The Wild One Page #3

Kathy said you wanted

some glasses.

That was an hour ago.

Never mind. I'll do it myself.

- Take over here, will you, Jimmy?

- Come on, Jimmy!

I'm dying of thirst.

I'm dying of thirst.

Please stop mumbling.

Jimmy, what do you hicks do

around here for kicks?

What time is it?

Hey, what do you do around here?

Anything ever happen?

- Oh, yes.

- Like what?

- Roses grow.

- Oh, roses grow.

- People get married.

- Married.

Crazy as any place else.

Bugs get on them,

cause trouble sometimes...

- ...that is, if you don't spray good.

- Yeah.

- There's no bugs on you, Jim?

- I mind my own business.

That's the way to be, Jim.

I listen to the radio. Music, that is.

News is no good, excites people.

- Hey, Jim, what about TV? You like TV?

- What?

New thing, Jim. Television.

- Oh, pictures.

- Yeah.

No, no pictures.

Everything these days is pictures.

Pictures and a lot of noise.

Nobody even knows how to talk,

just grunt at each other.

- Where you been?

- Working.

Listen, what's happening later?

What are you gonna do later?

I work.

- You've got to goof off, don't you?

- What?

- You're not gonna work forever, are you?

- It feels like it sometimes.

I'm talking about tonight,

after you finish up?

I have to stay here

as long as we're busy.

It sounds like we'll be busy

until you leave here.

Where are you going

when you leave here?

Don't you know?

Man, we're just gonna go.

Just trying to make conversation.

It means nothing to me.

On the weekends

we go out and have a ball.

What do you do? I mean,

do you just ride around...

...or do you go

on some sort of a picnic?

A picnic? Man, you are too square.

I'll have to straighten you out.

Listen, you don't go any one special

place. That's cornball style. You just go.

A bunch gets together after all week,

it builds up. The idea is to have a ball.

If you're gonna stay cool,

you've got to wail.

You've got to put something down.

You got to make some jive.

Know what I'm talking about?

- Yeah, I know what you mean.

- Well, that's all I'm saying.

My father was going to take me

on a fishing trip to Canada once.

Yeah?

- We didn't go.

- Crazy.

Solid.

Hey, pops, give me one

of those crazy beers, will you, man?

- Man, that was real cool.

- Thanks, daddy-o.

That's fine old playing.

We've got to get this beer.

Thank you, pops.

- Bop me, dad.

- I bopped you, dad. Pops, thumb me.

Come on. That's it. Thumb me.

- Now, give me some skin. Ooze it out.

- Ooze it out.

- Just nice and-- Ooze it out.

- Thattaboy, ooze it.

- Now, elbow us. Just elbow us.

- Pops, do you pick up on this jive?

- What?

- Pick up on this jive? This crazy music.

- Did you dig the rebop?

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