Small Town Saturday Night Page #4

Yeah. Yeah, we can do that, Les.

- Les, why don't you go long?

- Yeah?

- Go real long.

- Okay.

You're cruel, man.

All right, Les,

why don't you grab your rig?

- Sorry.

- Go over to the station.

We'll see you there in a bit.

So what's your doll's name?

- Tinker.

- Tinker.

- Tinker the stinker?

- Yeah.

Hold on to Tinker there, sweetheart.

- Hold on here.

- Okay.

I'll take care of these jokers.

Don't be an ass.

I'm not gonna mount you.

- What's up, buddy?

- How you doing, man?

- Good to see you, Tommy.

- You too.

I heard you boys had to referee

a little boxing match this morning.

lt wasn't much of a fight though.

- Rodney got his ass kicked.

- Yeah? He's a lover, not a fighter.

I'd better have Paul deputize you two,

seeing as how ugly over here never put

that baseball scholarship to use.

And Lord knows I could use the help.

Looks like you already got some.

Yep.

How's she doing with all this?

A lot better than me, that's for sure.

Yeah.

I know how you feel, man.

I wish I had some advice for you, but...

- 210, 210, copy.

- So I-- I'd better get.

Well, see you guys tonight.

- Stay out of trouble.

- You too, Tommy.

- Use a condom.

- Not a chance.

Good to go, sweetheart.

I guess I'll see you around then.

- Yeah.

- All right, yeah.

- Take care of yourself.

- You too, man.

Hey, maybe I'll see you tonight, huh?

Sounds good.

- What's up, penis?

- What's up, dude?

- Travis!

- Oh my God, you a**hole.

Would you quit doin' that,

you douchebag?

- Let's play stickball.

- No.

- How's it going?

- Oh, shitty.

Hey there, my little beauty queen.

Get over here, you.

I'm gonna have you stay with Rhonda

for a little bit, okay?

Why can't I go with you?

Honey, this is one of those times

when your daddy can't take you with him.

Now you're gonna

stay here with me, okay?

- Okay.

- Great. All right, baby.

I'll see you in a little bit, all right?

Okay.

You wanna help me

sharpen some pencils?

- Yeah!

- All right.

You're on the clock now.

Get them good and sharp.

- Yah!

- What are you watching?

I can't believe what they get away with

on television these days.

Yeah, well, don't watch it then.

lt worries me, John.

I mean, aren't you

the least bit concerned?

Phyllis, what do you want me

to do about it?

Excuse me.

You can't handle this.

You can't handle it.

You're gonna be on

one of these magazines--

Mom!

Relax, Leslie.

I've seen your tally-whacker before.

Don't call me Leslie.

I hate it.

I'm doing the laundry.

I need that too.

I'll bring it down to you.

Mom...

I really don't like

your attitude, Leslie.

The more you hang around

your brother's friends,

the more disrespectful you are

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