Return of the Secaucus Seven Page #10

It's just that he

doesn't seem your type.

-Do I have a type?

-No.

I mean....

-Ron's a very likeable guy.

-Right.

I can see that.

My turn.

He's got a fantastic jump shot.

Hey, I told you I'd

slept with a lot of guys.

You did.

I didn't expect to meet any of them.

Well, you met Tony, that guy in Housing.

-And J.T.

-Oh, yeah. I forgot about them.

Hey.

Yeah?

You wanna put the mattress on the floor?

The mattress?

Oh, yeah. On the floor.

You're looking pretty good tonight.

So are you.

Ron, huh?

Ron's the least of your worries.

You should've seen Dwight.

I don't know, I'll just

go out there, I guess.

Try to make the right connections.

Then I'll cut some

demonstration tapes...

...or get someone with a

better voice to cut them.

You're really gonna do it.

I'm gonna try.

It's no big deal.

There's thousands of shiftless mothers

out there trying to do the same thing.

-Yeah, but none of them can write.

-Oh, don't you believe it.

I've been in enough

bars and coffee houses...

...sat through enough

amateur nights to know...

...that there is plenty of

people the same level I'm at.

They're not Hank Williams or

Bobby Dylan or anything, but...

...they can string a couple of lines

together, think up a nice melody.

There is a shitload of luck involved.

I hope you're lucky, then.

Somebody overdid their stimulants.

It's female. It's definitely female.

You hear that last little phrase?

Yeah, and it's not Irene.

Irene is deeper than that.

Yeah.

-Maura?

-No.

She's got more of an

"Earl" than a "Ralph."

Oh, yeah, that is definitely

a ralpher, all right.

Couldn't be Chip, could it?

He'd hold it in. Sublimate.

-Oh, he seems okay.

-Not a bad guy.

-Bit of a young Democrat, but....

-That's better than a young Republican.

It's Katie. It's Katie.

It's definitely Katie.

He's real nice to Irene.

Yeah, he better be. I told him if he

wasn't, I'd have the Turk break his thumbs.

-Like with Paul Newman in The Hustler.

-You didn't.

No, I didn't.

A year ago I would have, but I didn't.

I hope she's okay.

-Jeff?

-Yeah.

You still pissed at me?

Yeah.

Don't lose any sleep over it, though.

It really is all finished

between me and Maura.

I'm sorry.

Sure, everybody's sorry.

You guys better start eating. We got

another two and a half dozen of these.

Who can eat?

You're inhuman.

I figure I'll hitch out

before it gets too much colder.

It's just the setting-up

money I gotta scrape together.

-That's why I wanted to talk.

-When that guy in Boston comes through...

-...I'll pay you back whatever I owe you.

-No.

I was thinking.... Well, I'm

making a lot of money these days.

It's almost obscene what I'm

making, considering what I do.

I mean, it's long hours, but it's not

like I'm mining coal or anything like that.

And what I was thinking

was.... I'd make an investment.

-An investment?

-In your career.

People do it all the time.

Development money, like in a business.

And then when you hit the big

time, you can send me free albums...

...and free concert tickets and

get me Roberta Flack's autograph.

You wanna give me money?

I've got a couple thousand the bank's

probably using to invest in nerve gas...

...or support the South

African government or something.

I'd much rather have my money

doing something I believed in.

Hey, no, Irene, I mean the pressure

it'd put-- I'd feel obligated. I--

No strings attached.

Hey, what's the matter? You've

borrowed money from friends before.

Well, yeah, 5, 10 dollars

here and there, but....

-Irene, I really appreciate it, but I

couldn't-- -Damn it, J.T., I'm worried about you.

Yeah?

You always were real nice to me.

Always taking care of me, weren't you?

And I didn't do squat.

Take the money, J.T.

You going by bus?

Oh, here are my keys.

Here, you keep the apartment

one in case I'm out.

Oh, right. I'll have to come and

pick up my stuff when I get settled.

Any idea where?

You can forward my mail to my mother's.

How about the furniture?

Keep it. It goes with the place.

-I could give you half of what we paid.

-That's all right. Don't bother.

Should I cancel your

dentist appointment?

-Oh, yeah. Would you?

-Sure.

And don't forget the water bill.

I've been in more bars in the last couple

years than you guys'll be in in your lifetimes.

And there's this-- There's

this guy you always meet there.

He's a professional drinking companion.

He may have a job somewheres, but

how he survives is off his friends...

...his old friends, the ones

that like having him around...

...because he reminds them of

when they were irresponsible...

...and didn't care if they

made an ass out of themselves...

...because they didn't

have anything to lose.

Those guys give me the creeps.

You don't want it?

My mouth is watering. It sure would

make things a whole lot easier.

But this time I figure I do it

the hard way or I just don't do it.

So I know everything I get is mine...

...and I can bring it back

and show it off to you guys.

And if it doesn't work out?

If it doesn't work out, you can get me a

job with that wart healer that you work for.

Come on.

Are you sure you guys

can't stay any longer?

No, we have to do a speech for the senator.

We'll have to write it out loud in the car.

A convention of Girl Scout leaders

from all over the country. Good causes.

You couldn't buy a box of vanilla and

two chocolate mint like everyone else?

Listen, I had a fantastic

time, really fantastic.

Wait, let's see the thumbs.

Turk, what do you say?

We'll let him go this time, but if he ever

hustles pool in this neighborhood again--

Take it easy. And tell the

senator his days are numbered.

And don't forget to send me a

copy of your first hit single.

Well, don't hold your breath.

Hey, where'd Jeff go to?

He was headed for the

woodpile with an ax.

He'll stay out of sight until we're

gone, and then he'll pop up and say:

"Oh, did they leave already?"

He hates to say goodbye.

In the last few months,

he was unbelievable.

He'd be sitting there at the

kitchen table, staring into space.

I'd say, "Jeff, what's the matter?" He'd

look at me like he didn't even know me.

He wouldn't answer. He'd just look

at me. He just wouldn't let me in.

6000 Salad Bowls, all aboard.

God, I'm gonna miss you guys.

-You still feeling sick?

-A little.

I get so excited having people around

I don't have to explain all my jokes to.

-You tired?

-Wiped.

Take a nap. We won't let

you miss anything important.

I'm used to staying up 2,

3:
00, you know, studying.

God, I used to be able to get stoned

and go out and carry on all night...

...and not even feel it the next day.

-You never could drink, though, Katie.

-True.

We should get our tickets.

I don't think I'll be riding.

-You're going to Boston, aren't you?

-Yeah, well, I figured I'd thumb it.

You're broke.

-What else is new?

-I'll pay for it.

-No, Maura.

-I really need the company, okay?

-In Boston, this guy owes

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