Footloose Page #3

You're going to need a friend

on your first day.

This is Ren MacCormack. He'll be

attending school with you tomorrow.

- Hey-

- Hey...

- Hey, Dad?

- Yes, honey?

Rusty and I have that

science project due tomorrow,

we're going to be working on it pretty

late. I was thinking I'd stay over.

- Is that OK?

- On a school night? Is that necessary?

Rusty! Don't you think

it's gonna take us all night?

Sure. At least.

- I guess it's fine, right...

- Thanks, Daddy. Bye, Mom.

Come on, let's go.

And with two laps to go,

the leader is car number 44,

Chuck Cranston!

Coming around the last turn

on the final lap...

We have a winner!

In the number 44 car,

it's Chuck Cranston

crossing the line first

for the checkered flag!

Let's hear it for Chuck!

Yeah! He just won!

Yeah, baby!

Yeah, baby!

Today's late-model division

two-time champion, folks.

Go up there, you get that flag and

get that cute ass out here right now!

Come on, now!

Hey, what are you doing?

Come back here with that!

- Ariel, what the hell are you doing?!

- Hammer down, baby!

Oh, yeah. Come on, now.

Chuck Cranston! I don't care if

your daddy does own this track,

you've got to get her out of here!

You can chase me down, old man.

Chase me down!

Get back here! You're going to

get yourself killed out there!

Once again, ladies and gentlemen, your

late-model division two-time champion.

Let's give it up for Chuck Cranston!

Thanks for coming out to the

Cranston Motor Speedway.

- Rusty!

- We hope you had a good time.

Rusty, I'm talking to you!

You know when you're watching

the news, and you see someone

- get killed doing something stupid?

- God, this again?

I don't want to be that stupid friend

who just stands around watching.

- He should never let you do that!

- So you're just going to leave me?

Me?

Leave you?

I don't know what's going on

with you any more.

Ever since Bobby...

- I guess I'll get my own ride back.

- I guess you will.

Yellow flag.

Yellow flag.

Baby, why we got to go so fast?

You want some choirboy

to put a promise ring on your finger?

You're not gonna find that with me,

preacher's daughter.

Stop. I get that from everybody else.

I don't need that from you.

I thought it was real simple

with you and me.

Yeah?

I'm your man.

You're... you're my rebel child.

I'm not a child.

Prove it.

Shut the door.

Shut the door.

Go on.

Are you going to pout all day?

Look, I already said I was sorry.

It's Monday. Everybody gets a do-over.

- You love me!

- I know I do!

Isn't that that new kid

my mom introduced me to at church?

Sure is. He's cute.

- You think everybody's cute.

- I know, but I think he's cute.

He dressed up for his first day

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