The Best of Me Page #2

I think the universe

dispenses swift justice.

He speaks.

He's sort of funny.

- Hey, Amanda.

- Hey.

- Try it now.

- OK.

Thank you.

Your battery got disconnected.

It's not major. It happens.

All right.

Are you actually

about to say something else?

My cousin thinks you were trying

to talk to me the other day.

I was.

- He thinks I blew it.

- You did.

You don't know how to flirt,

do you?

Guess not.

Well, what are you gonna do

about it?

OK. This isn't working.

OK, l'll tell you what. Uh...

I want you to think about it

and, uh...

...meet me at Squeals

Saturday night at 6:00... maybe?

- Is that a yes?

- Yeah.

OK. Maybe you'll figure out

how to flirt with me by then.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

"Into Your Arms")

J' I know a place

where I can go J'

J' When I'm alone J'

J' Into your arms

Whoa into your arms I can go J'

J' I know a place

that's safe and warm J'

J' Into your arms

Whoa into your arms J'

Ilcan go... J'

Where you runnin' off to,

Dawson?

I expect you to say hello.

Hello.

- You're cute.

- He is cute.

Looks like his daddy.

Come on in here. Sit down. Lefs play

a hand of cards or something.

No, I'm... I got stuff to do.

I got homework.

He thinks he's smarter than us.

Abee, why don't you take that stupid

goddamn hat off in the house.

- Yes, sir.

- Is that true?

- You think you're smarter than us'?

- No, sir.

- You too good for this family?

- No, sir.

Thafs good.

'Cause this is where you belong.

Here.

Why don't you go out back

and tune up the Merc.

We got a delivery upriver tomorrow

night and you're going with us.

I can't go tomorrow night.

I got something to do.

You didn't listen to a goddamn

thing I said, did you?

- I'm not...

- l'm not what?

Hey, hey, come on, Pop.

Let's play some cards.

I swear to God, Dawson,

you are a slow f***ing learner!

That's a bad thing to be.

You still got someplace

to be Saturday night?

Yes, sir.

- Hit him again, Papa.

- Ted, shut the hell up!

You wanna hit me'?

You hit me,

you see where that'll get you.

Hormones.

That's what his problem is.

You are either the worst car thief

in the history of the world...

...or you have a story to tell.

- What's your name?

- Dawson Cole.

- Tommy Cole's boy'?

- Yes, sir.

Well, that is unfortunate.

- What happened to your eye'?

- I just ran into a tree.

A tree with a mean right cross.

You got any place to stay?

Friends? Anything like that?

No, sir.

Sh*t.

Where you going?

That cot over yonder ought to be

more comfortable than this car.

Water out of the hose is good

to drink.

If there's any trouble, anything

goes missing, anything like that,

the next one to wake you up will be

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