Stand Up Guys: The Stand Up Songs of Jon Bon Jovi Page #3

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You have until morning.

What, like ten,

or later, like brunch time?

This is like talking to Conchita my maid

Kill him by 10 o'clock in the AM,

or you're dead too.

Motherf***er shoots my only son!

The only reason I've let you live

was for this. We clear?

- We're clear.

- Then good night.

Wendy, Wendy.

Doc.

- Everything all right?

- No, but thank you for asking.

Bet you're the type of man who wouldn't

let a lady drink by herself, huh?

Of course not.

Just a pfft taste.

This is good stuff.

Ah...

Doc, my mother always told me to do the

best with what you have, where you are.

Your mother was something.

Oh... Ah...

So, did everything work this time,

Valentine?

Four times. It worked. I coulda

gone again, but she's all worn out.

- Good for you.

- Come on, let's blow this pop stand.

Wendy, for everything, thank you.

Hope we find peace, Doc.

- Me too.

- I feel so ready to party.

Bye, Smiley.

Those girls look like they wanna party.

- Why embarrass yourself?

- Ah...

Embarrass myself?

We're doing a battle of the balls. This

goes up and down like a f***ing yo-yo.

Pray for me.

Hey, ladies.

Whaddya say, whaddya know?

It's me, Jack-a-Mo.

Shouldn't you be in bed?

In bed?

Baby...

I got a python in my pants...

harder than the Rock of Gibral...

Don't talk to me.

- Can we go home now?

- Oh, no. Definitely not now.

We don't go home.

We're just gettin' started, buddy.

I need uh, 20 bucks. I'll be right back.

- What are you doing, Val?

- Just give it to me, I'm not asking.

Yeah.

Hey, hey, can you help a brother out?

What's happening?

I want you to play

something a lil' different.

You know, like when music was still

music, when it had a lil' soul.

- Ah, ya talking old school.

- Old school, yeah.

Right, yeah, there's not much call

for old school around here.

Well, tonight may be different, OK?

- I think it could be.

- I can trust you, right? Slow.

- You can trust me.

- Don't let me down.

Hey, I'm back.

First of all, I just want to say,

it was rude, what I did.

- Yes.

- And I deserve everything you gave me.

I apologize. You forgive me?

Anyway, do you like to dance?

- Mm-hmm.

- Lisa.

Listen, Lisa, um, I'm Valentine.

My friends call me Val,

and here's the situation.

I've been away for a long time.

I mean, where, I can't say, but

I really need you to dance with me.

Now, I'm not gonna ask you to go home

with me, I'm not gonna try to kiss you,

or you know, feel your ass, or anything.

I just wanna dance. One song.

That's all I'm proposing. Two people...

holdin' each other,

smiling at time, nothing else.

After that, you'll never see me,

or hear from me...

again. I promise.

How's that sound to you, Lisa?

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