Some Kind Of Wonderful Page #6

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To win big you gotta do what?

- Lose.|- Lose big.

What are we doing now?|We're losing big.

Double nickels.|Ten the hard way.

Mess with the bull, you get the|horns. You know what I'm saying?

Very uptown.

Hey, you're smiling.

I'm sorry.

Don't apologize. It's nice.|You have a lovely smile.

- You should smile more often.|- Okay.

Whenever I try not to smile,|I smile more.

No, I got the chin.

- I'll get the door.|- No, I got it.

Sorry I wasn't more on the ball.|I was... comatose.

Here, I brought you|something to eat.

A gift? For me?

- Yeah, thought you might be hungry.|- Gee, thanks.

Eating and driving, it's as handy|as skiing and doing your taxes.

Well, maybe you can eat it|at the next stop.

Could I book time to take a leak?

- What's your problem?|- Nothing.

Excuse me a minute, please.

Listen, you volunteered to do this.|I was all prepared to drive.

You said, "No, I'll drive|so you guys can talk." Remember?

It was this morning, moron.|Of course I remember.

So why are you giving me sh*t?

Let's go.

If my dinner reeks, let me know.|I'll put it in the trunk.

It's fine, really.

Well, then, we're off.

- Pardon me.|- No problem.

Good.

Thank you.

Break his heart,|I break your face.

What are we doing here?

- It's an art museum.|- What are we doing here?

You don't like art?

I do like art. It's just that...

Isn't it closed?

That doesn't mean|we can't go in.

Okay.

Hello. We've been waiting for you|a long time, my pop and I.

Come on in. Right this way.|Gimme five over here, pal.

- There you go.|- Amanda, Duncan.

- Nice to meet you, Amanda.|- And...

No monkey business.

Dad, freeze it, okay?

I told you before,|this is gonna be all fine.

God.

Those are nice legs, man.

I lose my job because of this,|you're in the dumper, Duncan.

Absolutely, Pop, absolutely.

Hey, thanks a lot.

Just remember,|anything for a pal, okay?

Have you ever been here before?

Yeah. Sixth grade.|I don't remember.

I come here all the time.

I've never been here|at night, though.

This place is my church.

I could come here and what anybody|says about me doesn't matter.

I have to come back here|when I can spend more time.

We have all night.

There's one in here|that I'd like to show you.

So what do you see in me?

- Be honest.|- What do you see in me?

You first.

Nobody thought anything about me|other than I look good next to them.

I went along with it|because I'd...

I'd rather be next to somebody|for the wrong reasons...

than alone for the right ones.

I'd rather be right.

Can't stand being alone.

Nobody can stand being alone.

The minute you stop thinking there's|someone for you, it's over, isn't it?

- Isn't it?|- I don't know.

I've been waiting a long time...

and I still don't have it,|but I will.

What are you talking about?

You know what I'm talking about.

- No, I don't.|- Yes, you do. It's not funny.

- I know you know what I mean.|- I don't.

This.

Tonight was a joke.

I was set up.|You used me, right?

- You think I used you?|- Didn't you?

- I don't know, in a way.|- In a way?

There's only one way|you use someone.

You either do, or you don't.

You didn't use me?

God, you hypocrite.

What's hanging in that museum?|My soul? No, it's my face.

You're using me|to pay back every guy...

with more money|and more power than you.

Paint it any color you want.

It's still you using me.

You're right.

I did use you.

For all those reasons.

I'm sorry.

Can we call it even?

We're even.

- This is for you.|- What is this?

It's my future.

In this box is my future.

Every cent I've ever earned.|It's for you.

- I can't take these.|- You have to.

I know you liked them. I saw you|wearing Shayne's, remember?

This is insane.|It doesn't make any sense.

You shouldn't|have to borrow anything.

You're too good for that.

Why are you crying?

I feel so terrible|for what I've been doing.

I hate feeling ashamed.

I hate where I'm from.

I hate watching my friends get|everything their hearts desire.

I gave in to that hatred|and I turned on what I believed in.

I didn't have to.|You didn't.

So you won't do it again.

You don't have to.

Ever.

What now?

Hardy's house.

Did you forget something? He wants|to beat the crap out of you.

- It's for real.|- I know.

If you want to do that,|drive yourself.

I have to face him sooner or later.

- It's not just Hardy. It's his friends.|- I can handle it.

I could beat the crap out of you.|You won't last six seconds.

I know what I'm doing.

Don't go overboard, studly.

Let's go.

- You don't have to do this.|- Yeah, I do.

Okay. I'll be here.

Thanks.

Guess what? Amanda brought him.

Welcome.

Glad you could come by. I was|worried you would disappoint us.

- Did you have a good time?|- Yeah.

She's deceptively innocent,|isn't she?

Clean, nice on the outside.

Did she do you?

See...

the one thing that|I'm glad about...

is that you get her used.

Back off, man!

That was not very smart, friend.|I don't even care about you.

She's the trash.|You're just a fool!

Take him outside|and kick the sh*t out of him.

Why don't you take me outside?

What?

I said, "Why don't you|take me outside?"

I don't play that way.|I would love to.

I am the host here.|I have guests.

I said take him outside, okay?

- You don't want to do this.|- Oh, really?

Yeah. You said yourself,|I'm the trash.

I got him into this.|Why don't you deal with me?

That's very touching, standing up|for your new man. I like that.

Let him go. Why don't you|do something right for once?

Forget it. It's worthless.|You can't talk to him.

What do you want?

You know what I want.

Okay.

Okay, you want me back?|I'm back.

Come on. It's not that easy.

You're gonna have to convince me.|I want you to beg.

Let him go.

Come on, you're a beggar. Beg.

Bastard.

You're gonna have to beg.

I don't think|that's gonna be necessary.

I didn't know Jenns lived in|a henhouse. Did you know that?

Must be a henhouse, 'cause I|don't see nothin' but chicken sh*t.

I don't want any trouble.|My parents will be home soon.

You leave now,|and we'll forget everything.

Let's just cut the bullshit.|All right?

Please? I'm here to wipe the floor|with your ass.

You know it, everybody knows it,|and you deserve it.

I think it's safe to say...

that this party is about to become|a historical fact.

Wait, wait.

- Let me talk to him.|- Okay.

Look, I'm perfectly willing|to forget this.

Okay? I see no reason|in carrying this on any longer.

It was a joke. It's gone too far.|It's over. Okay?

You want the truth?

You want the plain truth?

You're over.

Are you just gonna leave?

There isn't anything|I could do to him...

that he hasn't|already done to himself.

Wish I could live with that.

Good move, Amanda. I approve.

- Thanks again, Duncan.|- No problem, no problem.

You guys go along.|We're gonna stick around here.

Try to crank up this party|to a nice respectable level.

Don't worry. I won't mess him up.|I'm not even gonna touch him.

Just gonna make him cry|a little bit.

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