The Wanderers Page #7

drink a little wine. We'll have a good time.

- With all these gold jackets, you know.

- Don't worry about it, man.

- Let's stay.

- We'll have a good time.

- We'll hang for a little while.

- Have something to eat.

Watch yourself. Coming through.

This is from the guys over there.

Hey, son-in-law.

I was talking with my brothers.

They agreed to bring you in.

It means you're going to do all right.

This fits real nice.

You'll grow into it.

Once you're married to my daughter,

you'll never wash another dish in your life.

Where are you going?

Just getting some fresh air.

I'll be right back.

Hey, Nina.

Nina!

Nina, wait a minute...

I'm sorry, ma'am.

I thought you were somebody else.

I'm sorry. Excuse me.

Hey, where are you guys going?

- We got to be on our way.

- On your way?

Yeah, we...

...we just came by to wish you luck.

What're you talking about?

What's going on?

Hey, Peewee, get out of there.

Come on, Joey. Leave me alone, will you?

Hey, Joey, what're you doing?

You don't talk without your Baldies.

Leave me alone.

Hey, man, you owed me, you big shithead.

Come on, don't cry.

I'm sorry.

All that time I was with the Baldies...

...and not one of them even

drops me a card.

Hey.

- I'll drop you a card, all right?

- Hey, Joey. Come on, man, let's go.

Where are you going?

Hey, where do you guys

think you're going?

- You can't go, man.

- I gotta go.

But, if you ever need us...

...just whistle loud. We'll be there.

You can't do it to me. F***ing little guy.

Come here.

Just remember one thing.

Wanderers forever.

Don't take any wooden p*ssy.

Hey, come on back, will you, guys?

Come on.

Come on with me. Everybody's inside.

Quit your f***ing crying.

- Thank you so much.

- It was a wonderful evening.

- I'm glad. Come back.

- Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

We'll come back and see you soon.

- Take care of yourself.

- Thank you.

- Is this the guy?

- This is the guy. The man of the hour.

Ladies and gentlemen,

this young man is getting married...

...and I don't know

what advice we can give him.

- Don't do it!

- What's your favorite song, Richie?

- I ain't got one.

- Well, I got one for you.

And I want you all, ladies and gentlemen,

to join in as I sing.

'"San Francisco, 2,941 miles.'"

Do we got enough gas?

Hey, Joey, do me a favor.

If we're going to travel together,

you have to promise not to be an a**hole.

Yeah, yeah. I know, I know.

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