Some Kind Of Wonderful

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Run, run, run.|He's gonna get you.

Good, he's dead.

It's semiconscious Keith.|Hi, ugly.

- Hi, honey. How was work?|- All right.

You still haven't told me|when you're gonna cut your hair.

I got it cut, Mom.

Mom, you're flapping your lips in vain.|Keith vacated.

Keith!|Keith, is that you?

- Yep.|- Hey, pal.

Been checking out some colleges.

Dad, you going to college?

That's great.

If I'd gone to college, I wouldn't be|selling tires six days a week.

That's what you're gonna be doing|if you don't get with the program.

Come here. Take a look a these.|Bunch of new ones came in the mail.

"Co-ed Phys Ed."

Can I do this later?

Jesus, Keith, l...

I'm not trying to|break your back here, pal.

I know.

I just want you to|think about your future.

You got a shot to be|the first guy in this family...

who didn't have to wash his hands|after a day's work.

"Co-ed Phys Ed."

Hey.

I'm looking for that song about the guy|that killed himself...

for the girl|that hated his guts.

Do you know what song|I'm talking about?

Do you understand the concept|of the word "privacy"?

Yes, I do, and that's why|I never let anyone in my room.

Get out of here|before I throw your ass out my window.

- God, are you in a nice mood today.|- I said, get out.

Is this a side effect|of being massively unliked or what?

I get a black-and-blue mark,|you're dead!

Mom!

Look at it.|You see what he did to me?

Get your head out of the light.

Sweetheart, I can't say that|I see anything. I'm sure it hurts.

Mom, then you need some glasses.

At this point, if I wanted to lie out|I could not wear a bathing suit.

You know, exposing your skin to sunlight|will make you old before your time...

and eventually you'll look|like an albino raisin.

- Thank you, Cindy.|- My pleasure.

- Stay out of his room.|- Yeah.

And you...

see me if you've got a problem with her|before you start roughing her up.

What right does she have|to break into my room?

And I did not rough her up.

I have practically no feeling left|in the upper part of my arm.

Drop it!

You know, that suggests|a circulatory problem.

I'd put more fiber into my diet|and spend less time on the phone.

- Shut up, please.|- It's my pleasure.

I wish just once you guys|could experience the humiliation...

of having the weirdest guy|in a huge school be a blood relative.

Your father said drop it.

This whole family revolves around Keith,|and I'm sick of it.

Laura, that is absolutely not true,|and you know it.

Excuse me.

Honey, you haven't|finished your dinner.

You know, I don't think|I've had a balanced meal here.

I think I'm missing one|of the important food groups.

Hey, Keith,|what about these colleges?

I expect an answer.

Did you get your eight|essential vitamins today?

Are you aware|of how close that was?

Come on, Mr. Sunshine.

Skill beyond skill.

Technique.

Imagine what I can do|when I get my driver's license back.

Don't you have any books?

No, not on me.|I forgot 'em.

You never study.

You must be getting heat|from the old man about college again.

That's all he thinks about.

Well, it's probably better to have an|old man nagging you about your future...

than no old man|not nagging you about nothing.

Things aren't too great|at home, huh?

Hey, it don't matter.|As long as you stand by me, I'm covered.

Where would I be without you?

Seeing as I drive you to school every|morning, you'd probably be at home...

asleep in bed.

Do you mind?

Very much so.

I think it's hip you paint.|I think it's hip I drum.

Hip.

It's perfect that we're friends.

You know, I'm beginning to think...

Oh!

That's original.|How long you been pulling that one?

- Watts.|- No, wait.

How long have you been a lesbian?

Excuse me?

You have a little bit too much up front|to be a guy, so you must be a lesbian.

I beg your pardon.

You know, a little too much|breastage here...

Shut up!

You f*ggot. Come on!

That's enough.|Break it up.

That's enough.

- Animal!|- Clear out.

Wimp.

Oh, sweetheart...

See, wait a minute, okay?

They jumped me. Why don't you|nail them? I didn't do anything.

Those aren't mine.

Oh, man, that's just for show.

I don't...

It's like, those were a gift|from your wife.

You just got detention, mister.

For what? For what?

Come on. We'll talk about it|in detention hall.

What's this?

Isabella of Spain.

Women who rule.

Are we getting feisty?

What?

Yo, are you sitting down?

No, I'm walking down the hall.|Why?

- I've got some bad news for you.|- What?

It's unconfirmed,|but I got it from a reliable source.

- What?|- I think your father's in school.

Has Keith decided|on a school yet?

We're zeroing in on a few.

Well, he indicated to me that he was|interested in a couple of art schools.

I don't think that's gonna happen.

Comes out of an art school,|what's he qualified to do?

I'm looking for a good business program.|I think he has a good head for business.

Well, the indications|I've gotten...

are that he's more|creatively inclined.

Fine. But we're looking|for a business school.

He can be creative|in his spare time.

How's he doing otherwise?

Fine.

Grades holding up okay?

Very well.

Well...

thanks for the help.

Call me any time you have a question.|Don't hesitate.

I will. Thank you.|I appreciate it.

You're welcome.

Keith Nelson.

Could I ask you a question|about number five on...

page three?

Hi, honey!

Could I go to the nurse?

Trust is the basis|of any relationship.

I trust you.

Now, I want you to stay close,|but not too close.

You back off when I say.|Okay?

Do both your parents work?

Yeah?

Well, maybe I'll stop by|one day after school this week.

Amanda.

Hi.

Wanna go to your place?

What's wrong?

- Do you mind?|- Yes. I wanna know what's wrong.

She's a friend of my little sister.

Her brother was in a car accident|and she's a little upset.

I know you're coming. Why would I|be trying to make it with another girl?

How can you be so beautiful|and so insecure at the same time?

Trust is the basis|of any relationship.

I trust you.

I want to give you this.

Now go get the car|and I'll meet you out front.

Hey, hey, whoa, don't.

That belongs to the slumlord|that owns this place.

It's his pride and joy.

Pretty sick.

How does it feel to stand|under a real Mercedes-Benz?

About the same as standing under a Ford.|Why? Do you get off on it?

Can I ask you a question?

You know a girl|named Amanda Jones?

In school?

- What about her?|- What do you think of her?

Rat bait. Why?

-Just curious.|- What about?

Her. Who she is.

Because she's beautiful, right?

Guys are so sickening.

Really, it must be a drag|to be a slave to the male sex drive.

I didn't say anything about sex.

Oh. Want to start|a book club with her?

I didn't say I wanted|to do anything with her.

I just think she's interesting.

Don't go mistaking paradise|for a pair of long legs.

What's that mean?

Don't go roaming where|you don't belong. It's just an opinion.

I express an interest in someone I don't|even know, and you're getting tense.

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