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Holy shit!

Come on, Arnie.

He's coming! He's changing his shirt.

That's noise pollution, what you're doing.

You might as well be dumping toxic waste on our lawn.

Hey, Dennis. I'll be right there.

Just leave it. It's okay.

Go on, it's okay.

Arnie! Your lunch.

- Keep it cold, there's yogurt in there. - Right.

Slow down!

- You guys having a war? - She's pissed...

...l'm taking Shop, like it embarrasses her. My dad too.

It won't embarrass them when their Volvo breaks down, you fix it for free.

- What? - We were playing Scrabble.

It was between me and her. We blew my dad away early.

At the end, I had this choice of putting down "ratio"...

...for like five lousy points, or...

- Or what, Arnie? -"Fellatio."

- For 24 points and the game. - What'd she do?

She wouldn't let me. She won by seven. She said obscenity's not allowed.

- I looked it up, and it's in the dictionary. - You jerk, Arnie.

Jesus.

You know, Arnie, I was thinking...

No, seriously.

Now that we're gonna be seniors, I figured it's about time...

...that we got you laid, you know, like this year.

You need a girl to get laid.

What about Gail Justin, huh?

Oh, Gail "Just In Case"? I don't like her mustache.

Fuck you. What do you care if you get a little hair in your mouth, huh?

Okay.

- How about Sally Hayes? She's cute. - She's a sophomore.

So what? She's a walking sperm bank, Arnie. I know. Come on.

I don't think I have the minimum deposit to open an account.

Are you kidding? You carry your life savings between your legs.

Come on, Arnie.

I think maybe I'll just beat off.

Guilder, you playing football this year?

Yeah. Somebody's gotta pick it up when you fumble.

- Hey, Terry. - How's your gimpy knee?

- Better. Coach wants me to practice. -lt's about time.

I've been eating dirt with your name on it for the past three weeks.

Hi, Dennis.

Oh, hey, Roseanne. How you doing?

I'm okay. They gonna let you play football this year?

Yeah. Doc says I'm as good as new.

Then I guess I'll be seeing you out there.

I hope so.

Well, TTFN.

Yeah, ta-ta for now.

I wouldn't put that in my mouth. Don't know where it's been.

- Get out of here. - We know where it hasn't been.

Hasn't been with you, huh?

- Having trouble with your locker? - No.

- Did you see the new girl? - I just got here.

I'm in love. She's perfect.

- You know how fussy I am. - I never noticed you were fussy.

- Drop dead, Cunningham. - What's her name?

I don't know. She's in the office. She looks smart.

But she's got the body of a slut.

Oh, shit.

- Here she comes. - I think you'll like it here, Leigh.

Give me something for my lap.

We have a good marching band. Went to the Rose Parade last year.

Not a bad way to meet boys.

I'd like to get involved with the yearbook.

We have a terrific yearbook staff. It won a prize last year.

So, what do you think about admitting Red China into the U.N.?

- I think we already did that. - Yeah...

...but do you think it was a good idea?

She smiled at me.

I wanna have deep, meaningful sex with her.

- Go get her, Bemis. - Think I should?

Yeah. You've got nothing to lose but your virginity.

Dennis, can you give me a hand with this? I can't--

Yeah.

He doesn't have a chance.

I don't think so either. She's much too classy for him.

- There you go. - What did you do?

Lucky. See you at lunch.

Okay.

Hey, Charlie, have you seen Arnie?

- Yeah, he's still in the shop. - What's the matter?

- Buddy Repperton has his lunch. - Buddy Repperton.

Hi, Dennis.

- Come on, pizza-face. - Look at him.

Come on, pizza-face.

You want it? Come get it!

If it's yours, why doesn't it have your name on here anywhere?

Arnie "Cunt-ingham."

- Why doesn't it say "Cunt-ingham"? - Just take it, Arnie, and let's go eat.

Yeah, that's all you gotta do. Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

That's funny, Buddy. Real funny.

Go get Mr. Casey.

You wanna go for it?

- Put the knife down and I will. - Put down the knife.

You wanna make me?

You got a knife, and he doesn't. That makes you a chickenshit.

- Yeah, that's chickenshit. - Oh, yeah?

- Put it down, Buddy. - Yeah, put down the knife.

Just put down the knife, okay?

Just put it down.

Boy took a feather on that one.

- Come on! Come on! - Get it, man! Get it, man!

Come on, Buddy, stick him. Stick him, Buddy.

How do you like that, dick-face?

All right, break it up! Break it up right now.

You kids, take a walk. Take a walk. Get lost. Not you, Moochie.

- I ain't been doing nothing. - You all right, Dennis?

Yeah, I'm okay. I'm okay.

Real cute, huh? Three on one.

- They started it. - Yeah.

- That's not true. - Shut up, cunt-face!

Hey, you wanna shut your mouth?

I don't have to listen to garbage like that coming from you!

What were you saying?

Reppert0n's got a knife.

You fucking liar.

It's a switchblade.

That's bullshit, Mr. Casey. He's lying. I swear to God.

Cunningham...

...did Repperton here pull a knife on you?

Yeah.

Empty your pockets, Buddy.

Fuck I will. You can't make me.

If you mean I don't have the authority, you're wrong. If you mean--

Try it, you little bald fuck, and I'll knock you through the wall. Fuck!

