Beautiful Girls Page #2

- I like those chicks.

Don't shovel much, do you?

- What makes you say that?

- Your technique, it's sloppy.

- You live in a city or warm climate.

- City.

You grew up here?

Yeah. Yeah.

- Don't visit much?

- Nope.

- Mom dead?

- You a cop?

No.

Yeah, my mother's dead.

I knew it. Your dad's

kind of a sad guy.

Your brother is kind of missing that

thing that having a mom gives you.

It's a lonely house you got.

What's your name?

- Marty.

- As in Martha?

As in Marty, named for a grandfather

I never even knew - Martin.

So now I'm Marty.

Just Marty. A girl named Marty.

It is the bane of my existence.

- How old are you?

- 13, but I'm an old soul.

So why did you come back?

Well...

My high school reunion.

- Heavy.

- Yeah.

- So what's your name?

- Willie.

Willie, I like your 'burns.

Thanks.

- You're kinda cool.

- How do you mean?

I don't know. It's just a call.

You don't think you are?

I...

I, um...

No, I... I think I am.

You are... I think.

- Yeah?

- Maybe not.

I'm gonna go.

Yeah, I'll see you around...

Marty.

Are you Victor?

Excuse me, is your name Victor?

See who's here?

- Sh*t.

- Are you Victor?

I'm looking for Victor

the meat cutter.

I hit a cow

and he could slice me some steaks.

- It's a waste to let it rot.

- You're not funny.

I'm serious, Jan.

I don't appreciate you burying my

driveway like some obsessed lunatic.

- OK. That's fair.

- What do you want?

- I wanna give you this.

- What is that?

- It's a rump roast. Come on.

- Paul...

Come on. At least open it.

- I really don't think I should.

- Do you believe this?

See what a man

has to go through for love?

It's beautiful, Paul. It's lovely.

- It's brown.

- Champagne. It's the newest thing.

It's not brown.

- Champagne? It's beautiful.

- Thank you.

- So what are you doing?

- I can't take it.

- Why not?

- I can't.

- Marry me, Jan.

- No.

- "No"? Just like that, "no"?

- No.

- Jesus Christ, Jan!

- You're so selfish.

Selfish? Let me explain something.

What's in this box constitutes

We're taking some time.

This screws everything up.

- Paul. What are you doing?

- Chip, cut me some slack.

- You're making a spectacle.

- It's her fault.

Jan? Outside.

- Look, take this ring.

- I got customers, Paul.

- Jan.

- Paul.

Take the f***ing ring!

- That's romantic!

- You sucked the romance out.

This is the desperate act

of a desperate man.

Only when faced with losing me

do you decide to do this.

So? I didn't like the alternative.

That's how one comes to a decision.

Wrong. One comes to a decision

based on what one wants,

not what one doesn't want, got it?

I got customers.

So how's everything at home?

It's all right. It's a little weird.

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