Satisfaction Page #3

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- I think he likes you.

- Yeah? Well, I'm happy for him.

You know, if you keep pretending...

...you don't care about anything,

maybe someday you really won't.

You want this, huh?

- Come on. Come on, dog.

Mooch.

So, what do you think, Sal?

Well, if I ever saw trouble before,

then it's right up on that stage.

Hey, look at all these foo-foos, man.

Come on.

I got it.

Don't look so hard.

- Challenge.

- What?

Go, Mooch. Kill it.

Go.

Go, Mooch.

- It went so high.

- You could have hit that.

I always say

I look like my brother a lot.

- Get it.

- Go. Get it.

Somebody's gonna hit me.

No! Over!

No, Nickie.

All right, Mooch.

- Take it over.

- Dear God.

- Yes.

- Get it again.

Yes.

Jeez.

Yeah.

Oh, what?

- What are you doing?

- Hi, what's your name?

- Do you girls ski?

- Yes.

- Well, not recently.

- Well, what do you do...

...when you're not playing

in your little band?

A variety of things. I like to spend

quiet time curled up with a good book.

Really? What have you read lately?

Well, I just finished

Thin Thighs in 30 Days.

- Looks like it worked.

- Oh, well, thanks.

- Damn.

- So Paris sounds like it was really great.

No, no, no. The skis were in Paris.

I was in the Swiss Alps.

Let me try that.

The object is,

try not to make it into charcoal.

You know, Billy, she...

She always passes out

when she does that song.

She think it's the only way

to do it right.

So, uh... You all go to law school.

- There's a lot of money in law, yes?

- Well, there certainly can be.

Well, you must be really smart.

- It's really not that big of a deal.

- Oh, it is. I'm... I'm really impressed.

And I'm about to puke.

I'm going swimming.

- Billy?

- What?

You don't know how to swim.

Oh, yeah, right.

Then I guess I'll take a walk.

So you are... You're Josh.

And you're Joe.

You know what the ocean

does for me, dog?

Nothing.

I mean, I keep sitting here waiting for

the ocean to, like, inspire me and stuff.

But nothing's happening.

The ocean don't do sh*t for me, dog.

Here, want some? No?

What are you,

one of them straight dogs?

Hey, you're not a narc, are you?

No, narcs got

way better disguises than you.

So tell me something, dog.

What's it like being you?

Really?

You know what it's like being me, dog?

No? Well, I'll tell you anyway.

Being me is like...

Being me is like...

Jeez, I forget.

Man.

- That was even before me.

- Yeah, this is where it all came from...

...though, you know? It's the best.

Yep.

So teach me something.

Nothing to teach, Jennie.

Just keep it in the pocket,

and you'll be all right.

In the pocket.

Yep, in the pocket.

It's too bad you had to give it up.

What do you mean, had to?

Well, your bartender, Sal...

...he told me that you couldn't write

anymore after your wife died.

What else did my bartender tell you?

That you had a couple of shots

to come back, but you passed.

Is that all?

Just, sometimes you blow it

behind a lot of drinking and stuff.

- Jeez, Sal, I'm gonna fire your ass.

- Hey, hey, don't do that...

- He cares about you, that's all.

- That's what all you little kids say...

...when you're busy meddling

in other people's business.

- Hey, I'm not a kid, all right?

- No, you look like one to me.

- You know what you look like to me?

- Tell it to Sal.

A self-indulgent ass.

Now your ass is fired.

- You're a chump.

- You're still fired.

Fine with me, pal.

I really don't care, man.

Oh, sh*t.

Hey.

- Hey, listen. You're not fired, okay?

- Then I quit.

- You can't quit.

- Watch me.

You can't. Look, I'm gonna

lose all kinds of money...

...with no group in the club.

- Good.

- Hey, why are you doing this to me?

- Because I'm a kid, that's why.

All right, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You're not a kid. I apologize.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Now, please, don't quit.

We want more money.

- I'm waiting.

- I'm thinking.

- I'm leaving.

- You got it.

One more thing.

- Don't push it.

- I want a ride on your boat.

Ancient ocean

Gloomily, mysteriously

You unfold over your sublime surface

Your incomparable waves

With a quiet sense

Of your external strength

Would you sit down?

You're gonna tip this sh*t-bucket.

Would you be quiet, please?

We're at sea and I'm the captain.

You're nothing but a lowly third-class

shipmate who conned a ride out of me.

Wait, where was I?

Tell me

T... Tell me, o...

Tell me, ocean, will you be my brother?

Rolling wildly, wildly yet

Sit down, you're gonna tip this...

- Sh*t.

- Thank you. Thank you very much.

Okay, shipmate...

...let's make for the shore.

Martin!

Oh, Christ.

Oh, God, where are you?

Don't do this to me. I can't swim.

Oh, God.

Oh, God, get me out of this water.

- That's yours.

- Thanks.

Seamanship.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

That'll work.

So tell me about school.

What are you going to study?

Everything.

Uh-huh.

And what about the group?

What about it?

Bob Elden, he's a friend of mine.

He's getting a European tour together

for the fall. Now, it's nothing fancy.

In fact, I'm not sure whether

I can get him down to the club...

...but I know he's still looking

for an opening act.

- You think we're good enough?

- Maybe.

Well...

I can't, uh...

I can't give up this scholarship.

Sure. Well, you know, think about it.

Just think about it.

Ow! Sh*t. Goddamn it.

What are you laughing at?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

It was just your reaction.

- Are you on fire?

- Very funny.

I'm sorry.

I should have warned you about that.

It's getting late.

They're dry-ish.

There's a room at the top of the stairs.

You can change.

Thanks.

- Just right up there?

- Yep, just right up there.

- Just...

- Just right up. You can't miss it.

Hey.

How's it going up there?

Hello.

Thanks a lot.

- Billy.

- You know what?

- I'm ready to go out on my own.

- Oh, and leave us stranded?

- Who are you, Diana Ross?

- That's right.

But I'll you what.

I'll stick with you losers anyway.

Because that's the kind

of slick b*tch I am.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- And where were you?

- Look at that shirt.

- This one?

- Yeah.

- I fell in the water.

- That's not all she fell in.

Come on, Jen, we want all

the filthy details. Use all the bad words.

Yeah. So...

...do you like him?

- Did you sleep with him?

- Did he make you breakfast?

- Oh, come on, give her a break.

- Did you sleep with him?

- Yeah, right.

- Listen.

- Well?

You guys wanna play clubs in Europe?

- Europe? What do you mean?

- Who doesn't wanna play in Europe?

What are you talking about?

Martin's got this friend

who organizes American bands...

...to play in European clubs.

- Are you saying we're going to Europe?

- We're going to Europe.

- Oh, sh*t.

- We're going to Paris.

- Pyramids and sh*t, right?

- Wait, so, what happened?

- Wait, okay. They're just dive clubs.

Martin's not even sure...

...the guy can come down here.

- Yeah, but if he does?

- Lf he does...

- If he does...

...we're gonna be rich and famous.

You wanna hurry up?

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