Thunderbolt and Lightfoot Page #2

Let me outta here right now...

Hey, what's the matter?

Don't you like my face?

You're the best-looking face

I've seen all day. I can tell you that.

And just where

the hell do you think you're taking me?

Anywhere you say, sweetness.

I'm hungry-

Chili, right?

Um...

I didn't get your name.

Oh, I didn't give it to ya.

My name is Lightfoot.

- Lightfoot?

- That's right.

That's a dumb name. I mean, what kind

of a person would name a kid that?

- You know?

- What's your name?

Melody.

Melody?

That's not a dumb name?

Hey, maybe we had the same father.

Brought back some extra goodies.

Are you outta your mind?

This is Gloria and Melody.

- Pleased to meet you.

- Melody, Gloria.

Go right in, ladies.

You're full of all kinds of surprises,

aren't you?

Gloria has a great ass, doesn't she?

It's the best

I've ever seen, really.

Wouldn't you say that, Melody?

Listen, I just got out

of a bed to come here, you know.

And I don't intend

to jump right back into one here.

Oh, I forgot to tell ya. Gloria is yours.

Take it easy, Gloria. You're killin' me.

Where did you get

all those scars from?

Marines, Korea.

Oh, yeah? I heard about that war.

ooh!

Mmm...

What are you dam"?

Getting dressed.

Why?

So you can take me home.

What for? You can stay here tonight.

No, no, I have to get home

before it's light out.

Look, if you think

I'm leavin' here at 3:30 in the morning

to take you wherever

the hell home is, you're crazy.

Oh, you'd better take me

or I'll walk out

of here stark-naked and scream "Rape."

Sure you will.

That would be stupid.

Rape!

Rape!

- Do you think we should stay here?

- Why not?

Get your clothes on.

Here's some money. You can take a cab.

Sweets to the sweets!

How did you do?

Red-haired women are bad luck.

You sure that's their car?

That's their hearse.

- Good morning.

- Good morning, sweetness.

- Okay, what'll it be this morning?

- I'm gonna have you.

And four scrambled eggs, very loose.

Bacon, toast, coffee.

And American fries. You got American fries?

- Yes.

- American fries?

Right.

Just coffee, black. Thanks.

Okay. Thank you.

God, it's poetry!

Good jaw.

I love 'em like that. Nice and tight.

Jesus!

How you feelin' today, preacher?

The clock uncoils the working day,

and he wakes up

feeling his youth has gone away.

Now what the hell is that? A prayer?

A poem.

- A poem?

- Poetry.

Ah.

You stick with me, kid.

You can live forever.

Sir.

You big son of a b*tch!

You must've been into something

very big, preacher. Very big.

I can't see.

Damn' they're goin' fast.

I can't see 'em.

I don't know how the hell

I could've missed 'em so many times.

- Shoot.

- I think you got... No, you didn't either.

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