La Bamba Page #3

You gotta think big!

-You want to be my manager?

-Sure, I can do it.

I can get the American Legion Hall.

Steve was a World War I veteran.

What, you don't think I can do it?

Just for that you can be my flunky.

Mom, thanks, but no thanks.

Anybody but Bob.

-What does that mean?

-Just take care of Rosie, okay stud?

Try staying home for a change.

Listen, punk....

-I don't need you--

-Stop it, both of you.

Richie, don't be so ''High Tone.''

And you Bob, you're your brother's keeper.

You never heard of that?

'Morning Connie, Richie.

'Morning.

You missed a great show last night.

Richie was wonderful.

Really? Im not surprised.

Im flying this coop.

Catch you all later.

Im late for work.

What did I do with my purse?

''Flying the coop.''

That's it!

''Richard Valenzuela and his Flying Guitar.''

-This is it. What do you think?

-This is beautiful, man.

With some publicity we can raise the roof.

You're dreaming, Valenzuela.

They wouldn't even let us into this place.

No, I told you. My mom, she set it all up.

Since when is your mam

running this band?

-We need all the breaks we can get.

-I heard that. Richie's right, man.

No dice, Chino.

I decide what's best for the Silhouettes,

and this ain't it.

So, let's beat it out of here.

What's his problem?

Are you guys coming or what?

I guess it's ''what.''

What's going on?

Show business, mijo.

Show business? These look like sh*t.

A monkey can draw better than this.

Oh yeah?

Should have kept my mouth shut.

Every wall, every liquor store.

Every telephone pole in town.

Hit them all! Now, tear buns!

We need a little help

hanging that crepe paper across there.

Those chairs don't go there, Felipe.

They don't go there.

You're looking really handsome.

The girls are gonna go crazy over you.

-There's only one girl I care about.

-Who's that?

Nobody you'd know.

-Is everything in order in here?

-Perfect. Thanks, Rosie.

We're gonna pack the place, Mom.

I hope so. We paid for this place

with our rent money.

Someday I'll buy you

the house of your dreams. I promise.

Tell me about it. Where is Bob?

Three cups, thirty cents.

Here's your change.

Ten cases. Counting the door, that's $150.

We gotta do this again.

-Did you find Bob?

-What do you want? No.

-Did you look?

-No!

-He's pretty good.

-He's great.

What'll you have?

Can I have a Coke?

Here's a little number...

...for the criminal element here tonight.

And you know who you are.

Look at my Richie...

...shining like a star.

Look at Bob.

You're drunk, Bob. Give me that bottle.

That's my brother.

A**hole!

Stop it!

Why, Bob?

How could you do this to Richie?

To Richie? I did this to me!

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