Footloose Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Footloose Script


  

  

 

                   

I gotta cut loose, footloose



 

                   

Kick off your Sunday shoes



 

                   

Please, Louise



 

                   

Pull me off of my knees



 

                   

Jack, get back



 

                   

C'mon before we crack



 

                   

Lose your blues



 

                   

Everybody cut footloose



 

                   

You're playin'so cool



  

                   

Obeying every rule



  

                   

Dig way down in your heart



  

                   

You're burning, yearning for some



  

                   

Somebody to tell you



  

                   

That life ain't passing you by



  

                   

I'm trying to tell you



  

                   

It will if you don't even try



  

                   

You can fly if you'd only cut loose

Footloose



  

                   

Kick off your Sunday shoes



  

                   

Oowhee, Marie



  

                   

Shake it, shake it for me



  

                   

Whoa, Milo



  

                   

C'mon, c'mon let go



  

                   

Lose your blues



  

                   

Everybody cut footloose



  

                   

You got to turn it around



  

                   

And put your feet on the ground



  

                   

Now take ahold of your soul



  

                   

I'm turning it loose

Footloose



  

                   

And he is testing us.



  

                   

Every, every day,

our Lord is testing us.



  

                   

If he wasn't testing us...



  

                   

how would you account...



  

                   

for the sorry state

of our society...



  

                   

for the crimes...



  

                   

that plague the big cities

of this country...



  

                   

when he could sweep this pestilence

from the face of the earth...



  

                   

with one mighty gesture of his hand?



  

                   

If our Lord wasn't testing us,

how would you account...



  

                   

for the proliferation these days...



  

                   

of this obscene

rock and roll music...



  

                   

with its gospel of easy sexuality...



  

                   

and relaxed morality?



  

                   

If our Lord wasn't testing us,

why, he could take all...



  

                   

these pornographic books

and albums...



  

                   

and turn them into one big

fiery cinder like that!



  

                   

But how would that make us

stronger for him?



  

                   

One of these days,

my Lord is going to come to me...



  

                   

and ask me for an explanation...



  

                   

for the lives of each

and every one of you.



  

                   

What am I going to tell him

on that day?



  

                   

That I was busy?

That I was tired?



  

                   

That I was bored?



  

                   

No! I can never let up!



  

                   

I welcome his test.



  

                   

I welcome this challenge

from my Lord...



  

                   

so that one day I can deliver

all of you unto his hands.



  

                   

And when that day dawns...



  

                   

I don't want to have

to do any explaining!



  

                   

I don't want to be missing...



  

                   

from your lives!



  

                   

Praise the Lord in singing...



  

                   

hymn number     ...



  

                   

''What a Friend We Have in Jesus.''



  

                   

What a friend



  

                   

We have in Jesus



  

                   

All our sins and grief to bear



  

                   

I will. You have

a good week now. Bye.



  

                   

Mrs. MacCormack, your sister

has us so excited about you coming.



  

                   

- Thank you.

- Did you meet my wife, Vi?



  

                   

- No. How do you do?

- How nice to meet you.



  

                   

- This is my son, Ren.

- Hello, Ren.



  

                   

- Would you excuse me?

- Daddy?



  

                   

Ariel, will you come

and meet the MacCormacks?



  

                   

The stunning new gentleman.



  

                   

This is Mrs. MacCormack

and her son. Is it Ren?



  

                   

Ren's going to be new

at the high school tomorrow.



  

                   

Me, Edna, Wendy Jo and Rusty are

going for a soda at the Hi-Spot.



  

                   

Ariel, remember

you have school tomorrow.



  

                   

I'll be home for supper.



  

                   

God, is he excellent!



  

                   

What, the new kid?

He's all right.



  

                   

Are you blind?

He is gorgeous!



  

                   

- Have you seen the new high school?

- No, I haven't.



  

                   

I almost forgot.

Cindy Addis had her baby.



  

                   

What was it? Who told you?



  

                   

- My mother spoke to her mother.

- Is she coming back for graduation?



  

                   

I don't feel sorry for her.



  

                   

You can't buy a diaphragm

through the mail. I'm serious.



  

                   

Did she decide who the father was?



  

                   

It was Duane Capps.



  

                   

Wait! I've been going with

Duane Capps. He'd never have time.



  

                   

How long does it take?



  

                   

Ladies and gentlemen,

moving up behind us...



  

                   

you'll notice the

incredible barf-mobile.



  

                   

Come on!



  

                   

Hi, girls. Goin' my way?



  

                   

You lonely tonight?



  

                   

- You want a race, you got a race!

- What, that piece of junk?



  

                   

- Step on it!

- I am steppin' on it!



   

                   

Come on! No guts, huh?



   

                   

- In back of us, buddy!

- Take this, Rusty.



   

                   

- Come on!

- You chicken!



   

                   

- Come on, take you all on, girl.

- Come on! Come on, Chuck!



   

                   

- What are you doing?

- Come on!



   

                   

- Edna, slow down, please.

- Throw it, honey.



   

                   

Stop it!



   

                   

I'll get closer.



   

                   

You can do it. Keep coming!



   

                   

Ariel, will you stop it? Now!



   

                   

Stop showing off! It's not funny!

You're gonna kill yourself!



   

                   

Look, please be careful!



   

                   

He's testing us! He's testing us!



   

                   

Ariel, there's a truck!



   

                   

Get in the car!



   

                   

Shit! Get in the truck!



   

                   

Get in the car!



   

                   

Be careful!



   

                   

Come on! Get in!



   

                   

Get in!



   

                   

Jesus, we should never

have let her done that.



   

                   

- Have you met any of your teachers?

- No, I haven't had a chance.



   

                   

They've only been here

eight hours.



   

                   

I took care of that last week.

Registered him and everything.



   

                   

I made you some of those

Toll House squares I promised.



   

                   

Lulu, you taste one of these,

you'll burn your recipe.



   

                   

Reverend, we have a little problem.



   

                   

I heard the English teacher

is planning to teach that book.



   

                   

Slaughterhouse Five.

Isn't that an awful name?



   

                   

That's a great book.



   

                   

Slaughterhouse Five.



   

                   

It's, it's a classic.



   

                   

Do you read much?



   

                   

- In another town it's a classic.

- In any town.



   

                   

Tom Sawyer is a classic.



   

                   

- That's fine.

- Ethel, have some more ham.



   

                   

You sure Ren

doesn't want something?



   

                   

We're both a little tired

from the move.



   

                   

I'm gonna take Ren a potato.



   

                   

Amy, come back and sit down.

I'm sure your cousin's fine.



   

                   

It's a shock to the system,

moving out here from the big city.



   

                   

- What if he's starving?

- Amy, you are so lame.



