Some Kind Of Wonderful Page #5

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Those?

Yeah, those.

Solid choice.

That's the ticket.

I think we've pretty much|covered everything.

All the arrangements|have been made.

Yep.

- You know what you're gonna say?|- Whatever comes to mind.

Uh-huh. You wanna|plan it out a little?

It'll sound false.

I wanna be true|to my instincts.

Don't think I'm being weird,|but what if...

what if she wants you|to kiss her?

Well, then I guess I'm just|gonna have to kiss her.

Amanda's no minor leaguer who'll be|swept off her feet by your amateur lips.

Thanks.

This babe|has plenty of battle scars.

- I think I can handle it.|- Great.

Well, I just think maybe...

you should consider whether or not|you can deliver a kiss that kills.

What, you think I can't?

If you say you can,|you probably can.

Well, no, I'm no expert.

It's cool. I was just gonna work on it|with you, but if you're comfortable...

great.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

How do you work on it?

Pretend I'm a girl.

Okay?

I mean...

pretend I'm her.

Amanda.

I know it's a big stretch,|but try it.

Come here.

I didn't mean to scare you.

All right.

What do you do with your hands?

- Well, that depends.|- No, it doesn't depend.

They go on her hips.

Okay.

Do it.

Look into my eyes.

- I don't have to do this, you know.|- I know. I'm sorry.

Just grow up a little.

She'll probably do this.

- How do you know?|- I watch a lot of TV.

Close your eyes.

What? What?

Lesson's over. You're cool.

You're blushing.

Yeah, right. The day I blush...

No, no, that was very nice.|You're... You're pretty.

This is how you repay a favor, I'm|not rich enough to be your friend.

No, wait. I didn't mean anything.|I'm sorry.

Don't be mad, okay?

I'll see you tonight.

Geez!

Dad. What are you doing?

Get dressed.|I wanna talk to you.

I wanna know what's wrong.

- Are you in trouble?|- No.

Were you at the bank recently?

You withdrew the college money,|didn't you?

- Yeah.|- It's going back, pal.

Every last cent of it's going back.

You don't get this close|to something and piss it away.

It's not going back|'cause I don't have it.

I spent it.

What'd you buy, a car?

Whatever you bought you can take|back and you're gonna take it back!

Dad, I can't.|I don't want to.

I don't care what you want!

The money's going back in the bank|and that's final!

You're not listening to me. I don't|have the money. I can't get it back.

You had no right|touching that money!

I had every right!|I earned it!

- Where's the f***ing money?|- Dad, calm down.

- The money is not important here...|- You don't know what's important!

You don't know|what you're talking about!

I do know what I'm talking about!

You just never listen to me!|You only hear what you want!

- Will you listen to me for once?|- I'm listening.

I'm not gonna go to college.|The money is gone.

You can't get it back!|It's over, this whole dream!

It's not what I wanted.|It's what you wanted!

I never wanted it! I just didn't|have the guts to tell you!

You're only 18 years old,|for Christ's sake!

Then I'm 19, then I'm 20!|When does my life belong to me?

Dad, listen to me.|I'm going out with a girl tonight.

She's beautiful,|and everybody's in love with her...

and she's going out with me.

Get it?

See, in the eyes of most people|around here, I'm a nothing.

So I don't start agreeing with them,|I'm gonna go through with this date.

I just... I want to show this girl|that I'm as good as anybody else.

So what, are you gonna|impress her with money?

Think that's the solution?

Didn't you ever have guys|at your school that didn't fit in?

- Yeah, of course.|- Yeah?

Well, I'm one of those guys.

Thought things were|going okay for you.

Yeah, well, I like art,|I work in a gas station...

my best friend's a tomboy.

These things don't fly well|in high school.

I didn't know about this.

How could you know about it?|You're my father.

Jesus, Keith.|How could you blow all that money?

Believe me, there's a good reason|behind all this.

You've just got to trust me.

Trust you?|There's a limit.

How can you put a limit on trust?

Do you know any father who would|let his kid do something like this?

So why should I have to|go along with it?

Because you believe in me.

Listen, I'm gonna replace the money.

Think about it. You know I will.|I'm not stupid.

I didn't work all this time...

just to throw everything away|without thinking about it.

I know what I'm doing.

You sure?

Yeah.

Okay.

I'm still gonna ride your ass about|college. I'm not giving up on that.

All right.

I've said my piece.

- Do me a favor, will you?|- Sure.

Stop calling me Clifford.

No problem.

Hi.

Stop sneaking around|listening at people's doors.

- Me?|- Yeah, you.

Dad, I just came up to tell Keith|that Watts is downstairs waiting.

Well, don't get in his way.

- Did he go apeshit?|- No.

- Really?|- I'm really in kind of a hurry...

I just came up|to wish you luck tonight.

Okay? I have all my friends|crossing their fingers for you.

Thank you.

He really didn't go apeshit?

He's probably saving it for me.

- You want me to lock up for you?|- Please. Thanks.

Gimme a break.|Would you look at us?

I think you look tremendous.

Too bad my grandmother|bit the dust.

She'd be very proud|I'm wearing a bra.

Go get your scag|and let's roll.

Ma, it's for me.

What time will you be home?

- Early.|- Tell Hardy hello for us.

- Okay. Bye.|- Bye.

- Hi.|- Hi.

- You look different.|- Than what?

- Than before.|- I'm wearing a suit.

- So.|- Are you ready?

Yeah. I'm standing in an open door.|I guess you could say that.

- Let's go.|- All right.

- Check that out. Did you steal it?|- No, I borrowed it.

I figured your ass was|too precious for vinyl.

You're right.

Wha...

Thank you.

So, do you always bring|an extra girl when you go out?

I like to cover my bets.

That's very cute.|I'll have to remember that.

I'm gonna love this one.|I can feel it already.

Is it moving?

Well, what is it?

It's beluga caviar.

It's the most expensive caviar|you can buy.

I thought you were an uptown girl.|You should know this stuff.

Look...

How this happened is as much of|a mystery to me as it is to you.

I'm no more thrilled about it|than you...

so why don't you just stop|giving me attitude, please?

- I'm giving you attitude?|- Yeah.

Like on Friday,|pulling that he-man power play...

about how I have to ask my friends|for permission.

I didn't appreciate it. I don't like|being treated like that.

Well, it's true, isn't it?

- At least I have friends.|- Are you sure?

Look, do you want|to end this right now?

Relax.|Calm down. Please.

Listen, we ordered.|I don't want to end it.

Enjoy the atmosphere.|Pretend I'm dead.

I wish.

Throw it out. Dice coming out.

- All right. Makes a point...|- A point is ten.

All right, onetime bet.|Onetime bet only.

- I'll give you five to one on it.|- Five? Five to one?

Seven to one.

Seven to one? Does it look like|the Sahara here?

- Do I look Italian?|- I don't need this. I got action.

- Sit. Conference. What do you say?|- No way.

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