Night Moves Page #3

Any more than I want your job.

- I like doing what I'm doing.|- Doing what?

People ask you to do boring,|trivial things, and you do them...

...as if that were...|Oh, turn that thing off.

I can't hear myself think.

Lucky you.

Harry...

If you'd asked me, I would've told you.

Yeah?

Yeah. Well...

...we won't know now, will we?

Keep it coming, Marv.

Leave the cars.

Get the bag up good and high.|Keep firing in the police car.

- Get away from the smoke!|- Hit your smoke.

Crazy son of a b*tch, fly that plane.

Beautiful, Marv.

- That's pretty good.|- Okay. Very good, boys.

Okay. We got it.|How was that? Okay for you?

How's that for you, Alan?

- Hey, he flies good.|- He does everything like that.

Guys like Marv make me feel old.|Well, I am old.

I'd say we saw the same movie.

Hey, aren't you the Harry Moseby|who played ball for Oakland?

Yeah. I saw you in the Pro Bowl.|What year was it, now, '64?

Sixty-three. Yeah, we lost 17-21.

Yeah, yeah. You made the interception|against that big running back.

- What was his name again?|- Willie Hazel.

- Big, big mother. It was a great move.|- Yeah, it stuck pretty good.

One of these days, Ellman. Up yours!

She hung around for about a week.|Wouldn't you say, Joey?

- It just seemed longer.|- He didn't approve.

Delly has had it rough enough.|She needs you like she needs a third leg.

- Same again?|- Joey's okay.

Except he likes|to play Delly's daddy.

See, the thing is...

...me and Arlene, we got it on|together a couple of times.

There's nothing like having|a mother and a daughter.

Gives you sort of a kind of perspective.

Know what I mean?

- What about the guy? Quentin?|- Oh, that weirdo.

He's a magic mechanic,|all right, but he's a freak.

He got pissed because Delly was turning|on to me. Tells me to stay away.

Next thing I know, he throws a punch.

I knocked him down a couple of times.|Joey came in and rescued him.

I was telling Harry about the fight.

Kid should've had|a wrench to even things up.

- She say where she was going?|- Nope. Just lit out.

Didn't even thank me.

Well, if that's it...

...there's a little lady over at the bar|needs a fella like me to buy her a drink.

See you, Har.

He'd f*** a woodpile|on a chance there was a snake in it.

Hell, it ain't easy, Harry.

I know Arlene from way back|when she was married to Tom.

And I watched that Delly grow up|from squirming around on guys' laps to...

...well, studs like that Marv, there.

And it ain't the most|cheerful thing I ever saw.

You think Delly knew that Marv|and her mother were making it?

A blind man on a galloping horse|would've known.

Arlene ain't Lillian Gish.

- Oh, hey.|- I'm sorry.

You don't mind having your drink spilled|by a sweet little ass like that.

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