Warrior Road Page #6

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LIKE LANTERNS ON A FOGGY SHORE

LIT FOR THE LOST FISHERMAN.

FIX ME.

[TRUMPET MUSIC CONTINUES]

YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, I DO. DUDE,

THERE'S NO SHAKING THE HABIT.

WHATEVER.

OH, ARE YOU...

- CUTE.

- OH, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

- WHOA.

- WHAT?

WATCH IT, PUNK.

SORRY.

YEAH, YOU'RE DAMN STRAIGH YOU'RE SORRY.

I OUGHTA BEAT YOUR ASS.

LITTLE F*GGOT.

[BOY LAUGHING]

SAVE ME A SEA ON THE CAROUSEL

PLAY ME AN OLD SONG

THAT WE LOVE SO WELL

WE'LL KEEP ON RIDING

AROUND AND AROUND

LIVING OUR LIFE'S

UPS AND DOWNS:

ALL OF THE CHANGES

LIFE PUTS US THROUGH

DAMNED IF WE DON'T

DAMNED IF WE DO:

BUT I REMAIN HOPEFUL

AND EACH NIGHT I PRAY

THE GOOD LORD:

WILL FIND A WAY:

LOOK AT YA, A COUPLE

OF SORRY SONS OF B*TCHES.

[ALAN BABBLING]

DUDE, GET OUTTA MY FACE.

LET'S GO.

[HOWARD]

WHERE WE GOING?

[ALAN]

IT'S GONNA RAIN.

[HOWARD, IMITATING]

IT'S GONNA RAIN.

F***IN' WEATHER MAN

OVER THERE.

[HOWARD SIGHING]

KEEPIN' DRY?

MY WHISTLE:

SURE AS HELL IS.

WHAT CAN I GET Y'ALL?

THREE SHOTS OF BOURBON.

[THUNDER ROLLING]

[LIGHTNING CRASHING]

Y'ALL GET YOURSELF ONE, TOO.

I CAN DO THAT.

TO THE BARKEEP.

WHOO!

LET'S DO THIS!

- Y'ALL SET?

- THINK SO.

KEEP 'EM COMING.

OH, MR. BOLGER STRAPS

A GUN AND HOLSTER

SHININ' SILVER SHOOTER

CAUSE HE DON' PLAY GAMES

WITH HIS PLAY-DOH

PINK NOSE:

AND HIS STRAW:

WOVEN CLOTHES:

ALL THE NEIGHBORS,

WELL THEY KNOW:

HE AIN'T GOT NO BRAIN

OH, MR. BOLGER STRAP

A GUN AND HOLSTER

SHININ' SILVER SHOOTER

OH, HEY...

WHERE THE HELL:

ARE YOU GOING?

I GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE.

UH-UH, WE, UH... WE HAVE

TO FINISH THIS WHISKEY.

UH-UH.

I CAN'T DRINK THAT.

YEAH, YOU CAN.

I DON'T WANT IT.

AW, JOSEPH,

QUIT BEING A P*SSY.

YOU'RE AN A**HOLE.

I'M THE A**HOLE, HMM?

THAT'S RICH.

YOU'RE A STRANGE LITTLE B*TCH

NEVER TALKS TO NOBODY.

I NEVER SEEN YOU

WITH A CHICK,

NEVER SEEN YOU:

WITH ANYBODY.

YOU'RE JUST LUCKY HOWARD AND I

LET YOU HANG OUT WITH US.

F*** YOU!

I'M NOTHING.

YOU DONE?

WAS THAT SO BAD, HUH?

[NO AUDIO]

WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?

SAME PLACE YOU GOIN'.

THIS IS ALL A GIFT,

A GUIDE TO YOUR TRUTH,

AS REAL AS THIS HERE

SAND AND SEA.

WHAT IS?

MY STORY.

THE ONE YOU SEEK.

[ALAN SIGHING]

HEY, MAN.

YOU ALL RIGHT?

YEAH.

[GROANING]

I'M FINE.

WHERE'S J?

HUH.

NO IDEA.

HEY, MAN, YOU WANNA

GET OUTTA HERE?

WE NEED SOME WOMEN.

GOOD LUCK.

YOU LOOK LIKE SH*T.

[CHUCKLING]

I STILL GET MORE ASS

THAN AN ASHTRAY.

YEAH, RIGHT.

HEY.

HEY.

SUMMER DAYS WERE JUS A MAGAZINE

- HOW'S IT GOIN'?

- GOOD.

HOW ARE YOU?

CUTTING GRASS:

FOR GASOLINE:

I'M FINE.

STAY CLEAR.

SHE SWOONED:

FOR THE MOON.

ALWAYS BE HERE.

WHAT WAS THAT?

JUST SOMETHING I WROTE.

"SWOONED FOR THE MOON."

YOU'RE SWEET.

I DON'T NEED

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