Benny & Joon Page #4

Rules are rules. Without 'em

there's no order in the universe.

Don't you give me that crap.

You took advantage.

Of your sick sister. A heart flush

is a perfectly respectable hand.

- Not respectable enough.

- Hey, shut up, Mike.

I am not takin' this guy home.

You have to! Remember

the bet I lost last year?

When I had to re-plate your socket set,

I didn't back out.

You can't bet a human being!

Oh, well,

if you're gonna be a baby about it...

All right, Mike.

You wanna play like that? I'll take him.

I may not be responsible for what

I'm gonna do to him, but I'll take him.

Oh, man.

- What are you doin', you jerk?

- Somethin' wrong with your car.

- What did you do with my hubcaps?

- I don't know.

- I'm Sam.

- So I hear.

I'm Benny.

With an n?

Yeah. Two of 'em.

- This is Joon.

- With an n?

One.

You're out of your tree.

It's not my tree.

I think I need a beer.

Hey, Benny, wait a minute! Where are you

going? Come here! Gimme a jump! Hey!

You're goin' with them.

Oh! God bless you.

Hey, pal, we're tryin' to work here,

if you don't mind.

Oh, my God!

"I've been looking for my boyfriend.

Have you seen him?"

Ruthie, a ghost come back to haunt you?

"Oh, Brad! Oh, Brad!

Brad, please don't be dead!"

"I never got a chance to tell you what

you meant to me. Oh, Brad, please!"

It's you, Ruthie Mallenek, co-star of The

Prom Queen Mutilator with Dick Beebee.

- You saw that?

- "He was mine!"

"He was mine!"

"No. Cindy, you're sick. You need help!"

"No, Cindy! No! No!"

"No!"

Don't... Don't touch it.

It's paint.

Yes.

Kirk Douglas. Van Gogh. Ear.

These are yours.

You can sleep here. All right?

It's late. Let's brush your teeth and hair.

- I can brush my own teeth, Benjamin.

- Fine.

- Hair, too.

- Perfect.

Come on.

Oh. Oh, Benny.

Hey, Benny.

Thanks for the couch.

Mike made me sleep under the sink.

Oh. You're welcome.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Mentally ill.

- Really?

- Yeah.

But, I mean, don't worry about it.

But just let her go about her routine.

Her routine is everything to her.

Oh, and don't hang around her room

while she's painting.

- She hates that.

- No.

If she runs hot and cold on you,

just ignore it.

That's just the way it works.

Listen, if she starts talkin' to herself,

don't worry about it, but don't answer.

OK.

She sometimes hears voices in her head.

That comes with the territory, too.

And... just make sure that nothin'

- and, you know, I mean nothin' -

happens to her.

OK.

OK. All right.

Having a Boo Radley moment, are we?

- Morning.

- Hey. This today?

Yeah.

So... what'd you do with the cousin?

The bus station? The river?

What? You throw him in the river?

- No, I took him home.

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