The Girl Who Invented Kissing Page #4

that's a bad thing,

'cause it's not.

It's a good thing.

It's not?

Only the mediocre are

always at their best...

and I can tell already,

that ain't us.

[STEREO PLAYING]

["BLUE EYES CRYING

IN THE RAIN" PLAYING]

JIMMY:
Vic!

Victor!

Hey, where the hell

were you today?

Didn't I ask you

not to disappear?

I needed your help today?

I was here.

No, no you weren't here.

I called the house six times!

I got a f***ing hernia moving

kegs around all day by myself.

I guess I forgot.

Don't give me you forgot,

because that's bullshit.

Get it outta your head that

I'm just gonna keep taking care

of you for the rest

of your life, because I'm not.

Learn to pull your

own goddamn weight,

and will you turn this sh*t off

for Christ's sakes?

- [DISC SCRATCHING]

- Hey!

JIMMY:
Can't you listen

to something else?

That's all I ever hear.

Hank Snow, Hank Snow!

Who the hell listens

to Hank Snow anyway, you,

- that's who!

- Hank Snow is a legend.

That's Songs of Tragedy.

Oh gee, Songs of Tragedy,

how uplifting.

He's got a f***ing

noose on his album cover!

It's dreary, hillbilly sh*t.

And since when do you

not make your bed?

You're an adult.

You have responsibility.

Sorry, I didn't do it

on purpose.

All right.

Just finish up whatever this is,

and then help me

downstairs with dinner.

I'm going out tonight.

Hey, Jimmy.

You didn't really get

a hernia today, did you?

No...

but I could've.

'Cause I was gonna say,

if you really did get a hernia,

I'm sure Patti could

take care of you.

Patti?

What the hell does that mean?

Who told you that?

Listen,

you don't go saying sh*t,

making up stories,

you understand?

Her and I are good friends,

that's it.

Yeah, but...

No, no, no but.

God forbid somebody hears you,

and get the wrong impression.

I can get in a lot of trouble.

Patti, she's a married woman.

You understand?

Yeah, Jimmy.

But alls I was saying

is that Patti's a nurse.

She could help you.

Oh.

FREDDY:

Where you going big boy?

Hey!

Where you going?

Hey!

Don't come near me!

I'll f***in' jump!

If I could only be so lucky.

One less scumbag off

the f***ing streets.

[RADIO CHATTER]

Come here.

FREDDY:

You dumb motherf***er,

you should've jumped.

Do not f*** with me!

I'll push you!

[SIRENS WAILING]

Cuff him!

- SUSPECT:
I want a lawyer.

- [GROANING]

- ROBERTA:
More tea?

- Hmm.

There you go. Thanks.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

ROBERTA:
Hey, handsome.

How ya doin'?

ROBERTA:
You're late tonight,

baby, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Guy steals a car in Belleville

and had to chase him

all the way to Franklin.

Can't f***ing run

like I used to, Roberta,

I'm telling ya'. Smoked.

Franklin, they just paved that.

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