Dickie Roberts: Former Child Star Page #2

Just got back from

a very successful TV stint.

No such thing

as bad press, right?

Unless it's that.

So, Leif, what have

you been up to?

I got a record out

that I'm happy about.

Rock and roll, man.

Went on an acting audition

about three months ago.

Well, that's great man.

I've been going on movie

auditions all the time,

like every day.

Hey, you going to read

for Mr. Blake's Backyard?

I definitely am.

I was... where...

What-What's that one again?

Rob Reiner's new film?

It's the talk of the town.

Yes, Rob Reiner.

My God, did his dog

have puppies yet?

Ooh, I should send him a note.

You know what,

I have to call him anyway.

I left my sweater

in his guest room.

It's called

Mr. Blake's Backyard?

Remember how Frank Sinatra

in his comeback

played Maggio

in From Here to Eternity,

and then won the Oscar?

Or like Travolta

in Pulp Fiction?

It's the role of a lifetime,

man.

Great.

Leif, I got to go.

It was good to see you, man.

Hey, are we still on

for poker Thursday?

Sidney, where are you?

I've left three messages.

Listen, there's this new movie,

it's a Rob Reiner movie.

You got to get me in...

- Dickie.

- Go to go.

Are you going

to park cars or what?

They're stacking up.

Yes, sir, Mr. Rollins.

Look, Dickie, the only

reason I hired you

is I used to watch your show,

and your life

is kind of pathetic.

Thanks for being a fan.

You know what?

You never get anywhere unless

you bend the rules a little bit.

Woo-hoo.

Uh, this is the Wernick Agency.

This is his assistant...

Shaquikwa speaking.

Sidney, where the hell

have you been?

I've been calling all morning.

Oh, sorry.

Hey, you know those pigeons

I feed?

They attacked me,

six of the bastards.

I had to go get stitches.

Wait a second, wait a second.

Oh, come on,

what is this guy doing?

Hey, move that pile.

The light ain't getting

any greener, jarhead.

Hey, screw you, man.

Why don't you step

out of that little,

bitty wussy car

and talk to my face, huh?

Hey, screw you.

I'll kick your

steroid-Ioving ass, moron.

Jujube.

I'm going to bust you up, man.

Smell you later, stink bomb.

I'll find you.

Three, G, Q...

Hey, Dickie, aren't you worried

about that guy

tracking you down and beating

the crap out of you?

No, I'm in someone else's car,

plus the windows are tinted.

Hey, listen, this movie part

sounds like

the key to everything, man.

You've got to get me in

to see Rob Reiner.

And as your agent,

let me ask you this...

you got any ideas?

'Cause, I mean, that's just

way out of our league.

Now, you want

to get on Elimidate,

that's a different story.

I think if I talk

to some movie stars,

they can help me.

Yeah, you, where are you

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