Stand by Me Page #3

- Stop it! Cut it out!|- Take it back, kid.

You big... Okay, I take it back.

There.

Now I feel a whole lot better about this.

How about you?

Good.

See you later girls.

Let's just forget them.

What do we need a pistol for anyway?

It's spooky sleeping out at night|in the woods. You might see a bear.

Or a garbage can.

I brought a comb.

What do we need a comb for?

If we get on TV|we want to look good, don't we?

- That's a lot of thinking, Vern.|- Thanks.

Two for flinching.

How far do you think it's gonna be?

If we follow the tracks all the way|into Harlow, it should be about 20 miles.

Sound about right to you?

It might even be 30.

Maybe we should just hitchhike.

- No way, that sucks.|- Why not?

We could go out to Route 7|to the Shiloh church...

...then down the Back Harlow Road.|We'll be there by sundown.

That's p*ssy.

It's a long way.

Did your mother ever have any kids|that lived?

What do you mean?

We have to fill up at the junkyard.|My dad said it was a safe well.

- Not if Chopper's there.|- If he's there we'll send you in.

Very funny.

I'm kind of hungry. Who's got the food?

Did anybody bring anything?

Not me.

This is great. What are we supposed|to do? Eat our feet?

You mean,|you didn't bring anything, either?

This wasn't my idea. It was Vern's.|Why didn't you bring something?

I have to think of everything?|I brought the comb.

What do you need a comb for?|You don't have any hair.

I brought it for you guys,|so you'd have a comb.

Let's see how much money we've got?

I got $1.02.

And 68 cents from Chris.

I haven't found my pennies yet.

$2.37 cents, not bad.

Quidaciolu's is at the end of the road|by the junkyard.

I think we can get some stuff there.

Train coming.

Geronimo!

Come on, Teddy.

I'm gonna dodge it.

Get off the tracks. You're crazy.

Train dodge. Dig it?

Get the hell off the tracks.|You want to get yourself killed?

Just like the beach at Normandy.

Don't tell me what to do or I'll kill you.

I'm trying to save your life.

You want to kill yourself?

Is that what you want, goddamn it?

You tried to kill yourself.

I don't need no babysitter.

You do, too.

Skin it.

I could have dodged it.

Listen, you can dodge it on the way back.

Peace.

Skin it.

About this time, Charlie and Billy|were playing mailbox baseball...

... with Ace and Eyeball.

Sh*t on that. Goddamn it!

Shouldn't have gone for a wooden one.

Why don't you tell me something|I don't know, a**hole?

Billy, you're up.

You guys win.|I don't want to play no more.

You can't quit.

We only played three innings.|That'd be a non-official game.

Ace, me and...

What's with you homos?|You've been acting psycho all day.

What is it?

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