Summer of Sam Page #9

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What the f*** is this?

Oh, my God.

Look at those girls looking at me.

- Looking at me like I'm the freak.

- Just don't pay attention to them.

Look at that thing on her tongue.

I-I don't like this place.

- I think maybe we should go.

- You think so?

You think that's right, though, huh?

Maybe we should say hello to Ritchie.

Maybe go for one drink

and then get the hell out, huh?

- Your call.

- No.

I-I-I wanna go. I skeeve this place.

- You sure?

- Yeah, I'm sorry. Let's just go.

OK. All right.

Where the hell do you want to go?

- Um...

- Anywhere. I don't care.

- ?

- Studio?

- Is that where you wanna go?

- We're dressed for it, baby.

OK. It's your car. It's your night.

Hello from the gutters of New York City

Filled with urine, vomit, stale wine

- And blood

- And blood

Hello from the sewers of NYC

Which swallow up these delicacies

I said hello, hello

From the gutters of the city

Where we're washed away

by the sweeper trucks

Hello, hello, hello, hello

Hello

Hello, hello, hello, hello

Hello

Goodbye

This summer you die

Hello from the cracks in the sidewalks

Of New York City

From the ants that dwell here

- In these cracks

- These cracks

Hello from the ants

that feed on dried blood

Of the dead

that's fallen into these cracks

I'm sick and tired of bad dates

Don't flaunt no sh*t, no time to wait

I just want to gravitate

Out of sight, out of sight

Out of sight, out of sight

Oh, let's go

Out of sight, out of sight

Out of sight, out of sight

Oh, let's go

Oh, my God, look at the line.

Jesus Christ!

Honey, I can't wait to hear

what music they're gonna play in here.

You get so excited by this stuff.

Honey, we're gonna dance.

The people we're gonna see...

Look at the limos and everything.

The people.

I don't wanna wait on line.

- Excuse me, you waiting on line?

- Yes, I'm waitin' to get in.

Oh, my God. Those are... Those are men.

Shh!

- He sure is ugly, though.

- Shh!

How are we gonna get in, baby?

- Why don't we walk up and pretend?

- Push through. Act like you belong.

- How ya doing?

- Whoa. Are you on the list?

- What list?

- Did somebody put you on the list?

- Yeah.

- How do you know about the list?

- Get behind the line.

- The line? Wait a minute.

You're confusing me.

What do you mean about the line?

Come on. Behind the ropes.

We came all the way from the Bronx.

Vinny, give him some money.

Look how beautiful she is. Let her in.

Hey, it's the first goddamn star

I've seen tonight.

Give me the camera.

Just stand there for one second.

What's your name? What's your name?

- My name's Vinny.

- Vinny, smile, smile!

That's it. Oh, God, you're beautiful!

Hey, we're trying to get in.

- Who's your lady? Come with us.

- She's my wife.

All right. Everybody out.

- Here we are, Vinny!

- Ooh! Ooh!

Simon says hold this.

Simon says hold this.

Come on. Let's go.

- This is your palace.

- Simon, it's a beautiful palace.

There you go, baby.

Oh, sh*t.

I never knew places like this existed.

Oh, honey, I'm really stoned.

Maybe we should go.

Oh, come on. I don't really want to go.

I wanna stay.

But if you wanna go, I'll go.

I don't care. Whatever you want.

You want to go or you want to stay?

If you want to stay, I'll stay.

You sure? If you want to go, I'll go.

- No. I'll stay.

- OK, let's stay. Good.

("Everybody Dance" by Chic)

Honey, people can see us.

Come on, baby. Trust me.

Just close your eyes like this.

Please trust me.

Everybody dance

Doo-ooh, clap your hands

Clap your hands

Everybody dance

Doo-ooh, clap your hands

Clap your hands

Music never lets you down

Puts a smile on your face

any time, any place

Dancing helps relieve the pain

Soothes your mind

Makes you happy again

Listen to those dancing feet

Close your eyes and let go

But it don't mean a thing

if it ain't got that swing

Take it up your f***in'...

I'm f***in'... Come on!

Everybody dance

Doo-ooh, clap your hands,

clap your hands

Everybody dance

Doo-ooh, clap your hands,

clap your hands

Everybody dance

Doo-ooh, clap your hands...

("Dancing Queen" by ABBA)

Is this another one of your shortcuts?

You can dance

So what, you're not gonna talk?

The whole way home?

Having the time of your life

Come on, Vinny. Tell me something.

What do you think?

Digging the dancing queen

Did that guy f*** you better than me?

I'm embarrassed.

I don't wanna talk about that.

F***in' embarrassed?

Did he f*** you better than me?

- I did it for you.

- You did it for me.

Oh, that's nice. You did it for me.

Did you like it for me?

Did you f***in' come for me, huh?

Was that for me?

That was the pills. That was the coke.

Don't blame the pills,

you f***in' lesbian whore.

Don't f***in' do that sh*t.

You were there, too.

You're a f***in' whore.

I can't be a whore cos I'm a man, OK?

You're the f***in' whore,

you stupid lesbian f***in' whore!

You're a f*ggot f***in' hairdresser.

Get the f*** out of the car.

You get the f*** out.

- I said get out!

- There's a psycho killer out there!

I hope he f***in' kills you.

Get the f*** out of my car!

It is my car! I will not get out!

You get the f*** out!

I don't give a sh*t!

Get the f*** out!

- I will not get out of the car.

- Get out!

You get out of my car! Get out now!

F***in' piece of sh*t.

F***in' make me sick, you f***in' slut.

I am a slut? You're calling me a slut?

You lowlife piece of sh*t!

You f***ed my cousin!

You didn't think I knew about that.

I smelled her p*ssy juice

all over your f***in' face!

You f***in' sick bastard! How dare you?

All this time I'm thinking

there's something wrong with me.

You perverted sick f***!

Come on, Dionna, please.

I'm sorry. Get in the f***in' car.

No.

Come on. Get in the car.

Come on. Let's go.

F*** you.

Come on. Get in the car. Please, baby.

Don't "baby" me! I'm gonna wait here

until somebody comes along.

I gonna wait until some soul brother

comes in his big black Cadillac.

And you know and I know

he's got a big black dick.

- Don't talk like that. Get in the car.

- Oh, f*** you.

Please, please,

don't make me have to beg you.

- Don't make me have to hurt you.

- Hurt me?!

Don't you lay a pinky on me!

I'll get him to kick your ass,

then I'll f*** him!

You wanna watch, Vinny?

Will that turn you on?

You linguine dick motherf***er!

You wanna watch while I suck a big

black dick in a big black Cadillac?

- Shut the f*** up!

- You shut the f*** up.

Get the f*** inside the car now!

Hello! Anybody out there?

- Shut the f*** up and get in the car.

- Any black dick out there?

It better be big cos

there's some free p*ssy!

I don't get hard any more

because you don't turn me on any more.

- You're a f***in' pervert.

- Get in. I'm sick of this.

I'll take you to your father's,

then I don't want to see you.

All right. You wanna drive?

Drive me over there, you f***in' dyke!

F*ggot f***in' hairdresser!

I hope he kills you! I hope you die here!

Dionna! Dionna, come back here.

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