   

                   

Sarah! Amy, eat!



   

                   

I can't sit still!

I'm so excited you're both here!



   

                   

You sure you're not too tired?



   

                   

No. Ren did most of the driving.



   

                   

If you ask me,

Ren is a total fox.



   

                   

Where did you hear that?



   

                   

See how television and those

kinds of books influence children?



   

                   

What the hell's the problem?



   

                   

- Chuck Cranston, are you crazy?

- You're sick!



   

                   

- Ariel, here's your sweater.

- Ariel, I could kill you!



   

                   

You almost did.



   

                   

That's what you get

for sniffing spray starch.



   

                   

After he graduated,

they drained his brain.



   

                   

- Edna, you gettin' fries?

- You can't have any.



   

                   

Wendy Jo!



   

                   

Yes?



   

                   

Bring me Edna's fries.



   

                   

Oh, sure!



   

                   

Where are you going?



   

                   

- What are you doing?

- Smuggled tapes.



   

                   

You be careful with that.



   

                   

Your daddy hears you playin' it,

he'll bust your butt.



   

                   

He put his hands all over!



   

                   

Your mother didn't think

you had any money with you.



   

                   

Yeah, Mom?



   

                   

You about ready to go?



   

                   

You gonna wear that tie?



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

I think you might want

to dress down for now.



   

                   

Why? I like the tie.



   

                   

September, when you go to college,

you can dress like David Bowie.



   

                   

Come on, let's go.



   

                   

Why don't you comb your hair?



   

                   

Shit, mister, where are you goin'?



   

                   

- You're supposed to look.

- Sorry.



   

                   

Where'd you learn how to drive?

Stay on the right side.



   

                   

I like that hat. They sell

men's clothes where you got that?



   

                   

Willard, come on.



   

                   

- What's your name?

- Ren.



   

                   

My name's Willard. Hewitt.



   

                   

- Glad to meet ya.

- How ya doin'?



   

                   

- All right. I'll see you around.

- All right.



   

                   

I swear, one of these days--



   

                   

That tie is fabulous!



   

                   

I mean it. It's fabulous. Don't let

anyone tell you any different.



   

                   

Right?



   

                   

Very good.



   

                   

Girl, you are on!



   

                   

Chicago, wow, man.

Must be wild, like the Naked City.



   

                   

Ah, fish.



   

                   

I'll tell ya, you're gonna bounce

off the goddamn walls here.



   

                   

What do you do there?



   

                   

Oh, I don't know. Same thing

you do here. What do you do here?



   

                   

- Lot of this.

- Yeah, that too.



   

                   

I'll tell you, there was this place

called the Blue Heaven.



   

                   

It was great. Had to steal IDs

to get in, but it was incredible.



   

                   

It was like a huge

underground circus, you know.



   

                   

Hot pink neon climbin' up the walls.

And astro music.



   

                   

And millions of girls,

like from the university mostly.



   

                   

If we could get one to dance,

just one, then that was it.



   

                   

We'd get out on the floor

and we'd really start to smoke.



   

                   

We'd start cuttin' in,

and these girls would stop.



   

                   

- And they'd look.

- They'd look how?



   

                   

You know, they'd start

to warm up a little. Right?



   

                   

Pretty soon,

they'd start buying us beers.



   

                   

- They're buying you guys beers?

- Oh, yeah.



   

                   

Ah, shit.



   

                   

Wait. There was this one.



   

                   

This was the best.

Ginger.



   

                   

Listen. We started dancing, right?



   

                   

Slow dancing,

like we're stuck to each other.



   

                   

Eventually it's obvious to me that

she wants to do more than dance.



   

                   

Right? So we left the place.



   

                   

On the way to the car, she's

already got her tongue in my ear.



   

                   

We get to the car.



   

                   

She says we can't go to her place

'cause of her roommate, right?



   

                   

But she says,

''Hey, that's no problem.''



   

                   

She's got seats in the car

that recline back. All the way back.



   

                   

- If you know what I'm saying.

- All the way?



   

                   

Would I shit you? Right?



   

                   

She rips my shirt open.

She's clawing my chest.



   

                   

She's biting my neck, and I'm trying

to get over the stick shift...



   

                   

'cause we're goin'

like a freight train now.



   

                   

All of a sudden, she starts

screaming at the top of her lungs...



   

                   

''Oh, God! Oh, God!

Don't stop! Make Ginger pop!''



   

                   

Oh, shit, really?



   

                   

But we did dance.



   

                   

We danced our asses off.



   

                   

Willard, how could you let

our new student eat this food?



   

                   

- Don't eat this.

- We have delicious homemade food.



   

                   

- Come on over.

- It's so good. Come on, Willard.



   

                   

Oh, chicken!



   

                   

Come on, come on. Good boy.

Bring your friend.



   

                   

- You won't get any of that here.

- What's that?



   

                   

- Dancing. There's no dancing.

- That's right.



   

                   

- Why?

- It's illegal.



   

                   

Jump back!



   

                   

It's true.



   

                   

- Has been for five or six years.

- Why?



   

                   

Go ahead, tell him.



   

                   

It started when kids

got killed in a car wreck.



   

                   

Whole town went bananas, blaming

it on the music, liquor and dancing.



   

                   

Now they're just convinced

it's all a sin.



   

                   

Who's convinced?



   

                   

Whole damn town.



   

                   

You really can't dance here, man?

I can't believe that.



   

                   

It's true. This isn't the only

place either. You'd be surprised.



   

                   

Places upstate you can't dance.



   

                   

Places in Kansas and Arkansas.

All over the place.



   

                   

My cousin lives in Montana, and ya

can't dance where she lives either.



   

                   

Yeah? She ever get busted

for bopping?



   

                   

I don't know.

I never asked her.



   

                   

You rich?



   

                   

No. Why?



   

                   

'Cause I don't think

I ever bought a tape before.



   

                   

Get serious!

This place is too weird.



   

                   

Don't you ever listen

to the radio?



   

                   

No. We got one radio at home,

but it's never on.



   

                   

- You like Men at Work?

- Which men?



   

                   

- Men at Work.

- Where do they work?



   

                   

- They're a music group.

- What do they call themselves?



   

                   

- Oh, no. What about the Police?

- What about 'em?



   

                   

- Have you heard them?

- No, but I seen 'em.



   

                   

- In concert?

- No, behind you.



   

                   

What? Oh, shit!



   

                   

- Step out of the car.

- Could you tell me the problem?



   

                   

Just step out of the car, please.



   

                   

-Jim, these plates are Illinois.

- So?



   

                   

You got a license?



   

                   

Catch.



   

                   

Hey, I just bought that.



   

                   

- Playing it kinda loud.

