Saturday Night Fever Page #3

- No advances, no nothing. It's payday...

- I gave you a raise.

- You gave me what?

- A raise.

- You kidding me?

- No. Come on, look. See how much it is.

You gave me a raise? Thank you.

I can't believe this.

Wait, hold on, you better look first.

I don't gotta look.

It don't make no difference.

You gave me a raise.

That's the important thing.

- It's only $2.50.

- So what?

That's $2.50. It ain't much.

The important thing is it's a raise.

I think that's really great.

I'll tell you what,

I'm gonna give you $3.50, all right?

- You do not have to, Mr. Fusco.

- I'll give you $3.50.

- I like the raise just the way it is.

- I'll give you $1 more.

Shut up, will you? $4.

I'll make it an even $4.

Christ, I've never seen anybody

so sh*t-ass happy over

a crummy $2.50 raise.

Wait a minute. $2?

You just said $4.00, didn't you?

What the hell are you doing?

- I just feel like it, all right?

- Girls do that.

I got a raise today.

How do you like that?

Yeah?

Why didn't you say so during dinner?

We could've used the conversation.

Put them down. Come here.

- How much you get?

- It's gonna be $4.00.

It was... It was $2.50, right?

But he raised the raise

when he found out

I wasn't so, you know, disappointed.

- $4.00?

- Yeah.

Sh*t. You know what $4.00 buys today?

It don't even buy $3.00.

I don't see nobody giving you a raise

down at Unemployment.

$4.00. Sh*t.

I knew you'd piss on it.

Go on, just piss on it, right?

A raise says, like, you're good,

you know what I mean?

You know how many times somebody

told me I was good in my life?

Two. Two. Twice. Two f***ing times,

this raise today and dancing,

dancing at the disco.

You sure as f*** never did. A**hole.

$4.00. Sh*t.

Why ain't you waiting inside?

Well, I wanted to watch you

come down the street.

I like the way you walk.

Sh*t.

Tony, listen, I've been thinking.

Maybe I'll make it with you.

That's what you call thinking, huh?

Jesus Christ.

You know what? You're too much,

Annette. You know that?

I mean, you say we're gonna make it,

that means we're gonna make it, right?

I mean, like,

I got no say in this at all, right?

It's time we went out.

You told me you wanted to do it.

You told me

how horny a man gets when he's 19,

how much his balls ache

morning, noon and night,

six days a week, sometimes seven,

if he don't get it.

How do you remember those things?

Look, Annette, we're gonna be

spending a lot of time together,

you know, rehearsing,

practicing, whatnot.

If we was balling,

it would be like we was going together.

And I won't be going with you.

Look, I mean, what are you, anyway?

You a nice girl or you a c*nt?

I don't know. Both?

You can't be both. I mean, that's a thing

a girl's gotta decide early on.

You gotta decide whether

you're gonna be a nice girl or a c*nt.

- How you doing, Pete?

- Hey, Tony, my man.

- You got a studio free or what?

- Yeah, two is free.

- Good. Hey, how you doing?

- Steady at 65%.

Pete. He's always busting my onions.

I send him a lot of customers, you know.

He gives me free studio time when...

What did he mean, 65%?

Oh, that... Oh, that means that he...

He scores with 65% of the chicks

that come in here.

And one, two, three, two, two, three.

One, two, one, two, three.

One, two, three. Good.

Two, two, three. Good.

One, two, one, two, three.

Good, that's it.

Now do it again.

That's it, good. All right. All right. Again.

Tony, it's only dancing. Jesus.

Only dancing? Forget it, Annette.

If you're not gonna take this seriously,

I don't wanna dance.

- Don't get mad.

- "Don't get mad."

Jesus.

Look, I think we done

enough dancing for today.

So, why don't we... Why don't we

dance Wednesday, all right?

Yeah. Sure.

- All right. Here.

- You walking home now?

No. I'm gonna stick around

and talk to Peter a little bit,

and, you know,

work on some stuff myself.

- I'll see you later, all right?

- Yeah.

You was good today.

Hi. How you doing?

Hey, you know, you're

a very good dancer, you know that?

I would like to meet you.

Look, would you...

Would you mind just going away, okay?

- What?

- Don't be hurt, but I...

Don't be hurt?

Yeah, I wanna be by myself now,

you know?

Listen, I seen you at 2001

the other night.

Yeah, so? So?

Well, I mean, you was looking at me

and I was looking at you, remember?

Well, what is this? I look at a guy

longer than a millionth of a second,

already, he gets delusions of grandeur.

You know what you are?

I'm gonna tell you what you are.

I bet it begins with a "C," Mr. P.

Oh, fine. Fine. That's...

I know the type. I know the type. Fine.

What you doing up so late?

What is this? I walk in,

you don't got no criticism of me?

- Your brother's upstairs.

- You're kidding.

- Yo, Frankie!

- Tony.

- Hey, how you doing?

- Hiya, kid.

- It's good to see you.

- You, too.

Yeah. You look good.

No, I don't. You do. You look wonderful.

- You checking out my trophy?

- Oh, yeah. That's you, huh?

- Yeah.

- "First prize."

Looks just like you.

Hey, what did you say

to them downstairs?

They look crazy,

they look like zombies, like...

Like somebody died or something.

I think they're in shock, Tony.

In shock?

Well, how come they're in shock?

I'm leaving the church, Tony.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Sure.

Leaving the church.

- Tell me another one.

- I'm leaving the priesthood.

Oh, come on, Frank.

Don't fool around like that.

Do you think I'm losing my hair?

It looks awful thin

right over here and here.

Are you serious?

Can I borrow some of your clothes

until I buy some?

I don't want to wear the uniform.

I'm sorry, Frank. I really am. I'm sorry.

What are you sorry about?

You got fired, huh?

I didn't get fired. I quit.

You quit?

Yeah, you can do those things,

you know.

What did Mom say?

What did she say about it?

She said, "Dear Lord, what am I

gonna tell Theresa and Marie?"

- And Dad? What did he say about it?

- They're ashamed, the both of them.

They're ashamed, right?

You ashamed of me, Tony?

Yeah, you are.

- They didn't ask why or nothing?

- No.

I think they're afraid to.

Like, I might say, "celibacy."

But...

You gonna sleep here tonight?

You wanna sleep in my room?

- Yeah, I thought I would.

- All right, you can...

I'll get your blankets for you.

Frank, how come you left? Really?

It's not easy to explain, Anthony.

A lot of things.

One day, you look at a crucifix,

and all you see

is a man dying on a cross.

But that's only a backdrop

to something else.

Mama and Papa,

their dreams of pious glory.

They turn you

into what they wish at a time...

You can't defend yourself

against their fantasies.

All I ever really had any belief in

was their image of me as a priest.

That's all.

Guess we're gonna have to take

your picture down from the mantle.

Know what's weird?

Like, I always felt like

I was the sh*t of the family,

and you was always, like, perfect.

Now that I'm the disgrace to the family,

I'm not so perfect anymore.

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