The Yellow Handkerchief Page #5

Hey, pal.

Hey. You're embarrassing yourself.

I think you like her,

so it's a shame.

Yeah, right.

She's a stuck-up b*tch that thinks

she can do better than me.

Maybe she just wants

to get to know someone.

Why would you think that?

They're not afraid to see us

as we really are.

When they love,

it's personal.

Well, I'm finding something

to help soak up some of that oil.

You better be able to get me home.

I'm gonna start walking soon.

Fine. Walk.

That would never happen again.

You're right.

I wish you didn't know where I live.

I've been through you.

Now I'm clear of you.

I want that. Stay away!

May! May!

May!

So it's fixed?

Hey, can we drive now?

No, I gotta take a nap.

And the sun's gonna come up soon.

Where's Brett?

I don't know.

How's it goin', chief?

Oh, I feel much better.

We should take off.

- Hi.

- Hi.

If you wouldn't mind dropping me off

at the next town.

All right.

Why?

I wanna see what's goin' on

around here work wise.

What the hell?

You dented it.

He hit the car.

He did what now?

You woke her up.

Hit the--Where you going?

I'm not going anywhere.

Gosh dang it. Come here.

Put her back in the van.

Come here.

Come here, brother,

look at that.

Friggin' dent in the side.

- What's the deal, man?

- It's a ding, man.

What the heck did you say?

We're selling it.

We're gonna have

to replace the door.

- Come on. Yeah, right.

- It's a ding.

What did you say, b*tch?

- Come on, man.

- You going somewhere?

You like that, boy?

Come on,

it's a friggin' ding, man.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Hey. That is unnecessary.

Why don't you stay

the hell out of it, old man.

How do you know what is necessary

for us to get through this day?

We live in this car!

We live here!

Piece of sh*t.

Don't you frickin' judge us.

That is not what I'm doing.

Hit the piece of sh*t, moron.

You got it, baby.

- Oh, my God!

- I'm sorry, man!

- Let him up.

- It's a ding! I'm sorry!

Get off me!

Get off!

Get in the car, Gordy.

Get in the car, Gordy!

Here, this is for the door.

You fricking crazy-ass killer!

You frickin' killer!

That was intense.

Did you used to fight or something?

I should call my dad.

He could be worried.

Well, nobody

will be checking up on me.

They gave me a frickin' parade

when I left.

There were, like, people lining up.

Dogs lining up.

See ya!

Hope we don't!

No, they probably--You know, they

probably sent him, that guy back there.

They probably sent him

to come and get me.

Well, why'd you have to leave?

What did you do?

I never did anything

to anybody. I...

I made people uncomfortable,

but that's all.

Why do you think you made them

uncomfortable?

I don't know!

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