Blue in the Face Page #5

- You know Dot. Dot, Violet.

- Yeah. Hi, Violet.

- Hi, Dot.

- What's doin', baby?

- Well, I come... You make it clearer, okay?

I come to tell you

that Saturday night...

you and me, chicky-chicky,

dancey-dancey, remember, okay?

You're goin' dancin', huh?

Well, don't cancel.

- I'll see you later.

- Okay, listen. Listen, just...

- Don't cancel, though. Don't let him cancel.

- We don't cancel.

- He don't cancel with me.

- Vinny doesn't cancel either. Vinny's not...

Don't gimme your sh*t. I'll see you later.

- All right. Be good.

- Yeah.

- What are you doin', gorgeous?

- How are you?

Nice to see you, baby.

So, you and I go

dancey-dancey, okay?

- Saturday night.

- Saturday night?

Yeah.

Not this Saturday night.

You mean the Saturday night after.

Bullshit, Auggie. Bullshit!

- Oh! What are you doin'?

- What are you doing to me?

Don't do that.

He's gotta sweep the floor.

Auggie, you say Saturday night. Don't bullshit

me. What kind of number you tryin' to pull?

You say the sixteenth.

We say the sixteenth, okay?

I planned the whole night.

Jesus! Is there something in the air?

What's the matter with you?

Dotty's upset.

You're upset. About what?

- What's in your ear?

- That's my music.

Listen, sweetheart.

Saturday night, um...

Saturday night

I promised Tommy...

I'd clean out

his brother's apartment with him.

His brother, um,

his brother Chuck.

We were... in the Navy

together, and he died.

- You understand?

- I don't know what you're talking about, okay?

Chuck. Chuck.

Who the f*** is Chuck?

No, who the f*** was Chuck?

Chuck is dead.

Chuck's the guy

I was in the Navy with and he died.

You... are two-timing me,

ain't you, baby? Come here.

- Two-timing you?

- Come here. Yes.

- You're too beautiful to two-time.

- Who is it? Dot? Sally?

Oh, I know. I know.

It's the little waitress

with the fat culo, isn't it?

You give me more credit

than I deserve, doll.

No, no. I would never two-time you.

What's the matter with you?

I love you. Come on, stop. Stop.

You lied to me, Augusto.

And people who lie...

don't deserve no love.

You mess with Violeta.

And Violeta fight back.

I rip your guts out, Auggie...

like a tiger.

Like a f***ing tiger...

with teeth...

as sharp as the razor blades.

Don't f*** with me.

L- Is a Brooklyn girl

a good fighter?

Of course. 'Cause we don't

scratch and pull hair.

We fight like guys, fist to fist.

You know what I'm sayin'?

And if we can't beat

the other girl, we'll use...

a garbage can or a bottle

or anything.

Do I have a boyfriend?

Yeah.

He's a roughneck, though.

But he's not like me. He don't like

lookin' at stuff and chillin' out.

He wanna go smoke weed

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