- There a law against loud music?



   

                   

Watch that attitude, boy! This way

I don't have to take you in.



   

                   

Twenty-five dollars. They wouldn't

even let me off with a warning.



   

                   

You can't talk to our police

the way you talk to big city police.



   

                   

- But I wasn't doing anything.

- Yeah, sure.



   

                   

Sarah, hush.



   

                   

There was this bunch of kids

snuck over the state line...



   

                   

to see some rock and roll group...



   

                   

and they were stopped on their way

back into town by the police.



   

                   

They were on church and

school probation for weeks!



   

                   

You better watch your step

around here, young man.



   

                   

Daddy?



   

                   

I'm sorry about the other night

at the drive-in, about the music.



   

                   

I was surprised.



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

I don't know what came over me.



   

                   

I can't always be with you.

I can't always look out for you.



   

                   

What's the music?



   

                   

Oh, it's-- I think it's Haydn.

Chamber pieces.



   

                   

And that kind of music's okay?



   

                   

It's uplifting. It doesn't confuse

people's minds and bodies.



   

                   

I don't--



   

                   

What?



   

                   

I see.



   

                   

Tell your mother to go on to bed.

I still have a lot of work.



   

                   

I will.



   

                   

What is it?



   

                   

- Good night.

- Good night, hon.



   

                   

Grab my books.



   

                   

Let me in.



   

                   

How you doin'?



   

                   

You the new kid?



   

                   

I'm talking to you.

Where'd your tie go?



   

                   

I thought only pansies

wore neckties.



   

                   

Oh, yeah? See that? I thought

only assholes used the word pansy.



   

                   

- He got you on that one!

- Shut up!



   

                   

Son of a bitch

is gonna pay for that!



   

                   

Either you got jumbo coconut balls,

or you're really pretty stupid.



   

                   

-Who was that douche bag?

-He's a weasel, but watch your back.



   

                   

- Can you operate a palette jack?

- Uh-uh.



   

                   

- How 'bout a bag closer?

- Uh-uh.



   

                   

- Where are you from?

- Chicago.



   

                   

You're not stupid, are you?



   

                   

You trying to piss me off?



   

                   

Boy, a lot of folks are gonna

give you problems right off...



   

                   

because you're an outsider.



   

                   

You're dangerous. They're always

gonna worry about ya.



   

                   

Screw 'em. And this is only one

little corner of the world.



   

                   

Start Thursday?



   

                   

Sounds okay.



   

                   

Oh, hi, Ariel.



   

                   

Chuck Cranston wants to see you.



   

                   

Meet him the back

of his daddy's field tomorrow...



   

                   

 :  .



   

                   

What happens tomorrow at  :  ?



   

                   

-You'll have to show up to find out.

-And if I don't?



   

                   

People will know you're scared.



   

                   

Anyway, Chuck will find you.



   

                   

You want that?



   

                   

You're backing up!



   

                   

Hey, yo!



   

                   

How come he sent you?



   

                   

I volunteered.



   

                   

MacCormack, where the hell are you?



   

                   

You know her?



   

                   

So she tells me...



   

                   

that I pissed Chuck off, right?



   

                   

So he wants to see me.

Then she walks away.



   

                   

He figured you were gonna chicken

and never-- Impressive.



   

                   

Kinda out of it.



   

                   

I had to go to work last year.



   

                   

You still move it.



   

                   

You better watch that. Ariel's gonna

tell her pop and you're gonna burn.



   

                   

What's her story?

Is she really tough or what?



   

                   

She's just trying to make people

forget she's a preacher's kid.



   

                   

- That why she hangs out with Chuck?

- Maybe.



   

                   

- People think she's a hell-raiser.

- Is she?



   

                   

I think she's been kissed a lot.



   

                   

You'd never guess

your daddy's a fire chief.



   

                   

You'd never guess your daddy's

a minister. Red Boots.



   

                   

My daddy hates me

wearing these boots.



   

                   

And you love that, don't you?



   

                   

What are you gonna do

when I go away to college?



   

                   

Why do you wanna do that, honey?



   

                   

Just 'cause. I'm cut out for more

than this small town.



   

                   

You're as small town

as they come.



   

                   

A chicken race with tractors?



   

                   

- How hard could it be?

-Just like a car. It's easy.



   

                   

Just like driving a sports car.

Nothing could be simpler.



   

                   

Oh, hell, Ren,

just remember to stay calm.



   

                   

Calm? I've never driven

a tractor before.



   

                   

It's easy. Look. This is your

clutch, your gas, your brake.



   

                   

You start off,

you just shift it into high.



   

                   

Don't worry about your one, two,

three, four.Just put it into third.



   

                   

Once you get going,

slam it into fourth.



   

                   

That's your emergency brake.

These operate your bucket.



   

                   

I'll bet he's scared shitless,

and he turns out in ten seconds.



   

                   

Chuck, you sure you're up to this?



   

                   

Whose side are you on

anyway, honey?



   

                   

You had a lot to smoke.



   

                   

Don't tell me

I had enough to smoke.



   

                   

I didn't say you had enough.

I said you had a lot to smoke.



   

                   

Don't tell me that either!



   

                   

Why don't you go tell dog-face

we're ready to go! Yeah!



   

                   

Just remember he's chicken shit.

Hang in there. You'll be great!



   

                   

-Just hope to God he pulls out.

- I don't wanna split his face open.



   

                   

- Cool it, Tarzan!

- Give him hell, Ren!



   

                   

How did I get myself into this?



   

                   

Hey, Woody, come here.



   

                   

Listen, has anybody

ever died doing this?



   

                   

Just once.



   

                   

Hey, Ren! Hey, sport!



   

                   

When this hat flies in the air,

you better have your butt in gear.



   

                   

- Come on, Ren!

- Go! Go!



   

                   

Let's see what you're made of!



   

                   

Come on, sucker!



   

                   

Chuck, move it!



   

                   

You wanna go up, huh?



   

                   

There you go.



   

                   

Oh, you wanna go down.



   

                   

Kick his ass!



   

                   

That's it!Jump, you chicken!



   

                   

Sit down!



   

                   

What are you doing?

Trying to kill me?



   

                   

You stupid idiot!



   

                   

Get off!



   

                   

Turn out!



   

                   

Oh, shit!



   

                   

Help! He tried to kill me.



   

                   

Excuse me. Thank you.



   

                   

I don't believe this town.



   

                   

Hello.



   

                   

Tell me.



   

                   

He has team practice

every day until  :  .



   

                   

Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays

he's at the Beamis Mill till  :  .



   

                   

You already knew that.



   

                   

He hasn't dated

since he's been in town.



   

                   

And late Friday nights,

by the light of the full moon...



