Say Anything... Page #3

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But if I see him, it's:

"Hi, Joe. How are you?"

And that is it.

I'll be okay.

Don't worry.

He's at the other end of the house.

It's too bad more guys

can't be like Lloyd.

He checks up on me. Look.

I got some more songs.

Joe lies

Joe lies

Joe lies

When he cries

When he cries

So we can finally talk.

Well. . . . What?

Lakewood, Lakewood, have no fear!

How about another year?

-He does this every year?

-The worst job since Keymaster.

Hi, Joe. How are you?

I love you.

I love you too.

You invade my soul.

I wanna get back together.

Mimi's gonna go to college,

and I'm gonna be alone.

But I'm gonna break up with her

before she leaves.

Have sex with me.

Goodbye, Joe.

Every year I throw this party.

Every year nobody helps me clean up.

-Why am I yelling?

-I don't know.

-We're out of here.

-Thanks.

-Maybe we'll help you clean tomorrow.

-Diane, everyone loved that you came.

-You're a great rooster.

-Well. . . .

-Sign this?

-Okay.

Hey, Corey.

So I'm single now.

Everything's changed. I hate it.

-Give me my Firebird keys!

-You must chill!

You must chill!

I have hidden your keys! Chill!

-I love you!

-Love you too. Go to sleep.

-We're full-on buds.

-Yeah, all right.

You're a great person.

I'm a good person,

but you're a great person.

-We're out of there. See you tomorrow.

-See you. Bye.

-Bye, Diane.

-Bye.

Hey, drive safe.

Thank you.

I surrender my duties

as Keymaster. A beer.

Certainly.

I'm happy to say that this sack

is officially empty.

The back bathroom. Let's go.

-Look at this gentleman here.

-I gotta get home.

I gotta get home.

Excuse me.

How you doing, brother?

I don't even know where we are.

I'm gonna play three hours

of commercial-free rock....

-Oh, I love this album.

-This is a good one.

Like it?

Do you recognize anything yet?

Anything?

Lord, have mercy.

Three hours of

commercial-free rock....

That's my house! I live there.

Have a good sleep.

Bye.

Thanks a lot.

Hey, you guys are the best.

Give me a call or. . . .

-Look at this one.

-Did you--?

So, what did they write

to Diane Court?

Listen to some of the things

they wrote me.

"Glad I finally met you.

You always seemed nice. "

"Wish I'd known you more. "

Mine says stuff like,

"Lloyd, see you around, maybe. "

-Nobody knew me before.

-They knew of you. Now they know you.

I feel like I fit in for

the first time, you know?

Like I just held them far away

from me, so they did the same to me.

That's cool then.

I'm so glad we did this.

We can walk from here.

-It's just you and your dad?

-Long story.

-You don't wanna hear it.

-Sure, I do.

Well, my parents split up

when I was 1 3 and--

God, I actually had to go to court

and choose between the two of them.

So I chose my dad. Just felt

safer that way, you know?

Watch out for that glass.

Thanks.

-But either way it's still--

-Twisted.

You know what? You're a great date.

I've never gone out

with someone so basic.

Basic?

-What's your job this summer?

-Being a great date.

-No, I'm serious.

-So am l.

I wanna see you as much as I can.

I said it!

-I only have something like 1 6 weeks.

-That's a long time.

-Then call me tomorrow.

-Today is tomorrow.

Then call me later.

Thanks.

I'll call you later.

Morning, honey.

Dad, I'm so glad I went. Good night.

Wait. Wait a minute.

How was Lloyd?

Lloyd was a gentleman.

He was funny, nervous and strange.

I met people I'd never met before.

Then I blew it. I called him "basic. "

-Can you believe I did that?

-Well. . . .

I don't think he's reeling

in embarrassment.

Good night.

-Lloyd is doomed.

-Meaning?

She made this date a family audition,

the kiss of death for Lloyd.

-Why?

-Too much pressure. Not his crowd.

What's wrong with her?

-I told him to be himself.

-He has that nervous talking thing.

I told him not to speak.

This is a strange thing to say,

but maybe Diane really likes Lloyd.

If you were her,

would you honestly fall for Lloyd?

Should I wear this dress?

-Or I could always wear this one.

-That's nice.

I forgot to tell you

who'll be at dinner tonight.

My dad's accountant and two women

that work in his nursing home.

I know you don't know them,

but it'll be fun.

-Boy, this is a mother dictionary.

-I know. I've had it forever.

I used to mark the words

that I looked up.

Or I have this one.

-Nice one.

-Yeah?

-Yeah, you should wear that.

-Think so?

-Better get downstairs, huh?

-I'll change.

Great meal, you two.

-You look beautiful, Diane.

-Thank you.

Same features. See what

a few millimeters can do?

-What airline are you flying?

-A charter.

She's not the greatest flyer.

-When she was 8--

-Dad.

-Now, why can't I tell the story?

-What story?

-If you're gonna tell it, let me.

-Well, let me start.

I decide to take her

on her first airplane.

I knew how planes flew

but I was nervous.

Crash paranoia.

I had a list. If babies were on

the plane, it couldn't crash.

But their crying meant

they knew something.

They closed the doors and she screams,

like nobody I'd ever heard.

-You said, "Turn around. "

-They did.

-Let me finish.

-Okay.

So two federal marshals

meet the plane.

They take our address and ask us

never to fly the friendly skies again.

You never flew?

But there's more!

There was somebody on the plane. . .

. . .who worked in a recording studio.

He's making a sound effects record,

and he wants to record her scream.

Which they did. And once

in a while on a commercial. . .

. . .you can hear me scream.

You two are amazing. You know?

The way you-- The way you talk.

I'm just like that--

I'm not like that with anybody.

-Stellar jukebox, sir.

-Thanks.

-How do you obtain one of those?

-What did we pay for the Wurlitzer?

The guy didn't want to part with it.

A matter of $9000?

-So you graduated Lakewood, right?

-Yes, sir.

-What are you gonna do now?

-Yeah, Lloyd.

What are your plans for the future?

Spend as much time as possible

with Diane before she leaves.

Seriously.

-I'm totally and completely serious.

-No, really.

You mean a career?

I don't know. I've--

I've thought about this quite a bit,

and I would have to say. . .

. . .I don't wanna sell, buy,

or process anything as a career.

Or sell anything bought or processed

or buy anything sold or processed. . .

. . .or process anything

sold or bought. . .

. . .or repair anything sold,

bought or processed.

My father's in the Army.

He wants me to join, but I can't

work for that corporation.

So lately I've been kickboxing.

Which is a new sport,

but I think it's got a good future.

As far as career longevity,

you can't really tell.

Eight and six as a fighter is no good.

But I can't tell if I'm great

until I've had pro fights.

I haven't been knocked down.

I can't figure it all out,

so I'm gonna hang with Diane.

-Mr. James Court?

-Can I help you?

I'm Mr. Sims. This is Mr. Talbot.

We're special agents of the IRS.

We'd like to inform you that you're

under criminal investigation. . .

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