Some Kind Of Wonderful Page #3

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'Cause you radiate|this sexual vibe.

And if you wanted to,|you could be a girl like that.

Ray, this is 1987.

Did you know that a girl|can be whatever she wants to be?

I know.|My mom's a plumber.

That explains|a lot about you, Ray.

And I have an enormous amount|of respect for her.

-Just sit here and act like you like me.|-Okay.

That'll be absolutely no problem.

Hello.

Keith, hi. What's up?

Are you busy now?

Oh, no. We were just talking.|Why?

'Cause I would like to|borrow your car.

If you have something to do,|I can come back and pick you up.

But can I borrow your car?

Well, where are you going?

I'd like to give Amanda|a ride home.

Hey, by the way, congratulations, dude.|She's smokin'.

All right.

Thanks.

Is that okay?

I'd appreciate|a couple bucks for gas.

Sure.|I'll come back in about an hour?

It's just time.|Not like it means anything.

Thanks.

So, you gotta wait around|an hour?

If I want to.

Do you know how much damage|we could do to each other in an hour?

It's kind of a revolting thought,|actually.

Really?|What's "revolting" mean?

- Oh, my God. Get your hands off me.|- Does it mean you wanna come over?

For spring break?|Are you out of your mind?

That's it, I'm taking you to Aspen.|No, I'll take you to Chile.

- Amanda. Hello.|- Hi.

Would you like a ride home?

Well, I'm going home with Shayne.

Shayne, this is Keith.

Keith, Shayne.

Well, I was just hoping|we could talk.

Why don't you call me?

Okay.

Why don't you go with him?

Okay, I'm sorry.

Where's your car?

Well, I'll pull around.

Okay.

Thanks a lot.

- What?|- You made me look really stupid.

I did not. He's giving you|the perfect opportunity to back out.

He wants to talk, so tell him|you're back with Hardy.

- I'm not back with Hardy.|- Okay, then tell him you used him.

- I didn't use him.|- Oh, really?

You didn't use him|to get away from Hardy?

It wasn't deliberate.|I was mad, and he stepped in.

- It was bad circumstances. Okay?|- Okay.

Regardless, the longer you wait|to kill it, the worse it's gonna be.

You saw his face.|I mean, he's completely deluded.

Unless, of course,|you're really interested in him.

Please, please.

The car won't start.

Wait, wait, wait.|Shayne. Shayne!

Look, I gotta get home.|I really do.

I'm sorry.

No, I understand.|That's fine, that's fine.

I'll see you later.

Can I have a ride?

What happened|to Prince Charming?

Come on.

- It's okay?|- Come on!

- There's no door.|- Get in.

- Are you in?|- Yes.

So, where are we going?

Home.

- Where's that?|- "D" Street.

It's around the corner from...|under the bridge from my house.

Those are nice earrings.

Oh, thank you.|They're not mine.

I borrowed them from Shayne.

They're real.

What?

Amanda, isn't there something|you wanted to say to...

I'm sorry.|What's your name again?

- Keith.|- Oh, yeah, Keith.

You wanna back out of the date?

No... I mean, if you want out,|I'll understand.

I wouldn't have asked you out|if I didn't want to go.

I don't want out.|Do you?

No.

It's the white house on the left.

- Well, thank you.|- My pleasure.

- You okay?|- Yeah.

- Bye.|- Bye.

Thanks.

Well, that was swift.

I gave you a perfect window|to throw him out of, and you went limp.

Look, maybe you can do|something like that, but I can't.

At least not in cold blood.

Then I guess you got yourself|a new boyfriend.

Hi, guys.|Did you come by to see my brother?

Oh, my God.

What? No.

I mean,|we just dropped him home.

He told you we live here?

He is so modest.|He kills me.

I suppose|he didn't mention anything...

about our ancestral estate|in Scotland...

or our apartment in Paris.

So modest.

Hi, ass-face.

- I just saw your girlfriend out front.|- Did she say anything to you?

Well, that's for me to know|and you to find out.

- Mom! Let go!|- Tell me!

Look, how far are you going?

- The nearest gas station.|- Oh. Wonderful.

How far is that?|Russia or something?

Don't worry about it.|You're young.

Not anymore.

Look, you'd better give me|your phone number after this.

- How you doing?|- All right.

- You nervous about something?|- No. No.

- You look nervous. You okay?|- I'm fine.

Do you always|come to school this early?

- No. Do you?|- Never.

So why today?

I wanted to talk to you.

About?

Not about art. Look, I'm|totally cool with the situation.

I was looking for a way out of the thing|with Amanda. You saved me a tough talk.

I'm supposed to|believe this, right?

It's true.

I don't want Amanda hating me.|I don't want anybody hating me.

So I'd appreciate|you doing me a favor.

I don't know your plans for Saturday,|but I'd like you to swing by my place.

I'm having a party.|My parents are in Europe.

You're inviting me|to your house?

Yeah, I invited a lot of people.|Is something wrong?

- Gee, I don't know. You tell me.|- There's nothing wrong on my end.

You got an inferiority complex|or something?

I've known Amanda a long time,|and I'd like to keep it that way.

If it's too much to ask you to bring her|to a party, hey, I'm sorry I asked.

Put yourself in my position.|This doesn't sound too good.

Put yourself in my position.

I invite a former girlfriend and the|guy who stole her from me to a party.

You think this makes me look good?|I've taken a lot of sh*t over this.

That's why I'm a little cautious|about your motives.

I'll buy that.

Come on. It's a party.|It's not the end of the world.

Are you being straight with me?

Do you see any reason at this point|why I should play games?

Well, I'll...

- I'll talk to Amanda about it, but...|- I've already talked to her.

- She's fine with it.|- You talked to her?

Really?

Well, we'll drop by, then.

Good.

You know, it wouldn't be|the weirdest thing in the world...

if you and I actually|turned out to be friends.

Yes, it would.

See you.

- Got a coat and tie?|- No.

See you Saturday.

You took the words|right from my lips

Without askin'

I played this scene before

And I won't be the one|left cryin'

And if you think|that love's for sale

Well, I'm not buyin'

Once you've crawled on the floor|you can't find it no more

'Cause I'm all out of love|I can't take no more

Still awake at night|and I call your name

Dreamin'of you

Awake at night|Always the same

I call your name|but you slip right through

Since when do your parents|let you go clubbing on school nights?

I'm waiting for Amanda.

Here? She's coming here?|On a school night?

Did I miss something?|Is there a new world order?

Look, if you're gonna bug me and make|me feel bad, can you do it later, please?

She said she'd meet you here?

Not in those words.

In any words?

Maybe she didn't have ID.

Who doesn't have ID?

Maybe she doesn't like you|as much as you think.

Maybe.

Do you miss me, Keith?|Do you miss not being around me?

This isn't the third grade|anymore.

She doesn't love you.

It's a joke.|It's all a joke.

How do you know?

I'd bet my hands on it.

You don't wanna make that bet.

Yeah, I do.

I've been thinking a lot lately|about you and me...

and I came to a conclusion|that I didn't want to deal with.

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