The Girl Who Invented Kissing Page #5

Must be nice, right?

Yeah, it's beautiful.

[CHUCKLES]

- ROBERTA:
Where's your partner?

- FREDDY:
Jerking off.

[ROBERTA SCOFFS]

NOLAN:

Come on, it's freezing.

FREDDY:
Yeah, I know,

bad guys are still out there.

- ROBERTA:
Um,

- FREDDY:
Yeah?

When I get off at one,

I could use a ride home.

FREDDY:
All right, I'll see

what I can do, all right?

["EVERYBODY ALWAYS LEAVES"

PLAYING]

Sometimes

I can't remember nothing

Sometimes

It shadows everything

Some Sundays

It's as loud as thunder

In the morning when

The telephone rings

Clearer days in

Some distant forecast

Dark days in this

Present past

In the blur of some

Phantom widescreen

I'll let go of what

I never had

Sometimes

I can't remember nothing

Sometimes

It shadows everything

Some Sundays it's as loud

As thunder

In the morning when

The telephone rings

Un-f***in-believable!

Awesome.

And what's with you?

- Huh?

- What?

I thought you said

you didn't know her.

I've seen her around.

Oh, you seen her around?

Is that how all the uh,

the "hello Victor"

business happened?

Look at you,

got your nice shirt on,

you smell like a barbershop.

Starting to think,

maybe Vic's got a girlfriend

he's been keeping from us.

What?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Yeah?

Didn't I just talk to you

yesterday,

about doing that sh*t

in my bathroom?

Doing what?

What you were doing.

Peeing?

No, not peeing!

You know what I'm talking about!

Smoking weed in my bathroom!

I wasn't smoking weed.

- Yes, you were...

- No, I wasn't.

- Yes, you were...

- No, I wasn't!

Do you think

I'm a f***ing idiot?

Honestly, you think I'm stupid?

We all imagined the smell

of marijuana billowing out

of the bathroom door,

not two feet away from the bar?

Is that

what you're gonna tell me?

Huh?

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

Just do me a favor.

If you're gonna

smoke that stuff,

smoke outside, not in here.

- I got it.

- JIMMY:
Yeah?

- Yeah.

- You're clear?

Clear.

[SIGHING]

Can I go now?

I'm not the principal, go.

JIMMY:
What am I running

an opium den?

DONNIE:
You gotta point, Jimmy.

Cops come in here

and smell that,

you're the one

that's gonna be in trouble.

JIMMY:
Yeah, no sh*t.

Her prancing in here, doing

whatever the hell she wants

like she owns the place.

I wanna know

how this girl knows Vic.

That's a good question, Victor.

[RECORDS CLATTERING]

Hiya, Leo.

THE GIRL:
Hello.

Leo, this is my friend.

- [DOOR CLOSES]

- This is Leo, it's his store.

VICTOR:
Hey, Leo?

You get any new Hank Snow in?

Um no, Vic, I... I don't.

Okay.

When do you think, maybe soon?

You'll be the first

to know, Vic.

You give me no joy, Leo.

Who's Hank Snow?

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