That Thing You Do! Page #5

somethin' slow anyway.

No, we don't.

- I've been workin' on a ballad.

- Oh.

- It's called, "All My Only Dreams."

- It's about me.

I've dragged you into hell.

I'm sorry.

[Slow Rock]

[Airplane]

[Whistles]

Thank you.

Table 19,

your pizza's ready.

[Rim Shot]

Hey, when are you gonna play

That Thing You Do?

That's what we

wanna hear!

Uh, has our fame

preceded us?

Hey, we came here

to meet girls and dance,

and we can't meet girls

until we dance!

All right, this is an opportune time

to pick it up a little.

All right, here's one

for the kid in the back.

Let's dance!

[Pop]

Hey, let's dance.

Let it burn.

Let her burn.

Let her burn all night.

Bring me out here in the doggone

middle of the night

to turn off the light.

Can't he ever

get anything right?

"Oh, no. No, Dad,

I'll-I'll be sure to turn the lights off."

Hell, he couldn't

turn a light off at the house.

Why would he ever

turn one off down here at the store?

[Airplane]

Know what that is?

Presidential

flash cards?

A bonus.

Do you know why?

I have no idea.

To entice you back.

The word is out

on you O-neders.

Hey,

that's O-nedders.

The door went up

on your second set tonight.

People were callin' their friends

to come down to Villapiano's.

Yeah?

I'm gonna make

a fortune off you.

I tell you-Hey, don't even bother

with the fake I.D.s.

Villapiano's is closed.

Lance! Lance.

Like, so whatever

happened to Tina?

Um, she had

to help her mom

with a Tupperware party,

making food.

Well, she better get herself

down here next time,

'cause all the girls

were talking about you guys

in the bathroom.

Yeah?

I almost slugged some girl

called Chrissy.

- Chrissy Thompkins?

- Short brown hair.

Wait. What did I miss?

Who is she?

Oh, gray polka-dot dress,

nursing a beer,

over by the photo-booth.

Stayed for both sets.

Wait. Where was I?

Oh, playing songs

on my guitar.

Here you go, kids.

On the house.

She had her eye

on my Jimmy.

Hey, three stooges,

come on, out.

She had some fine things to say

about our drummer as well, though.

- Get out. What'd she say?

- I don't know.

Hey, guys. I don't

mean to interrupt.

I just wanna say that,

uh, love your song, love that music.

I wanna know where I can

get the record.

- Outside.

- Hey, pops!

Pops? I'll give you a pop.

Hey, wasn't

that our fan?

Hey, what do you guys

think about that?

Faye:
What?

Maybe we should

make a record.

Like, actually

make a record.

A record-record

record?

Yeah,

that's what I mean.

Not one

that we'd play.

Yeah, I mean, we could, like,

sell copies of them right here

for a buck apiece.

There's a sound booth

at Tele-Mart that we could use.

No, that's for,

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