Gerry Page #3

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Check out the curves on her.

She looks nice.

But how does she ride?

Get in. Have a listen to this.

Hear that? That's your music, man!

What are you singing?

That a new song?

We're jamming, Harel!

Is that a new song in French?

No! I'm just singing whatever!

I'm improvising!

Knock it off, guys.

Try singing that instead.

Harel, you're a stubborn f***ing mule,

you know that?

I told you. English is the language

of rock music, not French.

Are you ashamed

of your own goddamn language?

I'm not ashamed of anything,

is that clear?

Charlebois sings in French

and he's huge.

Charlebois is Charlebois,

and I'm me. Right?

Right on.

Last night, last night

That's why, that's why

Take it easy.

It sounds the same.

You wanna sing it?

Let's use the same pattern, boys.

The Blueberry Hill chords.

Sing in French! A**hole!

What's wrong with you,

you bunch of morons?

You want us to sing in French?

Well, we don't sing in French.

French is what they speak in France.

This is Quebec!

And we speak Qubcois!

And we sing in Qubcois!

Thanks, guys.

The third take was the best.

Should we use that one?

We f***ing nailed it!

You like what you just heard?

I like it a lot.

You're gonna take off.

You're amazing.

Go on without me, guys.

I'm heading home.

Come have one beer with us, big brother.

We gotta celebrate.

My girlfriend's waiting for me.

Let her wait!

- Want a puff?

- No.

I'll have a beer

and drink to your health.

You'll have a dozen.

- Good night, big brother.

- Good night.

Hey, babe.

I gotta push myself

There's nothing I can do

I'm scared as hell

I feel split into two

Yeah, that sounds good.

You have a f***ing way with words.

I like it.

I don't know whether

I'm too small

Maybe love is dead

Her nails were red as fire

Her eyes sparkled like fool's gold

it would've been a shame

if she played a game

Just to...

get me.

Get me...

On my knees

Grald, are you almost done?

I gotta push myself

There's nothing I can do

I'm scared as hell

I feel split into two

I don't know whether

I'm too small

Maybe love is dead

it's like you wrote it for me!

I gotta push myself

There's nothing I can do

I'm scared as hell

I feel split into two

I don't know if

I'm too small

She's waiting.

Maybe love is dead

it's great, Harel.

I'll finish it off tonight!

Good.

I gotta push myself

There's nothing I can do

I'm scared as hell

Grald, we have to talk.

Your mother called yesterday.

She was wondering how things were,

if we're making out all right.

She wanted to know

if we needed anything.

We're not hard up.

No, we're not hard up...

as far as the necessities go.

What did my mother want?

She said they were looking

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