Stand by Me Page #5

Remember Clint Bracken and those guys|got wiped out on Weed Hill in Durham?

He said they flipped for beers|and they came up with a goocher...

...just before they got in the car.

And, bang! They all got totalled.

I don't like this. Sincerely.

Nobody believes that crap|about moons and goochers.

It's baby stuff. Now come on, flip again.

Are you going to flip or not?

We don't have all day.

You lose, Gordie.

Gordie loses.

Old Gordie just screwed the pooch.

Does the word "retarded"|mean anything to you?

Go get the provisions, you morphadite.

Don't call me any|of your mother's pet names.

What a wet end you are, Lachance.

Shut up.

I don't shut up, I grow up.|And when I look at you, I throw up.

Then your mother goes around the corner|and she licks it up.

Finding new and disgusting ways|to degrade a friend's mother...

... was always held as high regard.

Ain't you Denny Lachance's brother?

Yes, sir.

Shame what happened to him.

The Bible says,|"In the midst of life we are in death."

Did you know that?

I lost a brother in Korea.

You look like your brother Denny.

People ever tell you that?

Sometimes.

I remember the year|he was All-Conference.

Quarterback, he played.

Boy, could he throw.

Father God and Sonny Jesus.

Could be some scouts|at the game tomorrow.

- I don't know, Pop.|- Dad, could I have the potatoes?

- That's what I hear, Son.|- Are you going to see Jane after the game?

I think she's a lovely girl.

- Dad, may I please have the potatoes?|- Dorothy, don't talk to the boy about girls.

He shouldn't be thinking about girls.|This is the biggest game of his life.

- Dennis, when you're there tomorrow...|- Did you read the story Gordie wrote?

Gordie wrote a story.

- It was really good.|- What did you write, sweetheart?

That's what I'm talking about.|Football takes concentration.

You start in on the girls|and his mind's all over the place.

I really liked it.

I thought it was great.

You play football?

Do you play football?

No.

What do you do?

I don't know.

Your brother, Denny,|sure could play football.

There you go, kid. $1.50 of hamburger.

You, kid! What are you doing there!|Come over here!

You, come back here, goddamn it!|I'll sic my dog on you.

Run!

Chopper, sic him! Sic him, boy!

Now he said:
"Sic him, boy."

But what I heard was: "Chopper, sic balls."

That's Chopper?

Chopper was my first lesson in the vast|difference between myth and reality.

Come on, Choppie. Kiss my ass, Choppie.

Come on, bite sh*t.

Sic balls, Choppie.

You kids stop teasing that dog!|You hear me? Stop teasing him!

Sonny, I'm gonna beat your ass,|teasing my dog like that!

Let's see you climb over this fence|and get me, fat ass!

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