   

                   

he breaks into churchyards and bites

the heads off live chickens.



   

                   

Come on, what is it? Chuck?



   

                   

I never did think he had

all his dogs barking anyway.



   

                   

Besides, what is wrong about

getting a little psyched over Ren?



   

                   

He's cute.

He's from out of town.



   

                   

Don't tell me that doesn't curl

your toes. I know you too well.



   

                   

You want out of here so bad,

you probably memorize bus schedules.



   

                   

And you don't?



   

                   

Hey, asshole.



   

                   

Interested in some

really good shit?



   

                   

Rich, you sly little shit.

You just made a whole sentence.



   

                   

Don't get smart-ass!



   

                   

I've been watching you.

I know you're not stupid.



   

                   

And I got a friend here who can

help you out from time to time.



   

                   

No, thanks. I got my own sources.

I'm getting into hog tranquilizers--



   

                   

We'll just call this a sample,

and you know where you can get more.



   

                   

- Rich, I don't want your shit.

- Why don't I just take it?



   

                   

You're taking chances

being new in this school.



   

                   

I gotta show you something.

Wait! This is tea!



   

                   

Would I do that with a real joint?

You know what an ounce goes for?



   

                   

I'm gonna get you.



   

                   

You wait.



   

                   

The Reverend was right about you.



   

                   

A bunch of kids was raising hell

at Burlington Cranston's property.



   

                   

Tore up the fields,

turned over a tractor.



   

                   

Today someone suggested

to me there's been...



   

                   

some trouble at the high school,

I think it was drugs.



   

                   

You wouldn't know about that?

What did you say? I can't hear you.



   

                   

- He said, ''No.''

- Amy.



   

                   

I said, ''No, sir.''



   

                   

You know, whenever we used

to call your folks in Chicago...



   

                   

I don't think there was

any trouble, was there?



   

                   

I don't know what

to make of it.



   

                   

-People are pointing your direction.

-What did they say?



   

                   

What I've been telling you

about the trouble and drugs.



   

                   

You seem to be having trouble since

you moved here. And I figured--



   

                   

You figured where there's smoke,

there's fire, right?



   

                   

Usually works like that.



   

                   

Look, you know I would never try

to take the place of your father.



   

                   

Well, there's no chance of that.



   

                   

Uh-oh, he's taking the car.



   

                   

Big time!



   

                   

What are you doing here?



   

                   

Watching.



   

                   

I thought I was alone.



   

                   

Not in this town.

There's eyes everywhere.



   

                   

- How come you don't like me?

- What makes you think I don't?



   

                   

You never talk to me at school.

You never look at me.



   

                   

Maybe because if I did, your

boyfriend would remove my lungs.



   

                   

Chuck Cranston doesn't own me.



   

                   

He likes to act like he does,

but he doesn't.



   

                   

Do you wanna kiss me?



   

                   

Someday.



   

                   

What is this someday shit?



   

                   

I get the feeling

you've been kissed a lot.



   

                   

I'm afraid I'd suffer

by comparison.



   

                   

You don't think much

of me, do you?



   

                   

You think I'm small town?



   

                   

I think Bomont's a small town.



   

                   

I'm going away.



   

                   

I've already applied to colleges.



   

                   

I applied to colleges my father

doesn't know I applied to.



   

                   

He's gonna come after me,

but I'm gonna be gone.



   

                   

Wanna see something?



   

                   

Sure.



   

                   

We call it ''The Yearbook.''



   

                   

It started four or

five years ago, I guess.



   

                   

It's stuff we're not

supposed to read.



   

                   

This is all out of books?



   

                   

Most of it.

Some songs, magazines.



   

                   

Some poems that get made up.



   

                   

''I'll sing to you of silver swans,

of kingdoms and carillons.''



   

                   

''I'll sing of bodies intertwined

underneath an innocent sky.''



   

                   

You wrote that?



   

                   

It's not even one of my best.



   

                   

It's all right.



   

                   

Wait a minute.

You hear that?



   

                   

- What?

- The train. You hear it?



   

                   

Sometimes after football games

we come out here.



   

                   

Just a few of us.

And we stand here.



   

                   

Then when the train comes,

we make out like crazy.



   

                   

Oh, yeah?



   

                   

Most of the time

we just stand and scream.



   

                   

Scream?



   

                   

Yeah. I saw it in a movie.

Real loud from here.



   

                   

Don't screw around.



   

                   

Come on.



   

                   

Come on,

I'll take you home.



   

                   

- It's late.

- Yeah.



   

                   

It's hard to impose a curfew on the

young people in my congregation...



   

                   

that I can't even enforce

in my own home.



   

                   

- Have you been drinking?

- No.



   

                   

- Were you smoking something?

- No!



   

                   

I wasn't stealing,

gambling, dancing...



   

                   

or reading books

I'm not supposed to.



   

                   

I am late!



   

                   

Who were you with?



   

                   

Ren MacCormack.



   

                   

- I don't want you to see him.

- Why?



   

                   

I've heard he's a troublemaker.



   

                   

Just 'cause he hasn't lived

in this town for    years...



   

                   

doesn't make him a troublemaker!



   

                   

I don't know what

I'm gonna do with you.



   

                   

There ain't nothing

to do with me, Daddy.



   

                   

Like it or not, this is it.

It doesn't get much better.



   

                   

What the hell happened?

Why'd you get kicked off the team?



   

                   

Because somebody's got it in for me.



   

                   

Coach found out I brought Ariel

home late, so I'm a troublemaker.



   

                   

That's not why

I'm off the team. No, no.



   

                   

I'm off'cause they don't have funds

for one more gymnast, but thank you.



   

                   

I'm busting my balls trying to fit

in and every door slams in my face.



   

                   

Hey, MacCormack!

Sorry to hear you got caught.



   

                   

Don't fool around

with the preacher's daughter!



   

                   

How does anybody live in this town?



   

                   

You know what it is?

You got an attitude problem.



   

                   

-I got an attitude problem?

-I'm not the only one who's noticed.



   

                   

We're not living in the goddamn

Middle Ages. We got TV, Family Feud.



   

                   

We're not stuck in

Leave It to Beaver land here.



   

                   

Well, I haven't noticed

a wet T-shirt contest in town yet.



   

                   

I haven't either,

but I'm waiting patiently.



   

                   

I tell you what I'd like to do.



   

                   

Glue a Playboy centerfold inside

each of Reverend Moore's hymnals.



   

                   

Yeah, you know what else

we could do?



   

                   

We could start one of your

nightclubs right in the church.



   

                   

That's it.

That's it, man.



   

                   

What's it?



   

                   

A dance.



   

                   

- What?

- A dance!



