The Virgin Suicides Page #2

and his Messerschmitt coming down.

And boys, I swear. what...

two or three years older than you...

would be in this.

the P-51-B Mustang.

"B" for what?

For "bull's-eye".

- You've heard of Yale?

- Oh, yeah.

- This punch is fantastic.

- Can I give you more?

Oh, sure.

What's in it?

Juices, some cherry.

pineapple.

You know, I...

I love pineapple.

Really?

This baby would come in, and this won

the war for the United Kingdom.

You see?

- Excuse me.

- Sure.

And this kind of...

this kind of equipment...

that-that makes, uh,

a model work.

Here's Joe.

- Hi, Joe!

- Hi.

- If he needs anything, call me.

- I'm sure he'll be fine.

Hi.

- Hi.

- Joe!

Good to see you.

How are you?

- Hey, Joe. How's it going?

- Glad you came tonight.

- You're just in time.

- Yeah, thanks.

Good. Hi.

Hey, everyone, look! His ears wiggle

if you scratch his chin.

- Joe.

sing your song.

# All the monkeys have no tails

in Sambo Wango #

# All the monkeys have no tails

'cause were bitten off by whales #

# All the monkeys have no tails

in Sambo Wango ##

- Whoo! Go, Joe!

- Good job, Joe. Good song.

Good job, Joe.

- Hey, where'd you learn that song?

- That was good.

May I be excused?

If you want to, dear,

but this is your party.

All right, if you wanna go upstairs,

go ahead, but we'll just...

we'll just have to have fun

without you.

Look, he always chooses heads.

Joe, what's it gonna be?

Heads.

Joe, will you try tails?

Heads, it is.

Let's try again, eh?

- Heads.

- Tails.

Heads. One more time.

In the air, Joe.

Heads.

Heads it is anyway.

One more time here.

- Okay, call it in the air, Joe.

- Heads.

Heads. Enough of that.

- How you doing?

- Good.

- Picked it out really well.

- It's my favorite song.

You know. you're...

you're very beautiful.

Say, I could

paint you some time.

Thanks.

- Oh, so, do they sing it to you?

- Yeah.

- Oh, wow!

- Good!

- Cecilia!

Cecilia!

Oh, my... No! Don't look!

Don't look!

Turn around! Turn around!

Darling. turn around.

Don't-Don't-Don't look.

Oh, Jesus. Oh, Jesus.

Please, God.

No funerals today.

- What'd he say?

- Said she was only 13.

Oh, hi, Mary.

Are your parents home?

Hi, Father Moody.

Come in.

Oh, hello, Father.

Please, sit down.

Thanks.

Come on, Miller.

that was inside.

Ah, no, no, thanks.

How about we get the missus down here,

have a little chat?

Afraid she's under

the weather.

She's not really... seeing anybody.

Well, she'll see

her priest.

Ah, this kid's a sucker

for the high inside ones every time.

Every time.

Excuse me.

Father...

Double play, Father.

Double play.

Mrs. Lisbon?

- May I come in?

- Okay.

Hello, girls.

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