Tex Page #4
- PG
- Year:
- 1982
- 103 min
- 530 Views
- You think it doesn't matter to Johnny?
Look, he's gonna be out dirt-biking
after school today.
If you two don't stop being so asinine,
I'm not gonna speak to either of you.
Oh, why,
that just might put me off my feed!
You know, Tex, you really are cute.
- Oh, Tex, you're so cute.
- Shut up.
- You're so cute.
- He's so cute.
Hey, Mike. How are you ropers doing?
- Tex, do you want a cigarette?
- No, thanks.
How come none of us was round
when you jumped the creek?
Not my fault. Must have been Sunday.
He was crazy, man.
That little dirt bike of his?
- He'd need a 350, at least.
- Fergus can't ride.
Well, I'd do it now,
except I'm low on gas.
Your bike couldn't make it
across the creek if it had wings on it.
What the hell are you saying?
Hey, Johnny!
Hey! Johnny!
Anything broken?
- I don't think so.
- Man, you could've been killed.
- What happened? Run out of gas?
- He hit a bump. Anybody can hit a bump.
- Bike looks all right.
- What's the matter? Too cold to swim?
Let me give that bike a try.
Clear a path.
Come on, Rowdy!
Man...
Are you all right, Tex?
Yeah, I'm all right.
Boy, you're crazy! Are you OK?
- Yeah.
- Oh, look at that.
- I made it. I didn't do it with wings either.
- That was great, man.
Here you go.
Um... I'm going in to Tulsa.
You wanna come?
Yeah. You think we can go see a movie?
Yeah, maybe.
You can go while I'm at the hospital
if you want.
- Hospital?
- Yeah, I got to get some tests.
Drop you off at the mall.
What's with you?
It's not cancer or anything, is it?
Cancer? Think that's all people
go to hospitals for, is cancer?
- Well, then, what is it?
- Probably nothing serious. Don't worry.
If I thought it was some kind
of big deal, I would've told you.
I don't lie to you, remember?
Tex!
Hey, Tex!
Are you deaf, or just dumb?
- Hi.
- Hi, yourself. Bargain hunting?
Naah. So, what's happening?
Going to a movie.
Cole's gonna pick us up later.
- Is it a good movie?
- I don't know. I haven't seen it yet.
- That's right.
- Yeah.
What are you doing here, anyway?
I'm just killing time.
Hey, Jamie, come on. We're already late.
Yeah, well, it certainly was interesting
talking to you. I gotta go.
See you later.
God, he is so cute!
- So, what'd they say?
- Got an ulcer.
Ulcer? Is that serious?
Well, it could get serious.
Could get pretty goddamn serious, yeah.
- How'd you get an ulcer?
- I don't know how I got it.
Doctor said I'm not supposed
to let things get to me.
However you do that.
- And I take these.
- What are they?
For pain.
- You getting pains?
- Yeah, I got pains.
Last week after practice,
I was spitting up blood.
Oh, no, man.
Are you gonna be able to play?
Yeah, for the time being.
Oh, hi, Mace!
God, I haven't seen you since forever.
Hey, Tex! How you doing?
Oh, you guys haven't seen the baby yet.
Just let me tell Lem you're here, OK?
Lem!
- It's OK, it's just Tex and Mace.
- Oh, great!
Hey, fellas, how you doing? I didn't
think you guys would ever come visit me.
- How you doing?
- Just great, man.
What do you think?
Yeah! These are Daddy's old friends, yeah.
This is Tex and this is Mason. They came
all the way from Bixby just to see you.
Yeah, how about that?
Yeah, they did.
Hey, Tex, you wanna hold him?
- Well, I never held one before.
- Go ahead, he won't bite. Here.
- Be careful.
- Hey, Lukie! Hey!
It's kinda like holding a puppy.
Ain't much heavier than a basketball,
is he?
- He's almost as round.
- Don't dribble him though, OK?
He's the one doing all the dribbling.
It's all right, sweetie.
Is he house-broken yet?
Must be fun training him, huh?
Tex, he's not a horse, OK?
Oh, yeah, by the way, guys,
I wanna show you something else.
- We'll be right back, honey.
- See you later, Luke.
- See you, Connie.
- Say bye, Lukie.
Say bye. Say bye.
Yeah, it's all right.
Da da da-da da-daaa!
When'd you get it, man?
Couple of weeks ago.
What do you think, man?
Gas jockeys must be getting better wages
these days.
Good enough, man.
I had an eight-track in there.
Got ripped off the day I got it, though.
Yeah? Where?
Over at ORU stadium.
Should have known better.
Lem, how much you been dealing?
I'm not dealing, man.
I'm just helping some friends get hold
of a little grass and speed. No big deal.
- Yeah, right.
- Don't get high and mighty with me.
I'm just a go-between. It's not like
I'm out selling it on Peoria Avenue.
And I reckon you don't use it much, either.
Oh, yeah. I'm real hooked, you know.
Next thing you know,
I'll be stealing car stereos.
Come on, man. Hey, I've seen you
about as high as anybody else.
How about Joe Ray's party.
You remember that, man?
Look, when my kid gets older,
I'll cool it.
Oh. Uh-huh.
Yeah, well, maybe
it's a little bit easier on you, buddy.
You ain't got a wife and kid to feed.
You don't have people depending on you.
- Come on, let's go for a ride.
- What do you think he is, a baboon?
Who? Me?
It ain't a big deal, Mason.
- Come on, let's go get some pizza.
- No, we'd better get going back.
- You wanna drive?
- Yeah. All right!
Come on, let's say goodbye to Connie.
When you're, like, making out with a girl,
how do you know
when it's OK to go any further?
How much further you been going?
I didn't do it going anywhere yet.
But I'm just thinking, just in case.
Uh-huh. Well, don't worry about it. You
keep going, she'll tell you when to stop.
You planning on being the school stud
or something?
You've been going all the way, right?
No, I never done that.
- Don't tell anyone.
- But I thought you and Bobby...
Bobby hasn't gone any further than I have.
Everybody talks.
If you believe everything you hear
in a locker room, you'll never wise up.
Probably had a lot of chances, though.
Right?
Yeah, I've had plenty of chances
to end up like Lem.
If you're thinking about Jamie,
Why? Just 'cause they got money
and we don't? What's the difference?
You know, money isn't everything.
It ain't the money.
Because you're Tex and she's Jamie.
You wanna pick up this kid?
We're headed for Bixby.
Step in the right direction, anyway.
- How about yourself?
Had all the 3.2% beer you can take, huh?
Yeah, that's right.
I want me some full-proof Budweiser,
so how about we just keep going
to that state line?
Let's all take it easy, huh?
Isn't this kind of extreme?
Sooner or later, somebody
would've been going to the state line.
When you got people looking for you,
you can't really wait till then,
so I decided to make it sooner.
This sucker is loaded,
in case you're wondering.
No doubt in my mind.
- Hey, man, you OK?
- He's great.
You just keep driving at the speed limit,
he's gonna be fantastic.
- Nobody said let's go cruising for a pizza.
- Nobody saw you.
Roll up that window.
I could've been in East Texas by now,
except I had some business to take care of.
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