   

                   

We could have a dance!

You know, a dance?



   

                   

-You know what I mean! Dance! Dance!

-You're gonna get me angry!



   

                   

Gonna turn this town upside down!



   

                   

Stop it!



   

                   

I was down in Denver last year...



   

                   

for about a week

at a Bible convention.



   

                   

And the whole time I was there,

people would come up...



   

                   

and ask me, ''Reverend, how can

you live in such a small town...



   

                   

so far away from the hustle

and bustle of the   th century?''



   

                   

I'd say to them,

''You'd never ask me that...



   

                   

if you could just once,

just for one minute...



   

                   

experience the feeling of family

that comes from knowing...



   

                   

that all of our lives

are tied up with each of us.



   

                   

That we feel all the same joys...



   

                   

the same sorrows,

and that we care.



   

                   

Each and every one of us cares

for the other.''



   

                   

I told them...



   

                   

''I just feel closer

to my Lord out there.



   

                   

And I feel closer...



   

                   

and safer with my people...



   

                   

and I think they feel closer to me.



   

                   

The Lord smiles on us out there.



   

                   

And that's why I'm staying.''



   

                   

Why don't you have some cake?



   

                   

Roger, the town council

has no intention of bowing...



   

                   

to wishes of a small group

of students.



   

                   

Eleanor and I are absolutely certain

that this boy is organizing a dance.



   

                   

- We're not gonna have any dance.

- We let some punk push us around...



   

                   

it won't be long before every

community standard is violated.



   

                   

- Boy, are they in a tizzy!

- Ariel, get in the car!



   

                   

- Got the whole council going!

- There's a meeting I won't miss.



   

                   

- Where are you taking us?

- Over the state line.



   

                   

I want you to see

what you've been missing.



   

                   

I know you're not gonna

let Willard fight, right?



   

                   

- I don't fight.

- Right, and I don't breathe.



   

                   

- Are you gonna dance?

- I drink better than I dance.



   

                   

Come on!



   

                   

I'll watch you guys, see if

you can show me something new.



   

                   

We didn't come all this way

just to sit it out.



   

                   

I'll be out there. Don't worry.

I'm just gonna grab a beer.



   

                   

Come on, don't be an asshole!

They're waiting to dance with us.



   

                   

I can't dance.



   

                   

You what?



   

                   

I can't dance.



   

                   

At all.



   

                   

All right. All right.



   

                   

- Buy him a beer.

- Take my jacket.



   

                   

- What's the matter?

- My feet have been hurting.



   

                   

They weren't hurting in the car.

I wanna dance.



   

                   

I wanna get a beer.



   

                   

Waitress, let me have another beer.



   

                   

I can't help myself!



   

                   

Hey, I came with that girl.



   

                   

Doesn't look like

you're leaving with her.



   

                   

Hey, I guess you didn't

hear me the first time.



   

                   

-No fights. You don't even know him.

-Why don't you flake off?



   

                   

No fights.



   

                   

When was the last time

you seen your dick, partner?



   

                   

Rusty, he was fighting

to save your honor.



   

                   

- It's too late.

- I don't fight.



   

                   

- Your dance gonna be like this one?

- Everything but the fight.



   

                   

Forget it.



   

                   

Ow! Come on!



   

                   

Up on the roof, oh, yeah.



   

                   

One hundred proof, oh, yea.



   

                   

Ain't that fine, oh, yeah.



   

                   

You cherry slime, oh, yeah.



   

                   

Oh, what?



   

                   

Oh, yea.



   

                   

I hate this bridge.

Gives me the creeps.



   

                   

How come?



   

                   

You've heard this one.

The infamous Crosby Bridge accident.



   

                   

- You've heard it.

- No.



   

                   

You're missing out!

'Bout five years ago...



   

                   

these kids were playing highway tag

and they were drunk.



   

                   

One car hits the other one, and

they both go over the bridge. Dead.



   

                   

That's when they started passing

laws against booze...



   

                   

against dancing and drinking.



   

                   

I don't know.



   

                   

My father had a field day.



   

                   

Your father? Why?



   

                   

My older brother

was one who got killed.



   

                   

You should've seen Bobby.



   

                   

He was like Warren Beatty,

only taller. Wasn't he?



   

                   

My father went off the deep end.



   

                   

He decided we all needed saving,

no matter what.



   

                   

He's gonna personally save this

pissant town and deliver it...



   

                   

to heaven with his daughter

sitting like a cherry on top.



   

                   

I called over to Rusty's last night.



   

                   

I don't understand why you feel

it necessary to lie to me.



   

                   

I don't know why you find

it necessary to check up on me.



   

                   

I'm concerned about

your well-being, that's all.



   

                   

How come when I'm home you're never

as interested in what I do or say...



   

                   

as you are when

I walk out that door?



   

                   

Wham! Suddenly

you wanna know everything!



   

                   

I don't like this outburst...



   

                   

any more than I like

not knowing where you were!



   

                   

Shaw, don't you think

we could wait on this?



   

                   

No, I don't. I'm sick and tired

of you coming in on her side!



   

                   

She'll have to start

answering for herself.



   

                   

I don't know why. You don't listen

to me any more than you do her.



   

                   

I've never hit anyone in my life.



   

                   

We're losing her, Vi.



   

                   

- Don't you see that?

- No.



   

                   

I see you chasing after her,

and I see her running from you.



   

                   

She's become so willful

and obstinate.



   

                   

She's like her father.



   

                   

The two of you

were so wonderful once.



   

                   

You had so much to talk about.



   

                   

I was almost jealous.



   

                   

It's not as if we don't talk.



   

                   

It's just that...



   

                   

sometimes people run out

of things to say.



   

                   

Shaw?



   

                   

It's    years now

I've been a minister's wife.



   

                   

And I've been quiet,

supportive, unobtrusive and...



   

                   

after    years I still think

you're a wonderful preacher.



   

                   

You can lift a congregation

up so high...



   

                   

they have to look down

to see heaven.



   

                   

But it's the one-to-one

where you need a little work.



   

                   

- We could really use your support.

- My mother wouldn't approve.



   

                   

But we're not talking

about a free-for-all.



   

                   

It won't be a drunken brawl.

It's just a dance.



   

                   

Just give it some thought.

Okay? Sleep on it.



   

                   

Just think about it.

Okay, thanks. See you later.



   

                   

Sounds great to me.



   

                   

How you doin'?

Need any help, just let me know.



   

                   

You got it.



   

                   

Chuck has heard something

that's upset him real good.



   

                   

I want you to tell me it ain't so,

Mr. Chicago Big Shot.



   

                   

He heard you're gonna try and throw

a dance at school. A senior dance.



