Some Kind Of Wonderful Page #4

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I'm petrified.

Really.

Don't worry. Everything's gonna be fine.|I've done this before.

There's Amanda.

Hi.

- Hardy, I've had about enough of this.|- What? What?

If you were more of a person, you might|be enough for two girls, but you're not.

Yeah? Well, this jealousy crap|is really getting a bit tedious.

Yeah, well, you won't|have to deal with it anymore.

- What does that mean?|- Get out of my way.

No, no, not until|we straighten this out.

It's not gonna|work anymore, Hardy.

Yeah?

You walk out on me,|where you gonna go?

You got a minute?

- What do you want?|- Well...

I wanted to know if|maybe you wanted to go out...

with me.

But if it's too difficult a time,|then I understand.

So you're asking me out|on a date?

- Bye.|- Bye!

- So, what did he want?|- He asked me out.

- What did you say?|- I said yes.

She's just mad.

Why are you smiling?

I wasn't aware that I was smiling,|but if it bothers you I can stop.

It's just that you haven't smiled much|lately. I was curious about the change.

Well, I haven't had that much|to smile about, Clifford.

- You have a beautiful smile, young man.|- Thank you, Carol.

She's Mom. I'm Dad.

And you're nuts.

This is not true.|It can't be.

This has got to be the most|hilarious rumor ever floated.

- Right?|- What are you talking about?

Last night I hear everybody talking|about how Keith has asked this girl out.

- No way.|- Check it out.

This girl is popular,|she's beautiful...

and obviously in the middle|of some emotional shootout...

to consent to date|the human tater tot.

What did you do to her, Keith?|Threaten her life?

I just asked her out.

Well, her boyfriend's a man,|for Christ's sake.

Hey, hey, hey.

He's extensively easy on the eyes,|he's a total buck, and you're...

you're... Keith.

Is she nice?

Mother, the girl is sex.

For God's sake, I'm eating!

Glad you got time|to think about the girls.

Between the girls and your art kick,|you have no time for anything important.

You'll be dead and buried before you get|off your butt and apply to a college.

Ease up, Dad.|Any fool can get into a college.

Only a precious few|may say the same about Amanda Jones.

Am I wrong?

- Mom, what kind of milk is this?|- If you don't like milk, drink juice.

It's none of your business.

What, Keith?|What did you say?

That's what my girlfriend|would look like without skin.

And while we're on the topic of|the double-breasted party machine...

congratulations|on your latest coup, yeah.

You know about Amanda Jones?|How?

You think I live here?|I have a personal life too, man.

How did you swing that one?

I don't know, Duncan.

I asked her out, she said yes,|we're gonna...

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