Body Snatchers Page #3

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They heard your old man was coming.

Yeah, to court-martial your ass.

- This is Pete and...

- Marti.

You know each other?

We met earlier.

When? You just got here yesterday.

What do I do to get a drink here?

You want a drink? Have a drink.

Come here.

You can have anything.

You know that.

This is romantic.

Now what?

Let me dazzle you with my stick work.

Or not.

I mean, let's play some pool.

All right, let's go.

Sit down.

How are you?

Good.

How's your brother?

He's kind of weirded out.

Can I get you a drink?

Yeah. I'll have whatever he's having.

Yeah, right.

Hey, Melissa,

can I get a couple of beers, please?

Andy's a nice kid.

Do you want him?

Do I want him?

Sh*t!

What's wrong?

- I know that guy.

- What guy?

He scared me.

What'd you do to her?

What are you talking about?

In the gas station.

Your girlfriend's had too much to drink.

You should take her home.

Oh, Tim.

It's okay.

Guess I made a mistake.

I was 7 when she died.

I didn't expect my dad to marry again.

Stupid, huh?

You must really miss her.

What was your mother like?

You always remember the good things

about people.

I miss her.

Did you ever play, "I Never"?

What's that?

You put your hands up...

...and the object is to make the other guy

drop all his fingers down.

So, if I were to say...

..."I've never been to Mars"...

...then neither of us put our fingers down,

'cause we haven't been there.

But if you said, "I never wore a dress"...

...then I'd have to put a finger down.

Get it?

- Okay, go ahead.

- You start.

I've never eaten Brussels sprouts.

I've never been in a helicopter.

I've never tried to give

my kid brother away.

I've never shot anyone.

When?

Kuwait.

I never hide my feelings.

- What's the matter?

- It's Mommy!

- What about Mommy?

- Her head came off. She's dead!

- There's Mommy, right there.

- She's not my mommy!

- What happened?

- He had a bad dream.

It's okay. I'll put you to bed.

No! That isn't my mommy!

Wait!

Wait!

Take your brother inside.

Take him inside. Do it.

- Are you aware she's underage?

- No, sir.

You aware you're giving booze

to an underage girl?

You weren't aware of that?

- No, sir.

- No?

- That's funny?

- No, sir.

Don't come here anymore.

Come on.

I'm not lying, Marti!

Nobody said you were.

I had nightmares when I was your age.

They go away all by themselves.

She's not Mommy, Marti.

She is your mommy. She loves you a lot.

My mommy died.

- I don't want to talk. I'm angry.

- Dad, please.

I can't trust you.

You're drunk and an hour late.

I'm not drunk.

And you've known him 100 years...

I had one lousy beer and came home

half an hour late!

Big deal! I'm not a f***ing 10-year-old!

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