   

                   

He figured only a dumb fag would try

that. Is that what you're trying?



   

                   

He sure the hell is!



   

                   

Excuse me, girls.

Come out, Ren.



   

                   

You guys stay there.



   

                   

Is he really gonna

get us a dance?



   

                   

Yep. Ain't ya?



   

                   

- It's about time, MacCormack.

- I'll be there.



   

                   

Thanks.



   

                   

Don't you have any better manners?

Didn't your mama teach you better?



   

                   

You treat animals like that?



   

                   

How's it feel?

Don't feel too good now, does it?



   

                   

- What are you talking about?

- You'll have to fight city hall.



   

                   

What do you mean

I gotta fight city hall?



   

                   

'Cause there's a town council.



   

                   

It's made up of seven people.



   

                   

Shaw Moore's one of'em.

Burlington Cranston is another.



   

                   

Personally, I don't like

that lousy son of a bitch.



   

                   

They meet every third Thursday

of the month.



   

                   

Something you want in this town,

you'll have to talk to them.



   

                   

You're gonna get really creamed.



   

                   

Geez. I'm not so good

with words.



   

                   

Keep thinking like that, man,

and you are gonna get creamed.



   

                   

Woody doesn't know

a dance from a dipstick.



   

                   

And you do? You do, huh?

Which way is your left?



   

                   

Huh? Willard,

which way is your left?



   

                   

He don't know his left foot

from his right foot.



   

                   

I'll tell you something. If I gotta

get up in front of that council...



   

                   

you gotta learn to dance.



   

                   

What is this, Roger?

I don't know this book.



   

                   

I hope you wouldn't.



   

                   

Reverend Moore, Mrs. Evans is

calling about that dance at school.



   

                   

Would you tell her I'll call her

back after Junior Bible?



   

                   

What were you saying?



   

                   

This was found in one of

the athletic lockers at school.



   

                   

A book like this should be burned.



   

                   

We should go to the library

and remove this corruption.



   

                   

There's no sense blowing it up

into something that it isn't.



   

                   

Hello! Careful.



   

                   

Come on, Max.



   

                   

I'll set up, Vi.



   

                   

I think it's quite obvious

what it is.



   

                   

It's not quite so obvious

how I should handle it.



   

                   

Reverend, if you'll excuse

my saying so...



   

                   

when we got rid of that young

English teacher at the school...



   

                   

we didn't get

any support from you.



   

                   

Because I didn't think we had

any grounds for his dismissal.



   

                   

Around here, it caused

a lot of folks some worry.



   

                   

A lot of folks worry

a little too much.



   

                   

Doesn't take much time

for corruption to take root.



   

                   

How long is that, Roger?



   

                   

About as long as

it takes compassion to die?



   

                   

- Do I get a cookie?

- No!



   

                   

- Did you drink all the milk?

- Yeah!



   

                   

- I wanted to talk to you.

- You don't have to tell me nothin'.



   

                   

I know why

you don't call me.



   

                   

I wanted to tell you myself.



   

                   

I know why you don't want

to see me anymore.



   

                   

I'm not stupid!



   

                   

I'm not blind.



   

                   

It's MacCormack, ain't it?



   

                   

You're just dying to screw

MacCormack, aren't you? Aren't you?



   

                   

You're so stupid!



   

                   

Stupid?



   

                   

Think I don't see you looking at him

like some bitch in heat?



   

                   

You'll wrap those skinny legs

around anybody.



   

                   

Shut up!



   

                   

Is that what I get? Huh?



   

                   

I treated you decent!



   

                   

Shit.



   

                   

Put that down!

Don't even think about that.



   

                   

-Jesus!

- You think about it!



   

                   

Stop it, Chuck!



   

                   

'Bout through with you anyway.



   

                   

I'm sorry you have

to see me like this.



   

                   

I'll be okay. I'll sneak in

at home. I'll be fine.



   

                   

- Do I look okay?

- You'll pull through.



   

                   

Thanks for coming for me.



   

                   

I don't understand.



   

                   

There's nothing to understand.



   

                   

It's for taking on my father.



   

                   

Wait a minute.

I got no beef with him.



   

                   

No, wait. This is my fight, it's

with the town, not with one guy.



   

                   

You don't get to turn my fight

into a ''screw you'' to your old man.



   

                   

Hey, look...



   

                   

maybe--



   

                   

Maybe you shouldn't try so hard

to forget your brother...



   

                   

or to try to make your father

forget him, you know?



   

                   

- It's not that easy.

- I know.



   

                   

Do I still get the box?



   

                   

Gimme the box.



   

                   

Nice.



   

                   

Think you might ever kiss me?



   

                   

Harvey and Bernie

were here for a long time.



   

                   

They still talking

about that dance?



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

- What did you decide to do?

- It's not gonna happen.



   

                   

That's one more thing Ariel is not

going to forgive me for, but--



   

                   

Can you step out of the way enough

to realize she's doing this for you?



   

                   

Me?



   

                   

I don't see that.



   

                   

I just know that

when kids dance together...



   

                   

they become sexually irresponsible.



   

                   

I can't take the chance--



   

                   

What's so funny?



   

                   

You talk like that's the only thing

that gets them excited.



   

                   

Don't you remember when we used to

look at each other and get excited?



   

                   

It's just the same with them.



   

                   

You're not gonna put

their eyes out.



   

                   

None of this is gonna undo

one stupid accident.



   

                   

I'm responsible for

the spiritual life of this community.



   

                   

Shaw, you can't be

a father to everybody.



   

                   

You can't do that.



   

                   

I thought that at least

you believed in me.



   

                   

I never stopped.



   

                   

Be at the town council meeting

tomorrow night.



   

                   

Only fairies dance.



   

                   

I'll lay you flat, Ariel.



   

                   

Support Ren MacCormack at

the council meeting tomorrow night.



   

                   

You can make a difference!



   

                   

I'm calling to remind you

to come to the town council meeting.



   

                   

Hi.



   

                   

- Still hurt?

- Naw.



   

                   

Good.



   

                   

- Nervous?

- No. Uh-uh.



   

                   

Look, I--



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Yeah, I'm nervous.



   

                   

I don't know what

I'm gonna say to the council.



   

                   

There's only seven of them, right?



   

                   

- Who else is gonna be there?

- Everybody.



   

                   

Take a deep breath.

You ready?



   

                   

What is it? The Holy Bible?



   

                   

Ah, this is great.



   

                   

This is great! What--



   

                   

How'd you know where

to find all this?



   

                   

Are you kidding?



   

                   

I wanna tell you something.



   

                   

Thanks.



   

                   

Come on.



   

                   

What the hell is that?



   

                   

- Oh, my God!

- Amy? What is it?



