The Waterdance Page #2

Yeah, I figured that.

How you doing, nurse?

Here you go, Ray.

Sorry, man, but that was the

last extra one they had.

You have to go with what

the good lord gives you.

Fish is pretty good, huh, Joel?

You'll think so too after a few months.

Macradenal.

Wh-what about a painkiller?

I want a painkiller.

Later.

Enjoy your fish.

Oyeles, mi amigo.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, I almost forgot.

Teatro de kung fu, right?

Wait a minute, man.

Oh, come on, Bloss, man.

You know that every time we vote on this

stuff, it always ends up the same way.

Oh, yeah? In case you haven't noticed,

there's another patient in the room.

Not to mention, one less Mexican.

Eh, amigo?

Why don't we take

ourselves another vote?

All right, you wanna vote,

we'll vote.

We already know your vote.

Victor, we know your vote.

Mr. Gibson,

what do you say?

Les, you know me.

Whatever's on is all right with me.

All right, fair enough.

Ray, what you say?

Don't like football

and I don't like kung fu.

Okay, we have three abstentions, we

got one kung fu, we got one football.

Joel, it's on you, man.

Uh, yeah, I'll just give

my vote to you, Les.

Yeah, great.

We're gonna have to flip a coin.

Flip a coin, my ass. Hey, we gotta

stick together on this thing, Joe.

I-I don't really

watch tv.

Ain't about tv, man. It's about

football, man. Motherfuckin' raiders!

Listen, around here, you and me,

we gotta stick together, man.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about not letting these n*ggers

and spicks take over this room, man.

My last name is Garcia, Bloss.

Joel Garcia.

Hey, hey, come on,

big guy, call it.

You should channel this hostility

in a more positive direction.

You're a little prick,

you know that, man?

Come on, Bloss.

Heads or tails, man.

Heads.

Tails it is, man.

Whoo! Garcia!

Garcia?

Oh, boy, that's deep.

That is deep.

Les...

I am.

Guess who's in

the private room.

I am.

Here we go.

Ready to roll.

Gonna have to buy me one

of those vans with a lift.

All right. Okay.

You clear over there?

Yeah, I'm good.

All right.

You okay?

Yes, I'm fine.

Whoo! Whoo!

Cheryl, get him... get him

under the chair. Now.

Looks a little pale.

Are you okay?

Maybe a little dizzy, but...

get that chair

under him, Cheryl!

I got him.

It's nothing to worry about.

Here he goes.

Joel. Joel?

Here he is.

Ah, better wait on that van.

Mm-hmm.

Make way, harley!

Ooh, you're so pitiful.

Pitiful! F*** you!

You're pitiful.

You know you're so pitiful.

Shut the f*** up!

What's the matter, harley,

you running out of gas?

Uh-oh. Uh-oh!

Come on, harley.

I'm gonna wait for you.

Come on, baby.

Harley Davidson ain't sh*t

compared to a Cadillac.

F*** you, motherf***er!

Whoo!

Yes, can I help you?

Yeah, hello?

That's mine.

Yeah, I've been waiting

for about ten minutes.

That's just the way things

are sometimes, isn't it?

Please hold. Wait.

Wait. No, no.

Forget it.

Hey there, Mr. Gibson.

How you doing? All right.

Wonderful. Wonderful.

Hi. How are you?

Hey. Psych!

Les!

Hey! Won't be too long before

the new bambino is here, huh?

That's wonderful.

You know, I got a little girl... Starletta.

Beautiful child.

There's a picture of her over there.

Les!

Rosa, why don't you go see

what Vernon wants?

It's not my name he's calling.

Les!

What's wrong with him, anyway?

Broken neck, a head injury.

Kind of cut his vocabulary

to a minimum.

Les!

I'll be right back.

Les! Les!

Look, man, I'm all wet again.

Gizmo done busted.

Give me five minutes,

okay, Ray?

Okay. Okay.

Hey, how you doing

there, halo head?

So, you're a writer, huh?

- Some people think so.

- Yeah? Well, that's great.

That's great. You know, Raymond

hill is a man of many stories.

True things... make

your a**hole go tight.

See, see, I was settled down

when this happened to me.

You know, just on my way

to buy a pack of cigarettes.

Two guys jumped me, beat the hell out

of me and throw me in the L.A. river.

Joel, ain't no water

in that river.

I mean, I have to admit, I was

kind of wild and kind of crazy.

Take this, for instance.

Now, you see this?

Crazy ass ho chopped it off

with a straight razor.

- I thought that a crazy

man chewed... - Joel!

You got to watch those women.

They're soul stealers.

Now let's take that one

you got, for instance.

Now, she a pretty one,

but she's a soul stealer.

N-now no matter

what happens,

part of your soul is gonna be gone, so you

might as well be glad to give it on up.

You know, I do remember that.

I had one woman like that once.

Oh, she was a beauty. White woman.

Her name was Annabelle Lee.

Stripper. Three weeks in a tiny

little bed in a tiny little room.

Ray. Ray, what do we

gotta do, man, huh?

We gotta listen to your stories

all day and night, man?

Just mind your business, Bloss.

Me and this man here are talkin'.

You're talkin', man. He's being

polite while you're telling him lies.

- What lies? - Lies, man.

Just shut up.

You know, Bloss,

I'm gonna tell you something.

See, it don't matter to me none if you

keep your mind closed. That's okay.

But it does concern me when you

start libeling my good name.

Gonna do more

than libel your name, man.

This man got a problem

with the race.

I told him it's nothing

but ignorance and fear.

That's all it is...

ignorance and fear.

You're a writer, tell him.

Tell him! Ignorance and fear.

F*** you!

Well, it could just be

a zinc deficiency.

That's exactly what I was

gonna say to him!

I told that man there. I said, "the black

man know how to please a white woman."

Hey, Ray, wh-where is this white woman if

she's in love with you? Where is she?

I don't know where she is,

bubblehead!

Oh, yeah. Mr. big sh*t

with all the women, man.

Your wife don't even

come to visit you, homey.

I'll tell you what, man.

Just to shut you the f*** up.

I'll wager good money that this

white b*tch don't even exist,

except in your f***in'

black head, man.

Mm-hmm, fantasy island,

motherf***er.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, right. Yeah.

All that money that you're supposed to be

making from this lawsuit of yours, huh?

Mm-hmm. Money that

you couldn't match, man.

I'll match anything you put down.

Come on, you two.

What, man? What do you want, man?

Come on with it.

- Come with it.

- Fifty bucks?

That ain't sh*t.

Hundred dollars.

Oh, a hundred dollars.

That's sh*t, man.

Whatever you wanna bet, man.

Just shut up.

You got it.

You got it.

Rosa, you hear that?

You're a witness.

- You leave me out of this.

- We got a bet.

Yeah, we got a bet.

Now you gotta prove yourself.

Don't worry about it.

I'll figure it out.

You boys better not

cause me any trouble.

Just tell him to shut up,

all right, man?

Does any of these people

go home around here, man?

Rosa!

Rosa!

They said they were going to

keep the hardcover graphics.

I put in my two cents,

but I don't run the place.

Sexy picture of you, though.

Before the haircut?

Okay, try the keyboard.

They told me it's the softest touch.

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