No Stranger Than Love Page #3

the jamboree with a little poem.

Something that's kind of uplifting, you know?

Dealing with, uh, virtue and

honesty and trust and integrity,

stuff that's right up your alley.

I mean you make people sick with this

kinda stuff, you're so goddamn good.

So I thought maybe you could, uh, start me off.

Well, it's something I'm gonna

have to think about, daddy.

I've kind of shut down for the night.

Oh, uh, pfft, yeah of course,

I'm sorry, it's late.

But at least you understand the importance

of an opening poem.

Goddamn moron of a mother.

- Lucy?

- Mmm-hmm?

What's the matter?

Aw, I know what it is.

You don't like me calling your mother a moron.

Listen, sweetie, I'd call your mother a moron

- if she was standing right next to me.

- Uh...

Sweetie. It's okay. I mean...

I mean she calls me "dumbo" and...

"Mr. flabby" that kind of thing, you know that.

Sweetheart, someday you're gonna meet the ideal guy

and if you can stay together as long as we have,

well, then, it'll all go to hell

for you too and that'd be that.

Anyway, when a good opening for my poem hits you,

just give me a call or come over to the house, okay?

Aw, thank you, sweetie.

You're the best. Goodnight.

Oh, and your porch light is out.

- He's gone!

- Yes, I know. I can hear.

I can hear everything!

Lucy, rope. We gotta get rope.

I need to get out of here.

Rope. Well, how much rope?

Lots. Miles of the stuff.

Well, I don't know, Clint. Won't me

asking for miles of rope at this hour

make people think something's funny?

Good point. Uh, Willie Perry!

- Willie Perry?

- Yes! He's perfect!

Lucy, go down to the port hole,

and find Willie Perry, all right?

He is nuts. He saves everything.

All right?

He'll have tons of rope.

He'll help us.

Well, but what about the...

The rendezvous aspect?

That's why Willie is perfect.

Look, we're blood-brothers since we were ten.

All right, he won't tell a soul!

Just go get Willie.

All right, you gotta do it, Lucy!

Go. Get him.

Lucy?

Ma'am, I don't suppose you have

any idea it is against the law

to look that fantastic, do you?

Howard, I'm just not gonna stop anymore.

I'm just not. This is no fair.

We gotta go dancing, Lucy.

Oh, we haven't been dancing for months.

You remember the last time we went dancing?

I do.

The sweat was pouring off of us.

We gotta get sweating like

that again, Lucy, I mean it.

Oh!

Gotta go.

Hey, where you going so late?

Na, na, na, na, just

name a night, I'll call you.

God, you break my heart.

- I don't get it either.

- You don't get it?

No.

Hey, congratulations, my queen, third year in a row.

What are you doing in here?

You want some popcorn?

No. Thank you, Brenda. I'm

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