   

                   

''Burn in hell''?

This says, ''Burn in hell.''



   

                   

- Ren, what the hell is going on?

- Somebody's trying to make a point.



   

                   

Do you see now?



   

                   

You don't wave flags here

without people taking shots at them.



   

                   

This is not the first time.



   

                   

My business was off, but people

are taking business away from me.



   

                   

Your aunt's gotten ugly phone calls

and today your mother lost her job.



   

                   

Mom, is that true?



   

                   

Mr. Collins said

he heard things about you.



   

                   

He thought I ought to stay home

and be a proper mother.



   

                   

- What did you say?

- I told him to shove it.



   

                   

Damn it, Ethel, this is serious.



   

                   

- There's other jobs!

- Where?



   

                   

- Shouldn't you call the police?

- I don't know if it'll do any good.



   

                   

I'll get Jim Earlhaus over here.

Will you stop?



   

                   

Now will you stop?



   

                   

I don't understand this town.



   

                   

It's like something's

choking everybody...



   

                   

only they don't know

they're choking.



   

                   

Let me ask you something.

Why this dance in this town?



   

                   

Let me ask you something.

Why this dance in this town?



   

                   

It's not just about a dance.

Not anymore.



   

                   

I know.

That's what I mean.



   

                   

I watch you, I see.



   

                   

- You're not gonna understand this.

- Try me.



   

                   

When Dad first threatened to leave,

I thought it was because of me.



   

                   

I thought it was something

that I wasn't doing right.



   

                   

And I figured there was something

I could do to make it like it was...



   

                   

and then he'd want to stay,

you know.



   

                   

But when he left

just like that...



   

                   

I realized that everything I'd done

hoping that he'd stay--



   

                   

everything I'd done,

it didn't mean shit.



   

                   

Didn't matter.



   

                   

And I felt like,

''What difference does it make?''



   

                   

But now--



   

                   

Now I'm thinking...



   

                   

I could really do something,

you know.



   

                   

I could really do something

for me this time, you know...



   

                   

otherwise I'm just gonna disappear.



   

                   

All right, Virginia, that ends

the discussion on this issue.



   

                   

So the price of a dog license

will go from $ .   to $ .  .



   

                   

A licensed pet is a happy one.



   

                   

That takes care of old business.

Burlington?



   

                   

Thank you, Virginia.

It was real good.



   

                   

Now we can consider

any new business.



   

                   

Excuse me.



   

                   

Before we begin, I want

to remind all you kids...



   

                   

we're conducting

an official meeting.



   

                   

We're not gonna tolerate

any disturbances.



   

                   

The floor is now open

for any new business.



   

                   

My name is Ren MacCormack and

I would like to move on behalf...



   

                   

of most of the senior class of

Bomont High School that the law...



   

                   

against public dancing within the

town limits of Bomont be abolished.



   

                   

Mr. Chairman,

could I address myself to this?



   

                   

You bet.



   

                   

Even if this was not a law...



   

                   

which it is...



   

                   

I'm afraid I would have difficulty

endorsing an enterprise...



   

                   

which is as fraught

with genuine peril...



   

                   

as I believe this one to be.



   

                   

Besides liquor and drugs, which

seem to accompany such an event...



   

                   

the thing that distresses me

even more, Ren...



   

                   

is the spiritual corruption

that can be involved.



   

                   

These dances and this kind of music

can be destructive.



   

                   

And, Ren, I'm afraid

you're gonna find...



   

                   

that most of the people in

our community will agree with me.



   

                   

I do.



   

                   

- That's all I have to say.

- A vote is in order on the motion.



   

                   

- Will all those opposed--

- Excuse me, I--



   

                   

- I would like to say something.

- Please sit down.



   

                   

This is outrageous!



   

                   

- If you think that we're--

- Eleanor, sit down.



   

                   

I think Mr. MacCormack

has a right to be heard.



   

                   

I just wanted to say a few words

about this motion...



   

                   

so that you wouldn't think

that we were...



   

                   

encouraging destruction

with this idea.



   

                   

''From the oldest of times, people

danced for a number of reasons.



   

                   

They danced in prayer...



   

                   

or so that their crops

would be plentiful...



   

                   

or so their hunt would be good.



   

                   

And they danced

to stay physically fit...



   

                   

and show their community spirit.



   

                   

And they danced to celebrate.''



   

                   

And that is the dancing

we're talking about.



   

                   

Aren't we told in Psalm     ?



   

                   

''Praise ye the Lord.



   

                   

Sing unto the Lord a new song.



   

                   

Let them praise his name

in the dance.''



   

                   

Amen.



   

                   

And it was King David--



   

                   

King David, who

we read about in Samuel.



   

                   

And what did David do?



   

                   

What did David do?

What did David do?



   

                   

''David danced before the Lord

with all his might...



   

                   

leaping and dancing

before the Lord.''



   

                   

Leaping and dancing.



   

                   

Ecclesiastes assures us...



   

                   

that there is a time

for every purpose under heaven.



   

                   

A time to laugh...



   

                   

and a time to weep.



   

                   

A time to mourn...



   

                   

and there is a time to dance.



   

                   

And there was a time for this law,

but not anymore.



   

                   

See, this is our time to dance.



   

                   

It is our way

of celebrating life.



   

                   

It's the way it was

in the beginning.



   

                   

It's the way it's always been.

It's the way it should be now.



   

                   

You know you were railroaded,

don't you? Huh?



   

                   

When are you gonna wake up

and smell the coffee?



   

                   

Shaw Moore walked into that meeting

with votes already in his pocket.



   

                   

- You didn't have a prayer.

- Bad pun, Andy.



   

                   

What are you gonna do now?



   

                   

It's over.



   

                   

What if it ain't?



   

                   

What if you have your dance

in Bayson?



   

                   

No. The whole point was

to do something here in Bomont.



   

                   

Bayson's, what,

thirty miles away?



   

                   

Not where it runs up

to these tracks it ain't.



   

                   

I figure if the Bomont fire trucks

can't cross these tracks...



   

                   

neither can the long arm

of the law.



   

                   

What about the long arm

of Reverend Moore?



   

                   

Remember he said if you could find

a way to convince him...



   

                   

it wouldn't be a spiritual

corruption, he'd think about it.



   

                   

- So?

- Make him think about it.



   

                   

''And I beheld and heard

an angel flying...



   

                   

through the midst of heaven

saying with a loud voice:



   

                   

'Woe, woe, woe...



   

                   

to the inhabiters of the earth.'



   

                   

And I saw a star fall

from heaven unto the earth...



   

                   

and the angel

was given the key...



   

                   

to the bottomless pit.



   

                   

And he opened

the bottomless pit...



