Scent of a Woman Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1992
- 156 min
- 20,646 Views
- 5:
00 A.M.- Close ?
- 1:
00 A.M.Hard workers.
You got me all
misty-eyed !
So, what are you doin' here
in this sparrow-fart town ?
I, l--
I attend Baird.
Attend Baird !
I know you go
to the Baird school.
Point is,
how do you afford it,
even with the student aid and
the folks back home hustlin' corn nuts ?
[ Sigh ] I won a, uh,
Young America merit scholarship.
Whoo-ah !
?Glory, glory
Hallelujah ?
?Glory, glory
Hallelujah ?
- [ Knocking ]
- Who's there ?
- [ Knocking ]
Get her outta here !
[ Girl Giggling ]
Yeah.
Can't believe
they're my blood.
I.Q. of sloths and
the manners of banshees.
He's a mechanic,
she's a homemaker.
as a beauty queen,
and she bakes cookies,
taste like wing nuts.
As for the tots,
they're twits.
How's your skin, son ?
I like my aides to be presentable.
Well, I --
I've had a few zits.
Um, but my roommate, he lent me
his Clinique because he's from --
"The History of My Skin,"
by Charles Simms.
You patronizing me,
peewee ? Hmm ?
You givin' me that old
Baird School !
A bunch of runny-nosed snots
in tweed jackets...
all studyin'
to be George Bush.
Well...
went to Andover, Colonel.
You sharpshootin' me, punk ?
Is that what you're doin' ?
Don't you
sharpshoot me !
You'll give me forty.
Then you're gonna give me
forty more.
Then you're gonna pull K.P.,
the grease pit !
I'll rub your nose
in enlisted men's crud...
till you don't know which end is up !
You understand ?
Yeah.
- What do you want ?
- What do you mean, what do I want ?
What do you want here ?
I wa-want a job.
A job !
Yeah, I want a job
so I can make, you know,
my plane fare home
for Christmas.
Oh.
God, you're touching !
[ Radio ]
?...from the banks ?
?Of the
mighty Mississippi ?
?Workin'
?Till the
riverboat gamblers ?
?Stop to make a killin' ?
?Bring it on back to you
Still here, poormouth ?
Hmm ?
Convenience store...
my ass !
Hustlin' jalapeno dips
to the appleseeds.
Go on.
Dismissed.
Dismissed !
[ Radio ]
?Evangeline ?
?Evangeline ?
- [ Children Chattering ]
Charlie, we're up here !
Come on up.
- Uh, this is Donny.
- Hey, Charlie.
Hi.
Uh, Mrs. Rossi,
I got the feelin' I screwed up.
- Oh, you couldn't have.
- It was a bad interview.
That was no interview, Charlie.
You're it.
You're the only one that showed up.
You have to take the job.
He sleeps a lot. You can
watch television, call your girlfriend.
I promise you,
an easy 300 bucks.
[ Sigh ] I don't get
an easy feeling.
[ Sigh ]
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