Sweet Hearts Dance Page #6

I'm sure

she'll go along with that.

We've done

some pretty good stuff too...

in our community.

Some of the best times of my life

have been with you guys.

Everything changes.

I don't know what the hell

we think we're doing.

We're okay.

We're just fine.

I just want us to do better.

Wiley, do you want to see me naked?

What do you think?

I think you're beautiful.

The most incredible body

you've ever seen, right?

Liar.

I liked your speech.

Thanks.

No, really, it reminded me

of when we were kids.

I mean, you were so sweet.

No, that was just so

I could get in your pants.

Oh, really?

That's all you wanted?

Yup.

Why didn't you get yourself

a cheerleader, then?

'Cause I wanted

a girl with glasses.

I guess you got more than

you bargained for, didn't you?

Well, so did I.

Well, I'm sorry.

Well, so am I.

Just run away,

you chickenshit!

You want to fight?

You want to fight with me?

Is that it?

Oh, you want to hide?

I get it!

Oh, that's typical.

You hide, I run away!

What a perfect couple we are.

Huh? No wonder

we're so f***ing hopeless.

What do you want, Sandy?

What do you goddamn want?

I want us to love each other!

Well, isn't that something.

Because that's what I want too.

Here we are.

- Where's Daddy?

- He's there.

Hi, Dad.

Did you have a good time?

Sure did.

You look tanned.

Well, I've been out in the sun.

Need a lift, Wiley?

Yes. Go on to the gym, I guess.

Jess? Stop the bus.

I want to walk.

Dad. What are you

doing in that tree?

Kyle, go back to bed.

Wiley, what are you doing?

You scared me to death.

God, how did we get

to be such a mess?

Time.

Kyle, go back to bed, damn it.

Bed, Kyle.

Wiley, maybe if...

I think if we just

worked on it a little bit...

Sandy, don't you wish

it could just be?

Yes, but you...

Is that the way you built the gym?

I mean, you just wish for it,

and suddenly it was standing there?

Would you tear it down

if there were a few...

bricks missing

or the windows were broken?

No. I mean, sometimes, Wiley,

you have to...

work on it.

I love you.

And I miss you.

And I miss our family.

I'll always love you,

Wiley Boon.

I'm sorry.

Me too.

You want to go for a ride?

I know where

we could get a sports car.

A red one.

Oh, you.

As the clock struck 12,

she rolled over in the large bed...

only to see what she'd been

listening to for the past two hours.

Her husband.

His exhale had a slight whistle.

But then the dreaded inhale

that would shake the room...

as if a train were passing through.

- She couldn't take it any longer.

- Is that your car?

She reached over and shook her oblivious

mate until he rolled onto his side.

Sam, someone is stealing your car.

And then the train.

Again she woke.

Sandy, hang on!

- Yes!

- Yea, team!

Fall from up above

Why do fools fall in love

- Why do they...

- Okay.

Let's see if we can

get Sam's car to fly.

You really going to do this?

Hang on.

- My God, we did it, Wiley!

- Come on I let's go!

Maybe the damn thing

won't sink this time.

We did it!

I can't believe it!

We did it!

- Untie those lines.

- What?

Untie that line.

But don't let go of it.

Sam is going to be so pissed off...

when he sees his car floating out

in the middle of Cavender Bog.

You want to go to the dance?

I'll have to ask my mom.

She said it's okay.

Oh, sh*t.

I don't believe this!

Hi, Sam.

Hi, Sam.

You get that thing

off of there!

That's going to be

a little hard to do right now, Sam.

Don't talk back to me.

You're in big trouble here, pal.

This is grand larceny.

What are you going to do?

You going to send me to detention?

No, I'm going to send you to jail,

that's what I'm going to do.

- You won't send me to jail.

- Both of you.

- You were in this thing together.

- That's right!

- Come on, Sam.

- Oh, for crying...

You wouldn't be laughing

if this was your truck.

- Do you think this is funny?

- Yes, it's pretty funny.

This isn't funny.

Well, it's not unfunny.

This is not funny!

No, this is funny.

- Hey!

- What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Come on, now.

- Come on. Sandy.

- What are you...

- Come on.

- You see what you did?

- It's your girlfriend that untied it.

- My girlfriend...

wouldn't have had the opportunity

to do this if you hadn't stolen my car!

Sandy, throw me

the rope here, honey. Come on.

Oh, my God.

- Oh, my God!

- We're sinking.

Okay? We're sinking now.

They're sinking now.

They're sinking.

- Oh, my God.

- I'll just pull it ahead.

Stereo, seat covers...

Smile.

Sandy, you're standing there, honey.

You're not moving.

We need help.

Go get help!

God!

- I like that.

- Nice picture.

Wiley, you want me to go back

and get your bathing suit, sweetheart?

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