The Lookout Page #2
Mrs. Lange also says the women's
bathroom fixture needs a new bulb.
Good night.
He'll scoop the puck
into the right corner.
Hartigan will center it
to the far boards.
Defense pushed it back to the line
to Lidstrom into the corner for Lang.
Lang floats it back to Lidstrom,
skating on the blue line with it.
Now fires a rising shot. Kicked aside.
But a goal pass by Pascal Leclaire.
Trevor Letowski
carries it out to center ice.
A glove save. Now the puck bounces
away from Lidstrom out to center.
In pursuit Manny Malhotra.
Detroit played better
in the first period.
Malhotra is all over Williams,
forcing the Red Wings to have
a power play in their own zone.
Here comes Lidstrom
over the Columbus line.
Drop pass. Samuelson with a shot.
Passed to Danny Stevens.
Stevens back to Pratt.
Lidstrom right down the center.
Fakes it left.
Pratt fakes a shot on the right
and dekes out the goalie.
I think Mark...
Game is tied...
And there's Holmstrom,
Johnny-on-the-spot, to fire it in...
You cannot be serious.
That is pathetic.
That's Chris Pratt.
Put that f***ing thing out.
- Can I get you something?
- Yeah, an O'Doul's, please.
Yep.
This lady calls me over and she's, like,
"How many Dorothys live in Kansas?"
Hey.
Can you break a fifty?
Like, tens and fives?
Damn. And I thought I was good-Iooking.
- You having a good time?
- So far.
Well, that's all that matters, right?
Enjoy yourself.
Hey, Chris Pratt, right?
Gary Spargo. We know each other.
I was a couple of years ahead
in your sister's class.
We went out a couple of times,
but never took.
How's she doing, anyway? Alison, right?
Yeah, she's good, man.
She's married. She has a baby.
Just my luck.
- Well, it was nice seeing you, anyway.
- Yeah.
- You say hello to Alison for me.
- OK.
- Yeah. Where are you?
- It's 2.50, chief.
Ten, twenty, thirty, five, forty...
You were supposed to be here
an hour ago.
- Sorry, how much?
- 2.50.
That's not my problem.
I guess I'll see you later. OK, bye.
- Do you need any change with that?
- No, keep it.
- Thanks, chief.
- Whoa. Excuse me, uh... T.J.
You must be one hell of a bartender,
$17 tip for a $3 beer.
- What can I say?
- You can say, "It's on the house."
- It's not a problem.
- No, no, no, no.
He insists. Don't you, chief?
Yeah. Whatever.
Prick. Sh*t, I apologize
for that guy, Chris.
No, it's OK.
You know, I find myself apologizing
for people pretty often these days.
I heard something happened to you.
So, what was it? Motorcycle accident?
If you don't mind me asking.
I'm just curious.
It was a car accident.
I was driving at night
and I hit a combine that was stalled
in the middle of the road, old Route 24.
Well, how does a thing like that happen?
- I had the lights off.
- Really?
They say I got thrown 90 feet.
Wait, I'm sorry. "They" say?
Well, no, I can't remember any of it.
Well, thank God for that.
I remember, uh, right before it
and right after it
and one moment where I thought
the medevac was gonna land on top of me.
Anybody die?
Yeah, two friends.
- You do any time?
- No.
But you're doing your time right now,
though, right?
So, you drink near beer and what else?
It's like I can pick up a glass
with this hand,
can't always drink from it.
I fall asleep a lot, just nod off
in the middle of things.
- Yeah, me, too.
- Oh, yeah?
Yeah. Well, I call tomatoes "lemons."
I know that's wrong.
And sometimes certain colors
have certain smells.
That's weird.
Well, we all got our problems, right?
There's an expression: "God closes
a door, but he opens a window."
Or he closes the window
and he opens the door.
My point is...
...sometimes something good
comes from an accident, you know?
Sometimes you're out there and you...
Man, she really wears that sweater,
doesn't she?
F***.
Anyway, it was a pleasure, Chris.
- Yeah.
- Take it easy.
Once upon a time, I woke up.
I took a shower with soap.
I had breakfast.
I didn't read the paper.
I put on my coat.
I had Thanksgiving dinner
with my family.
Coming around to you.
- Got your key?
- Yeah, I got my key.
- I smell money.
- Shut up.
Barb, did you make any of this?
- No, I'm afraid not.
- You used the thin ones, right?
- Not the thick nighttime ones?
- Yes, Alison, I used the thin ones.
You look great.
Lots of color in your cheeks.
- Not sure about this coat, though.
- Where's that from? Tenth grade?
- Well, I like this coat.
- I bumped into Marilyn Hess last week.
She had Charlotte with her.
Wasn't she in your class?
She was in my class.
Conrad was in Chris's.
Charlotte said for you to call her.
She looks fantastic.
- Lost quite a bit of weight.
- I love mushrooms.
What do you call a mushroom who goes
into the bar, buys everybody a drink?
- I don't know. What?
- A fungi.
This is all very good.
The relish in particular is nice.
- Not too tart, not too sweet.
- It was my grandmother's recipe.
We can use them for the restaurant.
- Restaurant?
- Chris didn't tell you?
No. He didn't tell us.
What exactly would you do
at a restaurant, Chris?
- Well, I'd help Lewis.
- We found a space, but it needs work.
- Where?
- Waverly, near Overland.
- Where is that?
- Southside. It's a gas station.
A gas station? Really?
We'd keep the door open during summer
for an al fresco kind of thing.
If it's a gas station,
you'd have to do some work...
We're just f***ing talking about it, OK?
Excuse me.
- There are some steps.
- Oh.
Well, then, you better carry me.
Really?
Chris?
- Hey, you.
- Hey.
We gotta go. If I don't get her
down soon, she'll never sleep.
You should come by sometime.
We'll hang out.
And Dad's waiting down in the war room.
Hey, uh, you remember a Gary Spargo?
- Who?
- Gary Spargo.
He said he went out with you
a couple of times.
Well, he probably did.
- You look good. It's great to see you.
- Thanks.
Alison, right?
Say goodbye to Uncle Chris.
All right, we'll see you later.
In the last three years, we opened two
Jaguar stores and one Land Rover store.
So we're all about Ford now. But a
PorschelAudi franchise, that'd be tight.
What do you do
for the company, Cameron?
As little as possible.
Boy, you got me on the run here.
- There's a comforting sound.
- This new?
It was a gift from Charlie.
Whitehall, my partner.
Yeah, I know who Charlie Whitehall is.
- It's a nice gun.
- It's your move.
Check, by the way.
What'd you do?
- Sure you wanna do that?
- I think so.
You're gonna lose your queen, right?
- Really?
- Yeah, I'm gonna take her.
Check. In fact, checkmate.
- I didn't see that.
- I got lucky.
- Good game, Dad.
- We got time for another quick one.
I think we should go. Lewis, wanna go?
Would you rather I let you win?
Dad, I can't play chess anymore.
I'm sorry.
- Well, it's good seeing you.
- Good seeing you.
Happy Thanksgiving, son.
Can I say something?
You won't get upset?
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