Songs That Won the War Page #3

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I'm serious, guys.

My brother's got more

fireworks than Ho Chi Minh.

We could hole up

in that fort you wanna build,

those mongrels

won't be able to touch us.

What do you say, Stu?

Stu?

That was fun. Come on,

let's go to the tree.

You got an extra smoke?

Why don't you hawk

your own damn cigarettes?

Dang, girl, I risk my neck all

morning for your dumb behind.

You think

I at least entitled to

a 5-second break

or a puff off of your scag.

What do you mean,

"Risking your neck"?

Well, what you call tromping

around in them crazy, gap-toothed,

banjo-picking, no-eyelid hillbilly

yard stealing all their junk.

Dang!

They ever do find out

we robbed them,

I reckon they gonna whup my

behind till it's flat as yours.

You didn't even go

onto Lipnicki's property.

I'm the one

who got everything.

And quit n*gger-lipping

my smoke. Give it here.

Excuse me?

What the hell you just say?

Give me my smoke. What?

You know what.

Girl, you'd better

get out of my face.

You call your friends that.

How I calls my kin

ain't none of your business.

It's a fight! What'd I miss?

I'm sorry.

What's she sorry for?

I think you have something that

belongs to me, my mood ring.

Where's my

puka shell necklace?

I'll see you gets it!

Look, I said I was sorry.

My mama said I don't have

to hang out with nobody

who degrades me that-a-way,

even if they is my best girl.

But I'm gonna let it go

this time.

But you're on probation,

and don't think I'm gonna

forget about it neither.

Now put your eyes back

in your head and let's go.

Wasting all our time.

Lordy, lordy, lordy.

What I have to put up with.

Are you sure

this be the short cut?

Oh, damn it!

No way! Bull-honky, man!

Come on!

This is our territory, man!

We never hawk your ideas!

They ain't gonna move.

How you know?

Hey! I'll race you for it.

Winner gets all.

You any good at running?

I'd sooner die than to lose

a foot race to my brother.

Come on. To the tree.

One, two, three!

Go, Stu!

Go, Lidia!

Oh, damn!

Tie!

Guess we're gonna have to

share it!

No fair!

Us girls got there first,

and we raced for it and tied!

I said we'd try it

and we tried it.

I want

all our stuff back!

Simmer down, now!

All right.

I say y'all try to get along

one more day.

Oh, come on, Dad!

If y'all cannot work together

after that,

then I guess

you are gonna have to

put a little daylight

between yourselves.

Share it on the split.

You boys

can have it in the morning

when the girls'll

be in school.

And in the afternoon you take

off, you let them enjoy it.

And I don't wanna hear about

you raising your fists again.

You got that?

Yes, sir.

You all got that?

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