Black Cadillac Page #2

Those clowns went down

like bowling pins, man.

Bap! Wah! Pah!

Whoo! Pah!

Hmm, the sexless someone

wears Chloe?

So why'd you start

the fight... this time?

Why do you always

think it's me, Scott?

- Because it always is?

- Oh, hey, hey,

so I'm sitting

in the bar,

and I look out

the window,

and I see this Saab

just swaying away

like a ship at sea.

Now tell me, what set

that Saab a-rockin'?

You know,

a Yale man doesn't

discuss such matters.

- Oh, we need details!

- Lurid details, Yalie.

I have details.

All right, for the first time

in my life, I have details!

She pins me against

the wall and sticks her tongue

halfway down my throat.

- I think I'm

gonna gag, but I--

- Very brave of you, my son.

And then without me

having to ask,

she drops down

to her knees and she--

( sighs )

she starts doing things I've

only seen on the internet, man.

Oh-oh-oh!

This night is gonna

be a classic, man!

A flat-out classic!

The last stand

of the Three Musketeers!

Ah, two and a half,

little brother.

Look, I don't

wanna get all "Felicity"

all over the place,

but I sincerely

want to thank you guys

for bringing me along

on your annual pilgrimage

to the wonderful land

of the fake IDs.

But I gotta say, C.J.,

man, one of these days...

One of these days what?

One of these days you're

gonna get us into something

Scott's not gonna

be able to get us out of.

Never gonna happen.

Not in a million,

jillion years.

Because Scott--

Scotty-- Scott-tay

is "the man,"

the man with the plan.

Ain't that right, Scooter?

- Take it easy.

- Hey, I'm easy.

I'm just saying--

Well, maybe you don't

say so much, okay?

How come

you keep lookin'?

There's this car

that's been behind us

the last couple miles.

- So what?

- They keep creeping up,

and backing off, okay?

It's weird.

It's big, that car.

I think this may be some

of my fans from the bar, huh?

- Oh, great!

- Just relax, okay? We don't

know who they are yet.

Robby:

Oh! A Cadillac

El Dorado, 1957.

Oh, man!

It's so tough!

I love that car!

I love that car

more than I love myself.

The car's

a goddamn dinosaur.

Yeah, a dinosaur that eats

Saabs for breakfast.

Oh, yeah, it's all

coming back to me now.

- What?

- The reason your ass

sits in the back.

( laughs )

Scott:

What the hell

are they doing?

( tires screech )

C.J.:

I guess they're not

fans of mine after all,

and I'm guiltless

at last.

Adios, Caddios!

Hey guys, I gotta

take a leak.

- Are you kidding?

- Dude, I never kid

about such matters.

Why didn't you

go at the bar?

Because I was too busy

trying not to get killed!

Well, just hold it

for a while.

I wanna put some miles

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