Saturday Night Fever Page #5

at the new school.

Next semester, I'm gonna take two.

Now, you, you probably

didn't get no college, did you?

No, I did not.

Well, did you ever think

about going to college?

- No.

- Not ever?

- No. Did you?

- Well, not back then, no...

Then why the f***

are you bugging me about it for?

Well, why not? Why didn't

you ever want to go to college?

- Oh, just f*** off, will you? I did not.

- No, really. Tell me. Why not?

Oh, Jesus Christ! I didn't!

The thing is

the high I get at 2001 is just dancing,

it's not being the best

or nothing like that.

The only thing is

that I would like to get that high

someplace else in my life. You know?

Like where?

I don't know where.

I don't know. Someplace.

You see, dancing, it can't last forever.

It's a short-lived kind of thing.

But I'm getting older, you know.

You know, I feel like...

I feel like, you know,

so what, I'm getting older.

Does that mean, like, I can't feel

that way about nothing left in my life?

You know? Is that it?

Listen, we gotta split here.

No, I'll walk you the rest of the way.

No, I'll meet you at the dance studio,

just like we said, okay?

Stephanie, I can walk you home.

Look, nothing personal, right?

Oh, come on, Stephanie. I can walk you.

Oh, Jesus Christ! You know?

I don't know where he is.

- Did you call him?

- No.

What's the matter? What's going on?

It's Gus, man. He's in the hospital.

The spics got him.

- Spanish Barons?

- Barracudas.

- Hey, that's my f***ing car!

- Forget the car!

- Save it for the spics.

- Just give me the keys.

- You're asking for it.

- I can't believe it. I just saw him.

He could have run, you know?

But he hung tight. That's Gus.

Don't worry about it. Okay? All right?

I got in the hospital to see him.

He got a broken nose, busted ribs,

a broken leg and four teeth knocked out.

Sh*t.

I mean, all he was doing was walking

along the street carrying his groceries,

and three of them

do a shove number on him.

They spill his f***ing groceries

into the street.

So, he says under his breath,

"grease balls, spic d*cks,"

and they laid into him.

All right. Go check it out.

Nobody in there, man.

All right, all right.

This is what we're gonna do.

We're just gonna cruise around

until there's enough of them

that we can handle.

Yeah, yeah, we'll just pick

off a couple on the street.

- That's p*ssy, man!

- F***, man. F***.

- You're f***ed up!

- I'm sorry, guys.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You're sorry.

Oh, forget it. We'll get them tomorrow.

All right, dream good. Jerk off better.

Tony, I'm getting married.

Will you cut it with that sh*t?

No, listen.

I just wanted to let you know, all right?

All right. Look. If you get married,

we'll all go with you

on your honeymoon, all right?

- You will? Okay.

- Okay, good. Take it easy.

Come on, Bobby. Get in the car.

Hey.

Hey, you know,

we should go to the hospital tomorrow.

You know what I'm talking?

And you, cool off! You know?

All right. Good night.

Tony, what did you say

to Father Frank, Jr.?

- What?

- What did you say? What did you do?

Yeah, what did you say?

- What are you talking about?

- You must have said something to him.

You sleep in the same room.

You talk to him.

The next night he stays out all night,

he don't come back.

- I said nothing to him.

- A priest staying out all night.

A priest is not a priest no more,

and he's grown up,

so he can do what he wants.

Something you said to him.

Oh, yeah? You try and blame me

now he ain't a priest no more?

You been writing to him.

I don't believe this.

You're trying to hang this on me?

Forget it, all right?

He called. He called. He called.

In a couple of days

he's gonna see he's wrong.

He's going through, like,

a trial of the soul, you know?

He's going back to the church.

He's going back.

No, he won't.

He's not going back to the church.

Yes he is.

He's going back to the church!

I'm telling you, he's going back!

You know what?

You don't got a priest no more!

And you got no saint!

You got nothing

but three sh*t children now!

Good. Good.

No.

I'm sorry, Mom.

I just...

I didn't mean that. I'm sorry.

I'll never say that.

I love you, Mom. I really do.

Go on. Get out of here.

- How you doing, Annette?

- Okay.

- That's good.

- Yeah.

Hey, listen, look, Annette.

I gotta tell you something, all right?

It's very hard to tell you this, but...

I changed my mind

about us dancing together.

I got another partner.

Look, it's professional.

You know what I mean? It's like...

Things like this happen

when it's professional.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

My f***ing mother, now you.

Why do you hate me so much?

All I ever did to you was like you.

Give me a break, huh?

Hi.

You're late.

Five minutes. That's not late.

How long you been here?

I don't know.

Six, seven, something like that.

Pete said you been here 15.

Well, who's he?

Hey, I got some records over here.

I don't know if you like them or not.

- You like these guys?

- Yeah, yeah. Super.

Do you do the New York hustle,

the Latin hustle, what?

- New York, Latin, I do it all.

- Okay.

Follow me this time.

Yeah, that's really nice.

What'd you do, make that up?

Yeah. Yeah. No, I saw it on TV first.

Then I made it up.

Hey, you know what? I know this one.

What I do is...

Wait a minute. This is simple.

Let me just check something out.

- Come on. Come on.

- What you doing?

Okay, stay right there.

Now we can dance.

Let me show you the step, okay?

The Latin one I was

gonna show you, okay?

Now, take your hand like this,

and count one, two, three.

Two, two, three.

Three, two, three, kick, two, three.

- Okay, I got that.

- Okay?

- Looks good.

- All right.

- That's good. I like that.

- Yeah.

- Do you know the tango hustle?

- Yeah, yeah.

Okay, let's try that.

- Would you like some coffee?

- Yeah.

No, no. Look, I really gotta go home.

You know something?

I like you when you're like this.

When you're quiet and you ain't laying

all that sh*t on me and everything.

Oh, yeah? Well, as a matter of fact,

guess who I had lunch with today?

Paul Anka.

I had to open my big mouth, right?

It was very interesting.

Very interesting. Very interesting.

Very, very intelligent fellow.

You cream over that word,

"interesting," don't you?

- Well, what's wrong with "interesting"?

- I don't know, something.

You know, I want to tell you something.

I've never told you this before,

but I think you're full of sh*t.

- Oh, you do, do you, huh?

- Yeah, except I'm not sure.

I'm not sure how much is just sh*t

and how much is bullshit.

Well, listen, when you figure it out,

just let me know, all right?

We should really practice

a couple more times.

Maybe go to 2001 with a crowd.

How about Saturday?

Would that be good?

Maybe.

Stephanie, I wanna

ask you something, all right?

I don't know how to say this.

Do you think that I am

either interesting or intelligent?

Interesting? Yeah. Yeah.

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