She's So Lovely Page #3

One dance. Come on.

If we don't go in, I'm gonna look

like a chump with this money.

Come on.

- OK.

- All right? One?

- All right. OK.

- Just one.

The night is long

And the skies are clear

So if we want

to have a dance in here

It's delightful

It's delicious

It's de lovely

I understand

The reason why

You're sentimental

'Cause so am I

It's delightful

It's delicious

It's de lovely

You can tell

At a glance

It's a night

For romance

You can hear

Nature's pleas

Whisper softly

On the breeze

So show me now

That you're listening

And when I kiss you

Say to me

It's delightful

It's delicious

It's delectable

It's delirious

It's dilemma

It's de limit

It's de lovely

It's de lovely

That perfume stinks!

- All right!

- I'm not kidding.

That perfume reminds me

of too many things.

Like what?

- Like a good smell to cover a bad smell.

- Oh...

Older women, sweat, my mother...

I don't know.

Some other thought, like,

something else is goin' on...

another guy or something.

Come here. Kiss me, you wacko.

Come here.

Ow! That hurts my teeth there.

Sorry.

What do you want to do?

The meter's runnin'.

Anybody home?

It's Eddie Quinn, Mr Piticelo!

I'm with Maureen,

and we're hungry.

We're broke. We're wet.

We'd like some wine and pasta.

- Who is it? Eddie?

- Eddie.

Eddie! Hi!

- What?

- Hi! Hi, guys!

- How are you?

- It's Maureen.

- Are you hungry?

- Yeah.

But were you sleepin'?

Did we wake you up?

- If you were sleepin' we can go.

- Yeah, we can go.

Come on in. I'll prepare something

for you. I'll get Mario. We'll eat.

Gimme the money.

The cab's gonna cost us a fortune.

- Come on.

- You are such a beautiful woman.

Yeah, yeah.

- Again?

- Oh, damn it!

- Are you OK? Are ya?

- Yeah, I'm OK. Yeah.

- Can you make it to the door?

- Yeah.

- Gimme the money.

- Oh.

- Is she all right?

- Yeah. We do this all the time.

- I'm gonna be sick.

- Oh!

You wanna vomit?

Vomit. Don't worry about the halls.

They stink already. Go ahead.

Come on. Everything's gonna

be fine, Murphy.

Go ahead.

- Thanks, pal. I'm gonna be OK.

- I know.

Get down

Get up outta your seat

Get up, get down, get up

and get with the beat

You hypocrite!

- Take it easy.

- Son of a b*tch!

- Phony bastard pervert!

- Shut up and go to bed!

Come out here and say that!

You come out here and say that

to my face, you f***in' lowlife!

My husband'll kick

the sh*t outta you!

Hey, Maureen.

Well, couldn't you?

F***in' fat tub of lard!

F***in' hit you so hard

he'd f***in' lose his fat ass!

- Couldn't you beat him up?

- I don't wanna.

What do you wanna do?

I want you to be a tough guy!

- That's what you are, isn't it?

- No.

What the f*** is wrong with you?

Eddie! What the f***

is the matter with you? God, no!

Not too much! Not too much!

Get off him!

You're both f***in' nuts,

you know that?

And you're a goddamn whore.

He called you a whore!

I wanna take beer bottles

and smash 'em over people's heads.

OK.

I just wanna smash 'em.

OK.

Because I love you.

What the hell are you talkin' about?

Make some coffee, Eddie.

Hey, Maureen, we got beer.

You want a beer?

No. I'm goin' to bed.

Jesus.

When you think about it,

what an interesting thing a woman is.

Tits and ass and...

lips, and th... this kills me... hair.

Where the f*** did hair come from?

What is hair?

It's like nails. Same as nails.

Nails? Nails?

What kind of nails you got?

I don't have any hair on my nails.

Oh, boy, are you pretty.

You are so pretty.

What would you do if I kissed you?

Would you scream?

Not me.

We were meant for each other.

We're all banged up.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

We do what we feel like doin',

even if we get punched.

Yeah.

You didn't get punched. You fell.

Not only once. You fell three times.

OK.

"OK," what?

What are you doin'?

Why are you doin' this?

You know I love you.

I protect you.

I could never hurt you.

I'd cut my arms off for you.

I know that.

We'll just lay here.

We'll lay right here.

Just make me feel warm.

That's all I want.

I wanna know

what happened to you.

- What are you hiding from me?

- Nothin'.

I wanna know who did this to you.

I know you love me. That I know.

But I can't stand for this.

Gimme the guy's name

and I'll blow the sh*t out of his ass.

Somebody thinks they can screw

with my wife. Nobody can touch you.

Because you're Murphy.

You're queen. You're the king.

Was it that guy across the hall?

Was it that fat slob across the hall?

It wasn't?

Then who the hell was it? Who the hell

and the sh*t and the piss was it?

I wanna ask you a question.

Don't answer me until I ask

unless you're clairvoyant.

Which you could be,

but you haven't been up until now.

You're just pretending to understand

to be polite.

You can't see my thoughts.

You can't understand...

You can't understand my obscurity.

Unless you have infrared

vision, which... Do you?

Can you see in infrared?

Can you type 170 words a minute?

Can you sew? Can you cook?

Can you dance? What can you do?

Nothin'.

I wanna know. It's a simple question.

- I fell.

- You're gonna play games with me?

Somebody beats you up,

and that's OK?

You come in here

with your eyes all bloody,

and I'm supposed to love you

when everything inside me

is telling me I'm bein' lied to!

I'm gonna kill the son of a b*tch,

and that'll be the beginning

and the end of everything.

And then you'll know

how I really feel about you.

Not your fault. Go back inside.

Hello? I need the number for

Van Landingham City Ward, please.

- Gimme a double.

- Double what?

- A Siberian Mist.

- I don't know what that is.

It's made of vodka, scotch, vermouth

and various other poisons.

Everything. Crme de menthe,

beer, wine...

What else is there?

Bourbon, gin... Sh*t!

Sh*t. Put a lot... Sh*t's good.

Put a lot of sh*t in it.

I'm having a Siberian Mist.

Do you want one?

- Sure.

- Two Siberian Mists.

What the f*** is a Siberian Mist?

I'm in trouble.

The world's controlled

by a computer and seven women.

One has brown hair,

one has blonde hair, blue hair,

black hair, green hair,

one has no hair.

Is that seven?

What's the matter, Eddie?

Love is so difficult.

It's like horse racing.

It's like perfume.

It's like fog.

It's like kissin'.

There is no end to love.

Cigarettes, you smoke 'em,

you put 'em out.

I got invited to a luau.

What am I supposed to do at a luau?

- Who is it?

- We're from Mobile Response.

We're lookin' for Eddie Quinn.

Hi. You know,

I changed my mind. He's fine.

It's... He's all right now.

It's just a false alarm, I think.

Do you know where

your husband is, ma'am?

Not really.

Hey, look.

There's been a complaint. We got

a call he's causing a disturbance.

Now, I don't know what it is.

He's drunk, he's pissed off

or he's having an episode,

but we either gotta take a look at 'im,

or we call the police.

- That's the procedure.

- Yeah.

Jesus Christ. I had a premonition.

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