I was just gonna keep it
for a little while. You’re an ogre, like my father. He won’t let me stay out late,
or play records, or anything. Your fatherwon’t let you
stay out late? No, he’s terrible. Once I was out late at a party.
He called the cops. Can you imagine?
He had the whole police force there. By the way,
where is it that you live, Carol? Over on Ramona. Why? Oh, no! You thought I’d tell you
where I live? Not me. Not old Carol.
The night is young. And I’m not hittin’ the rack
till I get a little action. What do you keep lookin’ at? Who’s that? You know him? – He’s followin’ awful close.
– Grab on to something. Hey, man, I’m sorry
if I scared ya. You’d have to do a hell of a lot
more than that to scare me. I been lookin’ all over for ya.
Didn’t nobody tell you? I can’t keep track of all you punks
runnin’ around here backwards. You’re supposed to be
the fastest thing in the valley. But that can’t be your car.
It must be your mama’s car. I’m sort of embarrassed
to be this close to you. I’m not surprised,
drivin’ a field car. Field car?
What’s a field car? A field car runs through the fields,
drops cow shit all over the place. That’s pretty good. I like the color of your car, man.
What’s that supposed to be? A cross between piss yellow
and puke green, ain’t it? You call that a paint job,
but it’s pretty ugly. I’ll bet you gotta sneak up on the pumps
just to get a little air in your tires. At least I don’t have to pull over
to the side just to let a funeral go by. Funny. You know what? Your car’s uglier than I am! That didn’t come out right. Come on, boy.
Let’s go. Prove it. Why don’t you go out and try
to win yourself a few races? Then you come on back
and I’ll show you a few things. Race him. You can beat him. That’s a tough-lookin’ girl
you got with you, man. Tryin’ to pick up
a few extra bucks baby-sittin’? Doll, come and ride with me–
in about ten years! Leave her out of this.
This is between you and me. He’s really fast, isn’t he? Yeah, but he’s stupid.