The Blob

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That's a first down. Husky ball at the 35-yard line.

Hut!

Touchdown! Paul Taylor. 17-yard pass from Terry Stokes.

Paul, look at her, man. Look at her! I think she wants your body.

You got to ask her out, Paul.

Isn't she dating Pulver?

Yeah, but that's going nowhere. Take a shot, for Christ's sake.

Hey, I'm going to ask her out.

Bullshit!

When, when, when?

When the time is right. Yeah, right.

Timing's everything.

Hit him! Hit him!

Yeah! All right!

Wildcat fumble.

Husky ball. First and ten.

7-yard pass complete to Paul Taylor.

Meg, you have any plans this evening?

Go!

Go!

Go!

Looks like the game put you out of business.

Don't worry. When they're through screaming...

...they'll be in here like a flood.

More iced tea?

Please.

It's good that this town's got up on its hindlegs about something.

It takes people's minds off their troubles.

It's been a lean year for most folk.

The ski season is about to start. There will be tourists.

You know, there's a new band out at the Tin Palace tonight.

Is that right?

Supposed to be pretty good.

That's nice.

You like country music?

Herb, are you asking me out?

Yeah, well, I guess I am.

I don't know.

I'm kind of stuck here.

You know, I've got to earn a living.

Yeah, it must be tough trying to get away.

Shoot!

George, here they come.

Is that my check?

If you do get any free time to yourself...

...that's my number there down at the station.

Okay.

Okay. One at a time.

Flagg. Congratulations.

For what?

I hear you have a birthday coming up.

No more juvie hall, right?

Yeah, right.

You mess up now and you're in the majors.

I'll see you around, Flagg.

Moss, what's happening?

You look like hell.

It's a fashion statement, man.

The only statement those clothes have got to make is, "I look like hell."

My bike's broken down at Elkin's Grove. I was thinking...

...maybe I could borrow your ratchet set?

The Summit's got me overhauling six damn Skidoos, three Cats...

...and two flatbed snowmakers, by Monday.

What's the hurry? It must be 70 degrees out there.

It's Indian summer, boy.

Very soon winter will be tear-arseing through this town...

...with no apologies.

Come on. It barely pissed snow the last couple of years.

This whole town's ready to fold.

This year's going to be different.

Is that right?

Take my word.

You'll wish your piece of sh*t excuse for a motorcycle...

...was one of these sweet little rigs.

So how about the ratchet?

All right. Maybe I'll put in a couple of hours over the weekend.

Maybe that'll lighten things up a bit.

There are twelve sockets in that set.

Twelve.

They better all be there when I get it back.

You got it, buddy. You got it.

Thanks a lot, Moss.

I owe you one.

You owe me too damn many.

Holy cow!

Lend me $5 just until tomorrow, okay?

What for?

You know, you're not the only one with a date tonight.

I'm going to score with Vicki tonight. I want to invest in some protection.

Let's go. It's closing time.

All right, here.

Make it quick.

Look, pal. Give me a pack of Trojans, and a Binaca spray.

Scott Jeskey.

Reverend.

Good game today.

Thanks. Thanks, Reverend.

How are you?

The hay fever's acting up a little bit, but I'll live.

Haven't seen you at the Sunday services lately.

You want the ribbed, or the regular?

Ribbed, I guess.

They're not for me, you know.

They're for my friend.

There's this sort of naive girl that he's planning on...

Well, you know.

I insisted that he take precautions.

Why doesn't he pay for them?

I had to drag him down here as it is. The guy is totally irresponsible.

Come on, Scott. What's the hold up?

I can't keep this girl waiting.

The boy doesn't need condoms. He needs a muzzle.

Kevin! Don't eat with your face.

Mum, we're in a hurry. We're going bowling with Anthony.

And then to the movies.

What movie?

Garden Tool Massacre. It's your basic slice-and-dice.

Your basic what?

This guy in a hockey mask, he chops up a few teenagers.

But don't worry, there's no sex or anything bad.

They won't let you kids into a movie like that.

No problem. My brother's an usher.

No. Absolutely not.

Mum, come on!

Kevin! I will not have you seeing that kind of trash, and that's final.

Do you understand?

Yes, ma'am.

Mum, have you seen my pink sweater?

It's on the hamper, honey.

I meant to talk to you about that.

Why did you do that? What did I do?

We had a little accident.

What happened?

It got mixed up in the wash.

Interesting look.

Why don't you wear my cashmere sweater?

Are you serious? Sure.

Oh, my God! That's him.

What do you want?

Hi. I'm here to see Meg.

What for?

Just to see her. ls she home? Just a minute.

I'm terribly sorry.

You must be Paul. I'm Meg's mother.

Nice to meet you, ma'am.

Come on in. Meg will be right down.

Where are you going?

I'm sleeping over at Eddie's, remember? Right.

But you're not going anywhere without your jacket.

Mum, it's boiling out.

It's October. It's night-time. You're wearing your jacket.

Stupid coat. No, here, let me.

Bye, honey. Enjoy yourself.

Bye, Mum.

Bye, Eddie.

Oh, yeah.

Won't you sit down?

Excuse me.

Hi, Paul.

Are you surviving my family so far?

Yeah. You look great. Thank you.

You want to go?

I just want you to meet my dad. It'll just take a second.

Sure.

Daddy, I'd like you to meet my friend, Paul.

Ribbed.

Hey!

I'm really sorry about my dad. I've never seen him like that before.

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