On The Road Page #6
Why, what in the world is there that we should care
for if it is not our lives, the only gift the Lord never offers us a second time."
What do you think about that one, Sal?
Welcome.
I'll be right with you.
Thanks.
Willcox, Arizona
Can't you wait 'til we're in Frisco?
I don't care.
When are you going to go back to Denver?
I don't know.
I don't know what I'm gonna do.
I could go back to my fiance.
Fiance?
He's a sailor.
He's been away awhile.
He's.
he's nice.
That's good.
I wish Dean wasn't so crazy now.
You could be wishing that the rest of your life !
I just want a house.
A baby.
You know, something normal.
I really do want that.
I just had a great idea, you guys are gonna love it.
Is everybody absolutely comfortable?
You alright Sal?
(Yeah.
"For it always happened when I woke like this and my mind struggled in an unsuccessful attempt
to discover where I was, everything would be moving around me through the darkness, things, places, years.
My body still too heavy with sleep to move."
How much money you got, kid?
Nothing.
But I got an aunt in Tulare, California.
She owns a grocery store and as soon as we get there, I'll have money for you all.
Yes, yes, we all got aunts, well let's go jump in back, let's see the aunts and uncles and grocery stores all away across the road to get our kicks.
I'm Alfred.
Sal.
Hi.
Marylou.
Hi.
Alfred.
Hot damn, I left Bakersfield in a travel bureau car, left my guitar in the trunk of another one.
Guitars and cowboy duds.
How much you got?
How much you want?
I knew a man, he forgave his wife for shooting him and got her out of jail.
Only, she shoots him a second time !
That's a good one
Hold on to your girdles
Baby !
Yes, yes, yes
(singing) Had my finger on the trigger so long
Seems like I'd shoot again by now
So hard when you can't stand the sound
I gathered your remains, cleaned up the stains
I took care for we once were friends
But it's hard when you're burning in a hell
And it's hard enough to be in love
And it's hard, ain't it hard, to love what you kill
San Francisco, California
(low) Alright.
Go, hurry !
Really, you better make it to Camille's in time for dinner so she can feed your lazy ass !
Do you see what a bastard he is?
By the end of the week, darling.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop !
Darling Sal, I'm going back to Denver, to my fiance the sailor.
No more road for me.
Thanks for an amazing night, my sweet lover.
Why don'tyou kick Dean in the ass if you ever see him again.
I love you.
P.S.
Good luck with your book.
What the hell you looking at?
Campbell, California
Yoshi.
Brada.
Rodriguez.
Luigi.
Sal.. Sh*t, no. Oh oh oh
How the hell are you, man?
Better than you, my boy.
Have you eaten these last few months?
Not as much as you, fat ass !
Family man, huh?
Yeah.
How's Camille?
She's good, she's just resting.
Where's the Hudson?
Yeah.
Man, it's so beat I had to leave it on Market Street for the vultures.
Oh, sh*t.
And Marylou?
That dumb little box married one of her sailors.
And he's threatened to kill me if he finds me, so I'm gonna have to defend myself
and kill him and go to San Quentin for life.
That would be the end of me.
Oh, come on
How's your ma?
Still waiting for that 15 bucks you owe her !
Yeah, one day...
Guess what.
Really?
Yeah.
Sweet little Amy, she can stand alone for 30 seconds, she's 22 pounds and 29 inches long.
And I found out that she's 31 one fourth percent English,
Yes.
Hush.
We gotta find ourselves some kicks.
Sal's here.
I heard.
He wants to take me out to hear some music.
You wish to come?
Who's gonna stay here and take care of Amy?
Alright then, I'll just go.
Dean, don't make yourself feel better by asking me along
I'll be back in a little bit.
Sal !
By Marylou's c*nt, it can't be !
What?
That's 1.10 a ticket and a dime each for the jackets.
Can I hear a vouchii?
Vouchii !
Can I hear a sharooni mo' mo' mo' mo' mo'?
Sharooni mo' mo'mo'mo'!
You left out one mo' !
Let me hear that last mo' !
Mo' !
Mo'!
No way
Yip-rok!
Hereesi!
Look at that, Slim knows time, Sal !
He knows time !
Thank you !
But most important my sure-ooni mo' loves you !
Goodness !
Oh my goodness !
You are the bee's knees.
Wanna take you home and wake up with fleas.
Please, say hello to my future ex-wife!
Hey, Camille !
Congratulations on the baby.
If you.
Sal, excuse me.
Dean, I need to talk to you.
I want you to get out.
Just go.
Just get out.
Now, honey...
No.
You said you were going to take care of us and you were done fooling around.
I know that look on your face, Dean.
You're bored.
You're sick of me, and you're sick of work, and the baby.
I wanna.
I just want you to take your friend and get out of my house.
Do you realize how much I've given up for you?
I never want you back.
I never want to see you again !
I'll see you very soon, I promise.
Don't you dare lie to her, too.
You're a liar.
You're a liar.
Liar... Liar...
I realized as we racked our brains for where to go and what to do, that it was up to me.
I counted my money and showed it to Dean and said, "Come to New York (with me)."
"Let's go to Denver first," he said.
"This time we must absolutely find my father, Sal!"
Your signature here...
We're taking the semi-pristine Chrysler to Kansas.
Along with yourselves, there's a nice young married couple.
We share the gas expenses equally among the five of us.
Are we all copacetic on that score gentlemen?
Yeah.
Ola
I'm very glad you have accepted my invitation to a few drinks after that perilous journey.
Ah, no problem, amigo.
Thank you.
Hmm, whiskey
I like young men like you.
You probably don't believe it, but, uh.
the truth is, I really don't like girls.
I'm just gonna go to the bathroom.
Excuse me.
To tell you the straight deal, I sometimes had to survive the streets of Denver by working far into the night.
Yes, I can appreciate, uh...
"Never leave a customer unsatisfied."
I had that tattooed on my ass.
Perhaps there will be some money involved...
Oh, yeah?
Ah.
Ah.
Jesus !
Denver, Colorado
You see?
You give them what they secretly want and they just panic.
And here you go.
Club, extra mayo.
Enjoy.
Look, I did it for us, man.
I got twenty bucks off the old fag.
My old man, a little guy, Moriarty.
Known in these parts as "the Barber".
"Moriarty"?
No.
Never heard of him.
Sorry, son.
I ain't seen your old man in.
I don't know how many years.
New York, 1950
How long have we known each other?
Who are we now?
Who are we, yes?
Who are we now?
ah, a simple question.
Are you gonna tell us, Carlo?
I know I'm 23.
I know that I rely on my friends and my family for money...
Ah, ah.
Join that club, please !
I know I will.
I know there's no gold at the end of the rainbow.
There's just sh*t and piss.
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