The Hollywood Knights Page #8

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I'm just asking you

for a chance to fail.

Listen...

I'm not afraid

of you failing.

But, uh...

I guess what I'm

really afraid of is,

if you make it,

I won't be good enough

for you.

I love you.

Crystals, baby, and "Uptown. "

This is your brother Dr. J. On KBLA,

approaching the 2 a. m. Hour.

Dr. J.

DR. J:
What's happening?

This is June Bug, Willy T.

How you doing?

Hey, man. What's up?

We got this dedication.

Some pledges on the corner...

Right here?

Yeah. Right there.

They want this on the radio?

Yeah.

You got it.

They requested it for a car club.

Okay, okay.

I'm gonna take care of it.

There's a place over there on

Wilshire Boulevard. Everybody knows it.

It's called Tubby's

Drive-In. And you know what?

Tonight is the last night

it's gonna be around.

They're busting it down.

Can you believe it?

Here's the request. There's a group

of guys out there, they got a car club.

They more or less own the place.

And it's called

the Hollywood Knights.

Tonight they had a bunch

of pledges come down...

...here to get a request

on the radio, right here,

at exactly 2 a.m., and that's

what I'm gonna do for them.

I can't think of a better way to end

this show on this Halloween night, 1965,

than with Martha & The Vandellas

talking about "Heat Wave. "

Look, the little

sons of b*tches made it.

Kiss my ass.

See you in spring.

Look out after

my old lady, huh?

Listen, I'm doing the right thing.

Be careful, huh?

Take care of yourself.

Don't forget to write.

You all right?

Yeah.

I'm a little scared.

Hell, who isn't?

You've been like a dad to me.

Hey, listen,

I don't want you

hot-rodding any jeeps.

That's Dee Dee.

I gotta go.

Take care.

Hey, I'll send you

those magazines.

Hey, Wheatly.

Halloween's over.

Why don't you take off the mask?

What?

Why don't you

bite my weenie, chump?

I don't know what's gonna be.

Soon I'll be going away to college.

I'll probably never see you again.

Hey, you're going

to UCLA.

Hello?

Hello, Mother?

This is Dudley.

Dudley!

Mother, I'm calling to inform you that

I'm going to be out rather late tonight.

You're not in bed, dear?

In fact, I might not be home at all.

Mother, I have an assignation

with a young lady tonight.

I am going to explore

the boundaries of my manhood.

I see, dear.

Mother, I'm going to get laid.

You're going to be a little late.

Not late, Mother. Laid. L-A-I-D.

The past participle of the verb "to

lay. " I'm going to screw someone.

Now I've got to find out how.

Excuse me.

Honey, are you okay?

I got a little heartburn.

You know, I think that somebody

did put something in that punch.

There was something in it.

Yeah, I think you're right.

Now I feel a little funny myself.

That taste keeps coming up.

Let's go, pretty boy.

I guess we finally got rid

of those little pissants.

You bet. We really whupped

their ass tonight.

Bimbeau!

Kiss his ass!

Bullshit!

Look out.

It's okay. It's okay.

Honey, I don't feel safe here.

Your husband is right

in that house. Right there.

Don't worry about a thing.

He's dead drunk. He's passed out.

It'd take an earthquake to wake

him up. Don't worry about him.

Don't worry about anything.

I'm not.

Don't worry.

I don't even care anymore.

Rock 'n' roll!

Rock 'n' roll!

Get out! It might explode!

That son of a b*tch

hit this son of a b*tch.

Clark! You're supposed

to be riding shotgun!

You're supposed to look out for me!

I'm looking!

Jacqueline? Bob?

Jack...

Honey, the strangest thing

just happened!

We were talking and...

They knocked my pants off,

and...

I'm going for the police

now and...

We were just... -

We were talking in the car.

Don't just stand there!

Do something!

I can't believe that this sh*t

has happened to me tonight.

Mrs. Friedman!

You a**holes!

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