   

                   

and there arose a smoke out of

the pit as smoke of a great furnace.



   

                   

And the sun and air were darkened

by reason of the smoke of the pit.''



   

                   

Yes?



   

                   

I used to get such a kick

watching you work up your sermons.



   

                   

- And now?

- It's different.



   

                   

I see the stage. I see costumes.

It's show business, isn't it?



   

                   

Well...



   

                   

it's the only way I know

to reach people's emotions.



   

                   

I haven't heard from you

for a while.



   

                   

When was it? Thursday?



   

                   

I was angry, you were angry.



   

                   

- I was not.

- Yes, you were.



   

                   

If you weren't, you would've

asked me what was wrong. You knew.



   

                   

Ariel, I cannot let

this dance happen.



   

                   

Ren MacCormack made

a lot of people stop and think.



   

                   

I object to that kind of music,

and I think you know why.



   

                   

- Because people fornicate to it.

- I never said that.



   

                   

- You told the church board that.

- That was not meant for your ears!



   

                   

When do my ears get old enough?

When do you stop protecting me?



   

                   

I'm no saint!



   

                   

It is my duty to look after

the spiritual growth of you--



   

                   

I'm not even a virgin.



   

                   

- Don't talk like that in here!

- Why not?



   

                   

Isn't this where I confess my sins

to my preacher? In church!



   

                   

I ask to be forgiven. Am I?

Oh, forgive me, deliver me!



   

                   

Don't do that in here. You

know better where to draw the line!



   

                   

Thank heavens you're here.

People are calling.



   

                   

They're over at the library.



   

                   

Roger! Eleanor!

What are you doing?



   

                   

We decided these books--



   

                   

Who's we? Whose authority

are you acting on?



   

                   

Hold it everybody!

Listen to me!



   

                   

When did you all decide

to sit in judgment?



   

                   

Who elected you to be the saviors

of everybody's souls in Bomont?



   

                   

We have a perfect right to determine

what our children--



   

                   

When you've burned all of these,

what are you gonna do then?



   

                   

Chris, take these out of here.



   

                   

Satan is not in these books.



   

                   

He's in here!



   

                   

He's in your hearts.



   

                   

Go on home, all of you.



   

                   

Go and sit in judgment

on yourselves.



   

                   

And, Roger, go home.



   

                   

Eleanor, come on.



   

                   

Go home now, both of you.



   

                   

Sometimes things

don't make any sense.



   

                   

If you could explain to me my father

maybe I could explain your son.



   

                   

But it doesn't make any sense.



   

                   

Look, I gotta go.



   

                   

Listen, I know you're gonna do

what you gotta do...



   

                   

but thanks for listening.



   

                   

Thank you for--



   

                   

Well, thank you.



   

                   

That was your friend Ren.



   

                   

He came here to ask me if he could

take you to a senior prom.



   

                   

I'm running out of answers.



   

                   

I know how hard it is for you.



    

                   

I'm know I'm not making it easier.



    

                   

I just don't know that I believe

in everything you believe in...



    

                   

but I believe in you.



    

                   

I'm standing up here

before you today...



    

                   

with a very troubled heart.



    

                   

You see, my friends...



    

                   

You see, my friends...



    

                   

I've always insisted on...



    

                   

taking responsibility

for your lives.



    

                   

But, I'm really...



    

                   

like a first-time parent...



    

                   

who makes mistakes...



    

                   

and tries to learn from them.



    

                   

And like that parent...



    

                   

I find myself at that moment

when I have to decide.



    

                   

Do I hold on...



    

                   

or do I trust you

to yourselves?



    

                   

Let go and hope

that you've understood...



    

                   

at least some of my lessons.



    

                   

If we don't start trusting

our children...



    

                   

how will they

ever become trustworthy?



    

                   

I'm told that the senior class

at the high school...



    

                   

has got use of

the warehouse in Bayson...



    

                   

for the purpose of

putting on a senior dance.



    

                   

Please...



    

                   

join me to pray

to the Lord...



    

                   

to guide them

in their endeavors.



    

                   

Lights!



    

                   

- You look very nice.

- Oh, no.



    

                   

Yes, you do.

Yes, you look very nice.



    

                   

Yes, you do.

You look wonderful.



    

                   

- You think?

- Yeah. Mm-hmm.



    

                   

You can't very well go to a prom

without a corsage.



    

                   

Oh, Mom.



    

                   

This is gorgeous!



    

                   

- Where do you think I should--

- Here's a wrist thing.



    

                   

Oh, Mom, you really

didn't have to.



    

                   

I didn't.



    

                   

Don't go on to him about it

because he'll only deny it.



    

                   

I was gonna come up and get--

I was...



    

                   

gonna come up and get you.



    

                   

- What's the matter?

- You're beautiful.



    

                   

What?



    

                   

I mean it.

You are beautiful.



    

                   

Come on.



    

                   

Thank you.



    

                   

- Let's take a closer look.

- No. She'll think I'm checking up.



    

                   

No. She won't even know

we're here. Come on.



    

                   

You're the last folks I expected

to see around here tonight.



    

                   

- Good evening, Andy.

- Hi, Andy.



    

                   

Reverend, you done

a good thing here.



    

                   

I'm still not sure

it was the right thing.



    

                   

Comes close.



    

                   

Shaw?



    

                   

What is it?



    

                   

It's just the two of us again.



    

                   

- Shaw?

- What?



    

                   

We're almost dancing.



    

                   

- Hi, Rusty.

- Hi.



    

                   

Hello, Willard.



    

                   

You promised you won't fight.



    

                   

Don't you look sweet.



    

                   

- What do you want?

- I've got business with MacCormack.



    

                   

Cool it, all right.

No fights tonight, okay?



    

                   

Hey, no fights, fellas.



    

                   

Sure, Willard.



    

                   

All right.



    

                   

Cute.

No fights, Willard.



    

                   

Damn, man! I told you.

I promised Rusty no fights tonight.



    

                   

Let me go, goddamn it!



    

                   

- Oh, Willard!

- What do you want me to do, Rusty?



    

                   

Kill the son of a bitch!

Help, somebody!



    

                   

- Chuck!

- Hey, it's Mr. Dance Fever.



    

                   

You're a goddamn hero

when it's five to one.



    

                   

Ren, get up!

Beat the shit out of him!



    

                   

Bastard!



    

                   

You're gonna dance now.



    

                   

All right!



    

                   

- Hey, handsome.

- Great dance, man.



    

                   

Fighter heroes!



    

                   

I thought you guys were

actually gonna fight or something.



    

                   

You're great.



    

                   

Hey, what's this I see?

I thought this was a party.



    

                   

Let's dance!



    

                   

Just watch, all right?











  

 
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