Untamed Heart Page #2

It's sap.

You work over in that Christmas-tree lot

during the day, don't you?

Yeah, yeah, I've seen you there...

hauling trees once or twice.

You smell like a pine tree.

Like a Christmas tree.

Maybe I'll stick a star on your head, huh?

Just kidding.

I used to love the way our Christmas tree

smelt when we were little.

Brings back memories, you know.

When life was simple.

Now my parents put up

this stupid artificial tree.

It's all fake. Just not the same, you know?

You just don't talk much, do ya? Don't

worry, I'm not gonna make you talk to me.

(Jim) Could I have a waitress

out here, please?

You'll live. I gotta get back to work.

(softly) Thanks.

Why don't you go over there

and handle it?

- You can do it.

- (man) Give me the quarter.

Hey! Hey! How would you

like to pay for that machine?

It just stole my damn quarter, sweetheart.

That's cos guys like you

pound on it all the time.

What's the matter with you?

It ain't your machine.

As a matter of fact, it is,

so don't hit it any more.

- Thank you.

- This your diner?

No, just my machine. Just wait.

It happens to be a very good investment.

Once it's all paid off.

- Now what brand?

- Marlboro.

Lights.

100s, please.

- Here.

- That's great.

If you have a problem with it,

come to me next time.

How'd you like to feel that, huh?

She'd make a meal outta ya.

- You know her?

- Don't you remember who that is?

- No. Who is she?

- Well, just wait. You'll see.

Hello. Do you fellas know what you want?

Yes, we do. We would like

to have Caroline wait on us -

if you don't mind - because,

well, we're gonna tip you both.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Switch with me. Those two guys in there,

they're asking for Caroline.

Great. For Bill.

- Ready to order?

- Yeah.

Hi.

So, have you been to

any parties lately, Caroline?

- Do I know you?

- Well, I tell you, I know you.

Dean Albanese's Fourth of July party

in the basement.

Sloe-gin fizzes?

Oh.

Yeah. How's it going?

Well, you know. It's going.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Now I remember.

God, that was embarrassing.

- Good memory.

- It's my pleasure.

You must have been barfin' up

stuff your grandmother ate that night.

I'm not an ogre that lives

under the cigarette machine.

Forget it, all right? Because we all

are just people here, hm, you know?

OK. We're not so bad. My name's Howard.

You know, in case you've forgotten.

This is Patsy.

Hi.

- Cigarette?

- No.

Oh, yeah. OK.

I'm gonna have a cheeseburger deluxe,

and I'll get that medium rare.

(Cindy) And she's yelling

at the top of her lungs

"You mother-effing lousy, filthy pig!"

"Your mother's a slut

and your father's a ho!"

All of this right in front of

the Sons of Italy Hall.

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