Pretty Bird Page #3

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- He doesn't.

I mean, sure,

people kiss his ass...

...But they're not

his friends.

And I'll say why:

If you're born

a genius...

...You die alone.

[chuckling]

But obviously

you know all this.

I need a peer, Rick.

I need a comrade.

First let's take a quiz.

I gotta make sure

you're the right guy.

Oh. [chuckles]

what do you need from me,

my sat scores or something?

[laughs] you finished

that thing?

Well, you are way ahead

of the game, sir.

Well, as a college

graduate, Rick,

I'm sure you can

tell me what...

...This is.

That is a leaf blower.

You are correct, sir.

But this...

But this...

This...

...Is not.

[scoffs]

I know about this.

Here we go.

Oh! Uh, we didn't have

any patties,

- So I gave you links instead.

- Stop. Stop.

Uh, I'm sorry,

what did you say?

You say that you, uh,

didn't have sausage patties?

- Yeah. We must've

ran out last night.

- [sighs]

Waitress, it is 9:00am,

In a diner, in America.

Handing out sausage patties

is your whole f***ing job,

sweetheart.

Ok, uh, I think

we'll have the check now,

Erica. Thank you.

Bunch of bullshit. [sighs]

You're hilarious.

[chuckles]

You'll be hearing from us.

Soon.

Think this is gonna turn out

to be a good thing?

Huh, babe?

Sh*t, I don't know,

I don't know.

How am I supposed to know?

Well, if you ask me,

You've been too long getting

pushed into the shadows...

...After you're the one

who's been doing all the work.

Well, that's 'cause I spent

You talking about

that supervisor

over at Datcher?

You know what? I don't know.

I'm talking about all of 'em.

That's just what I mean.

Maybe it's time for you

to step out front.

Hmm?

[knock on door]

- This is weird.

- [laughs]

Well, it won't be

for much longer, ok?

Well, hello.

We so welcome you.

Richard Honeycutt,

Kenny Owenby.

- Yeah.

- [bell dings]

Ooh! Biscotti.

We've got, uh...

Name cards.

Kenny, music.

Hey! Hey, come here.

Yeah. Hello, hello.

Look who was hiding

from me.

- Rolf, this is Rick.

- [Curtis]:
Kenny, please?

Do you have any pets, Rick?

I'm married.

- [snaps fingers]

- Kenny! Please?

[whispers] sorry.

Tonight I present

to you a dream.

A dream, born in the dark

of a movie theater,

When first the world heard

these immortal words.

"shaken, not stirred."

[men clamoring]

[gunshots]

[mimicking whooshing]

Most people think

that rocket belts

And greatness exist

only in Hollywood,

In a fantasy place,

or some...

...Future world.

But to you,

gathered here tonight,

Let me officially say...

Screw the future...

...'cause I have it.

[grumbles] mm-hm.

[exhales]

Hydrogen peroxide-propelled

personal rocket device.

[Curtis]:
The rocket belt.

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