Kiss Kiss Bang Bang Page #3

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lonely little man...

...who single-handedly haunts his own

home in the Hollywood Hills.

That was incredibly gay.

- Good God. Ouch.

- Yeah, you should see the other guy.

Harry, this is our generous host,

Harlan Dexter.

Ah, yes, of course. You're Dabney's

golden boy from back East.

I hope it isn't past your bedtime.

No, sir. My mom used to say

I had the neon disease.

When the neon lights came on,

I woke up.

I'm afraid I'm similarly afflicted.

My daughter just lived 10 years in Paris.

She says it is heaven

for the vampire set.

If you'll excuse me, apparently I'm

meant to help cut this monstrosity.

Mom's gone, so it's just him

and his born-again little bundle of joy.

- Born-again? That's precious.

- Isn't it?

Three months ago, she was suing him

over Mom's millions.

He called her a- Well, a bad word.

C*nt. Welcome to Hollywood.

Okay, I apologize.

That is a terrible scene.

It's like, "Why was that in the movie?

Gee, you think maybe

it'll come back later, maybe?"

I hate that. A TV's on,

talking about the new power plant.

Wonder where the climax will happen.

Or that shot of the cook in

Hunt for Red October. Sorry.

Hi, thank you for coming.

Hey, do you know that blond gal

who just left?

Oh, the one with the guy

that beat the sh*t out of you? No.

Bye, have a better night.

She had something, that gal,

this quality.

Like the girl from high school...

...the one that got away. You know

what I mean? That haunts you still.

- Yeah, I had that.

- You did?

Bobby Mills.

Well, maybe you should

try to get in touch.

I got 5 bucks says

you could still get him.

Really? That's funny.

I got a 10 says, "Pass the pepper. "

I got two quarters harmonizing on

"Moonlight in Vermont. "

- What?

- Talking money.

- A talking monkey?

- Talking monkey, yeah.

Came here from the future.

Ugly sucker. Only says, "Ficus. "

Detective lessons tomorrow.

- Don't forget.

- Okay.

And Harry....

Come here.

That girl, I know her.

She's done some work for me.

Try the Domino Room.

Where's that?

- Hey there. I'm Flicka.

- Hey.

- How are you?

- Good. So, what do you do?

- I'm a private detective. And you?

- I'm a stewardess.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- Well, nice to meet you.

- That it?

- Yeah.

- Yep.

Could I have a Jack and soda? Thanks.

Evening. Harry.

God, I'm sore.

I mean, physically, not like a guy

who's angry in a movie in the 1950s.

- Didn't I see you at a party hours ago?

- Why?

- Why what?

- Why me?

Seriously, why not the girl over there?

Look, she's very pretty.

Which one?

On the left,

next to Brazilian Billy Bob Thornton.

Oh, that's a bit of a reach.

I'm interrupting. I feel badly.

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