Coyote Ugly Page #3

Oh, you better not|push me, kid.

I can find a hundred other|little punks like you, can burn a turkey burger.

Minimum wage punk.

Maybe we should start over. Uh...

I'm Kevin O'Donnell,

and I work the grill|here at the Fiji Mermaid Club.

I just made a complete|fool of myself.

I was gonna tell you.

I'm almost sure|I would have told you.

I just want you to know|I'm not following you home.

I'm just walking myself 26|blocks in the wrong direction.

- I asked you to leave me alone.|- Did I mention how sorry I am?

I mean, not that it's all my fault.|You did throw yourself at me.

I didn't throw myself at you.

I was pretending to be sweet|and innocent so you'd give me a break.

- Can I ask you a question?|- What?

Is there a reason we just walked|in a circle? Are you lost?

I'm not lost.|Somebody just moved my street.

You-- You wanna play a game?

I bet I can guess|where you're from.

I'm about to get out|my pepper spray.

I reckon you're|from a big city.

And there's no sign from here|of a belly button ring...

or a tongue piercing.

- I gotta go with Chicago.|- Okay.

I've never had anyone stare|at my ass for half an hour, so I'm gonna say good night.

And I'm hoping|you're gonna say it back.

Okay. I can take a hint.

I really do know alot of people|in the music business.

You just don't give up,|do ya?

- Well, it was the sweet and|innocent thing. It did me in. - Good night, Kevin.

Just for the record,|I was only staring at your ass for the first 15 minutes.

William Morris. - I don't mean to interrupt.

- I just want to leave this--|- I'll transfer.

- William Morris. Please hold.|- It's a demo. I'm a songwriter.

William Morris.|I'll be right with you.

I just want to leave this|for Whitney and Mariah.

- I'm sure they're|personal friends of yours. - Look.

I'm sure it sounds great in your shower,|but karaoke ended a halfhour ago.

So if you'd like to get|your songs heard, you're gonna have to take them...

to an open mic night|just like everyone else.

William Morris.

I'll transfer.|You're not getting validated.

Caughtin a mirror

Looking through sympathetic eyes

- Can I help you?|- Um--

Yeah, hi. Uh, I'm sure all your spaces|are filled for tonight.

I just wanted to come down|and check out what this whole open mic thing was about.

I can squeeze you in in ten minutes.|A couple of my regulars, they called in sick.

So, uh, I've got|some spaces to fill.

I need you to sign your name|in here and get yourself ready.

Bathroom's around the corner|if you want to throw up.

Next up we have a young lady|named Violet Sanford.

So let's put our hands together|for New Jersey's own Violet Sanford! Come on up, Violet.

Good! There we go.|Yeah. Whoo!

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