids of our own.

Daisy, Jojo... you.

You're my kids. So...

Thanks, Leona.

Hey! You're messin' up my dress.

Karen, you wanna take this out?

It's a great party.

What do you want, Charlie?

Listen.

What you said about me and my father...

You were right.

- So?

- I owe you an apology.

OK.

So...

So?

So you like chocolate ice cream?

It's my favorite.

Well, this must be your lucky night.

Keep it up.

Thought I'd find you out here.

I see you had some company in there.

Who knows?

God, next Thursday's Thanksgiving.

Soon I'll be at college.

- Do me a favor?

- What's that?

Next time you take on a Yalie,

pick one your own age?

- Who knows?

- Hey, you guys.

You're not gonna believe what Bill's mom

just said to me. You're gonna die.

She came up to me and she said "So,

when am I gonna hear some good news?"

I mean, I've been married two hours

and she wants me knocked up already!

I really love you guys.

- You know what I wonder?

- What?

What the hell do you think

Leona really puts in that pizza?

Recovered by (c) dCd / March 2018

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