Small Town Saturday Night Page #4
- I'm sick of this sh*t.
All right, 'Lester,
you're ready to roll.
It's never too late
for you to come back to me
It's never too late to be
who you're meant to be
Go ahead and find your life
Just think of me from time to time...
Hi. You've reached
Rhett and Samantha.
Please leave a message.
Hey, Sam.
It's-- it's me.
Look, I hate to even ask this,
but do you think
you could come down here
and get Megan?
I'm sorry.
I know it's the same old, same old,
but I... I've got a few things
I need to deal with
and I don't wanna keep
Look, I promise I'll make it up to you.
Okay, call me.
It's never too late for you
to come back to me...
Hello. Gas-N-Go.
Oh, no, Doris, he's not here right now.
No, I think he went to the bank.
Yeah. Yeah, I'll tell him.
Damn it.
Hey, look, will you tell Charlie
that Doris called?
It's important.
Or just sit there and watch TV.
Oh, hey hey.
Why don't you run out
and get us something to eat?
I'm starving.
Hey hey!
Where's my money, buddy-boy?
Hey, I'm talking to you.
Get ov-- don't you go walking away
when I'm talking to you.
Hey-- what the f***?
You're crazy, you a**hole!
Get the f*** outta here.
All right, here you go, Rhett.
Thank you, sweetheart.
- See you tonight, ladies.
- Bye.
Hey, Rhett.
ls Wade still single?
- Wade's always single.
- Bye.
- See you guys.
- Later.
It's in your hair.
You stupid f***.
- All right then.
You know, this is... it's nice.
Yeah well, Donny, I'll tell you,
the best I can do on this rifle is $250.
Come on, Vic.
- That thing's worth--
- Okay okay okay.
$250 for the rifle
and I'll throw in
that piece-of-sh*t pistol.
Take it or leave it.
Throw in that rod and reel too
and we can do it.
Come on, the thing's
older than you are, Vic.
It's five bucks at the most.
Come on.
To find a new melody
Headstrong too long
I've tried to fight without a reason
I've been wrong,
so here's your song
To let you know
I've been too headstrong.
- The tip was actually chewed?
- Uh-huh.
- A girl after your heart, huh?
- Yep.
She have any hair on her chest?
Thanks, Suzie. Hey.
- Hey, Donny.
- Hi.
- Suzie.
- Hey, Suze.
Come on, you f***in' son of a b*tch.
Come on, you dirty f***in' whore.
Come on!
F***in' piece of sh*t.
Donny, pop the hood.
- Go on.
- What's wrong with it?
- Check the carburetor.
- No no, it ain't flooded, Wade.
It's the f***in' battery cables
and sh*t.
There's a wrench down there
right by the battery.
This thing's a piece of sh*t.
- Hit it.
- Hit it?
- Yeah, hit it.
- Just tighten the f***in' lead.
Just a second.
Okay. Okay, try it.
F***, that's bullshit.
- It's tight.
- Try it.
Tommy, I-- I've heard
all this before and I--
No, I know, I know.
I know I haven't been
the greatest father,
but I'm trying, Sam.
I'm really trying.
And the thought of not having
you guys around is killing me.
She's my world.
And if you take her away from me,
you're leaving me with nothing.
Come on, Les!
What the hell is he wearing?
All right, let's roll out, fellas.
Brakes work.
What-- finally!
Where the hell have you been?
It's cold.
What the hell is Doris doing here?
I don't know.
They kicked me out
in the middle of my cartoons.
Hey, we're heading out to Pyramid Rock.
When you getting off?
Rhett, get in here.
Rhett, have a seat.
Hey, Doris.
- Any fries, Travis?
- No.
What's going on?
The bookkeeper has brought it
to Doris's and my attention
a little bit of a discrepancy
in the daily deposits--
you know, just a little bit here,
a little bit there.
But as of lately, those differences
have totaled into quite a hefty sum.
Someone hasn't been
dipping into the till
to, say, prepare for a big move
to Nashville or something like that?
Doris,
I got no idea where that money
might be going,
but I swear I got nothing to do
with any discrepancies, all right?
You got a lot of nerve.
- Are we going?
- No, we're jerking off.
- Sh*t.
- What's going on?
Hey, am I gonna get fired?
Travis.
Hey, what's going on?
I gotta get the f*** outta here.
Why don't you come with us, then?
What are they gonna do, fire you?
Come with us.
- Hey, ladies!
- Hi.
- Where are y'all headed?
- Nowhere in particular.
We're heading up to Pyramid Rock.
- You wanna join us?
- We got lots of brewskis.
Dude, who the f*** says brewskis?
I saw it in a movie.
We don't have our bathing suits.
- Perfect.
- You coming, Rhett?
- No, I can't.
- Come on, Rhett, for old time's sake.
No, I got some sh*t
I gotta take care of.
I'll catch up with you guys later,
all right?
All right then.
You know where to find us.
- Yep.
- Keep it real, bro.
So you guys didn't see or hear anything?
I heard the guys leaving in Les's Jeep.
Do you think maybe
they took him with them?
Rough road, huh?
How's it going over there, chief?
Good.
- I'll get to the bottom of this.
- Okay.
What the hell am I still doing here, T?
I've been wondering that
for some time now.
You gotta be shittin' me.
Rhett, phone.
Hello. Hey--
Well, no-- just tell me now.
Fine, I'm coming over then.
- Gentlemen.
- Tommy.
Deputy.
What the f*** did you say to her?
- Where the hell are you going?
- I quit!
You mind taking a ride with me?
Something wrong?
Let's just talk in the truck.
Come on.
All right.
- When'd you get this rig?
Paul got a new cruiser.
I got this one.
I ain't rode in a new truck in a while.
You seen Donny today?
I run into him at the bank earlier.
He wasn't too happy to see me.
- He wasn't, huh?
- No.
I think he ran off
with Chance this afternoon.
You know where
he might have gone to?
How the hell would I know that?
I'm not his keeper.
Tsk, he doesn't care what he does
to them, does he?
I don't know what's in his fool head.
I ain't such a bad guy, am I?
After I got hired on and I caught Donny
doing something stupid,
I cut him all the slack I could.
- Why?
- Hell, I don't know.
- I--
- But you know how he is.
He's an a**hole.
Tommy, I really don't wanna be
in the middle of all this.
What do you call it if you ain't
already in the middle of it?
Can I go back now?
New Country 93.
What the f*** is that?
What are you doing?
Hail hail, the gang's all here...
- Drink 'em.
- With their ribs full of reefer
- And their bellies full of beer...
- Knock her off.
We're the pride of all our families
Hail hail, the gang's all here
With their eyes wide open
and with minds so clear
We're ready it seems
to see what it means
To be the rulers of our destiny
Well, all right.
Grandpa thinks I should've
married your mama.
Hell, I done tried that once
with this b*tch named Connie.
lt didn't work.
I don't know.
Sometimes I wish everybody'd just mind
their own goddamn business.
You know what I mean, chief?
I wish I was rich.
I'd buy you lots of sh*t,
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