Psych-Out Page #5

Like... speeches in a park. You know ..

Making... love... instead of war.

Hey, she's a flower child.

Maybe she believes all that stuff

her brother says about love.

Hey, well let's find out, baby.

No!

You bastards! Stop it!

No... no... no.

No!

Don't touch me.

No... no.

Peace, man. Peace ..

I guess he was a little high Stoney.

You okay, Elwood?

Whoo!

Man, beautiful... really beautiful.

You should have seen it.

I was... I was this frog ..

And a Princess kissed me.

And all hell... broke loose.

Want to dance?

What?

Want to dance?

I can't. What?

I... can't... dance.

Why? It's easy.

I can't hear the music.

I forgot.

Well, wait a minute. I saw

you tapping to the beat.

I was watching Stoney.

Say, do you guys have representation?

No we don't.

That's why we keep trying

to write to Washington.

Cool it, Ben.

I'm an agent.

How would you guys like a

chance at The Ballroom?

Great.

Give me a call.

I liked having you there tonight.

Too bad you couldn't hear the music.

What did that agent want?

To make us famous... like The Airplane.

Hmm.

Better not let Dave hear that.

We didn't go looking for him.

I mean he came after us.

I mean, all I know about the

guy, is that he's legitimate.

And that he said that he would

get us in The Ballroom.

Two dollars and fifty cents will get

you into The Ballroom, no problem.

David... the acid has curdled

and turned you sour.

No. I see my friend who'll soon be up to

his eyes in dollars and self-importance.

Maybe I should cultivate him.

It's real good to see you

in the daylight, though.

I know you just crawled out

of your hole to save my soul.

Games again, Stoney.

Could be you're starting to need

things and starting to want things.

And what you don't want to much,

they can't take away from you.

I don't need anything.

Well, pretty soon that little girl

you're pretending not to notice.

That one standing right there

with her eyes full of love.

Pretty soon you'll start worrying

about whether you can afford her.

And then it's "buy now, pay later".

9 to 5 ... the rest of your life.

Pretty soon, the bogey-man will get me.

You're looking lovely

this morning, Jenny.

Tell him I'm right. You're not one

to play games. Tell him how it is.

I'm just catching a bus.

Good morning.

Hi, how are you? Fine

Come on, we'll be late.

Okay, come on, let's go.

Death.

Death is... merely the instant

passage to eternal being.

A final escape ..

From the travail that man

has heaped upon himself.

It is a loss.

Only for the living.

We, who in our loneliness

cherish his... sweet... memory.

And now... while we celebrate

his needless death.

We celebrate the end of death.

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