You two go up to the office. Stay there.

Don't go anywhere else, you got enough trouble without that.

Now, if you don't empty your pockets right now, I'm gonna call the cops.

Go to the office, Buddy.

I'll fix you!

You're gonna wish you were never fucking born!

So, all in all, it wasn't a bad first day.

Yeah.

- Think Repperton will try to get even? - No, he's a douche bag.

He'll find somebody else to pick on.

- They kicked him out, you know. - Good.

They kick Moochie out?

Probation.

Those assholes.

Stop the car, Dennis. Quick. Go back!

- What's the matter? - I wanna look at her.

- All right. Calm down. - Just go back.

Jesus Christ.

What is it, huh?

Do you know someone who lives here?

What?

Jesus.

Hey, careful, Dennis.

This is a piece of shit.

Well, she could be fixed up. She could.

- Yeah. - She could be really tough.

Forget it, Arnie. This baby's got 93,000 miles on it.

Probably 193.

I don't care.

I bet it won't even start.

She'll start.

You need these.

How much do you want for her? I mean, whatever it is, it's not enough.

Jesus, Arnie.

Sonny, you ever owned a car before?

- Yeah, he owns a Mustang-- - No, I just got my license.

Name's George LeBay.

Arnie Cunningham. What are you asking?

Start her up.

Really?

Jesus.

Her name's Christine.

I like that.

Come on, we gotta get going.

My asshole brother bought her back in September '57.

That's when you got your new model year, in September.

Brand-new, she was.

She had the smell of a brand-new car.

That's just about the finest smell in the world. Except, maybe, for pussy.

When he got her, she had six miles on the odometer.

Goddamn Roland went through hell and back with Christine.

If your brother loves this car so much, why is he selling it?

He's stone-cold dead, that's why.

Died six weeks ago.

So, Mr. LeBay...

...how much do you want for her?

I've been asking 300.

I'll make it 250 for you.

Two-fifty? Arnie, this thing isn't worth 50 bucks.

The money's not important. And no bringing her back here.

I'm selling this shithole and buying me a condo.

You got a deal.

I'll get the pink slip.

Arnie, will you stop and think about this for a moment?

- Where you getting the money? -l've been saving.

For college.

- Easy for you to say. You have a car. - He's screwing you.

You could get a decent car for that money.

Oh, Christine is decent.

The guy's weird, Arnie.

He's fucking weird.

- So that was 300? - Yeah, that's it.

- You said 250. - Two-fifty would do it.

If this is such a good idea, let's just come back tomorrow.

Do you realize she's 20 years old? That makes her officially an antique.

Great. Great, Arnie, Darnell's junkyard is full of official antiques.

Look, I'm buying her. I don't care what you say.

Hey, your funeral, man.

Hey. Look, mister, would you give Arnie a break?

He's a stupid kid. He doesn't know what he's doing.

You don't know half as much as you think you do.

Shitter.

You did what?

You did what?

She's outside.

Well, you're kidding, right?

You can't buy a car. What are you talking about?

You're 17 years old.

Oh, boy.

Well, actually, you're wrong. I couldn't finance it...

...but buying it for cash is no problem at all.

Registering a car at 17 is something else again.

For that, I need your permission.

Arnie, you know how we do things.

You could've consulted with us.

I've consulted with you about everything I've ever done.

Everything here is a committee meeting, and I get outvoted 2-to-1.

This is no meeting. I bought it, that's it.

It most certainly is not it.

And how could you have let him do this?

I didn't let him. He wanted the car, and he bought it.

I tried to talk him out of it, in fact.

I doubt that you tried very hard.

- Yeah, well, I'm going home. - I think you should.

I'm getting the fuck out of here.

- Arnie, what kind of language--? - What did you say?!

What did you say?

You wanted me in college courses, I'm there.

You wanted me in the chess club, I'm there too.

Now, I've managed 17 years without embarrassing you or landing in jail.

I'm telling you, I'm gonna have this one thing.

You are not keeping any car at this house.

Fine.

Thanks for the milk.

- What's the problem? - Could you honk your horn for me?

- Christine's doesn't seem to work. - Yeah, sure.

Thanks.

Stall 20.

Stall 20!

Get it over there and shut it off...

...before we all choke to death.

Kiddo, you sold him that, you ought to be ashamed of yourself.

I didn't sell it to him, I tried to talk him out of it.

You should've tried harder.

I knew a guy had a car like that once.

Fucking bastard killed himself in it.

He was so mean, you could've poured boiling water down his throat...

...he would've pissed ice cubes.

Okay.

That's the last time you run that in here without an exhaust hose.

I catch you doing it one time and you're out. You understand?

Yes.

I'm gonna tell you something else right now.

I don't take any shit from you kids. This place is for working stiffs.

Gotta keep their cars running to keep bread on the table.

It's not for rich-ass, snot-nosed kids who wanna go dragging.

I don't allow no smoking in here neither.

You want a butt, go out in the junkyard.

- I don't smoke. - Don't interrupt me, punk.

Don't interrupt me. Don't get smart.

- Sir? - What?

Those men are smoking.

Better tell them to stop.

You trying to help your buddy right out of here, Chuck?

No.

Then shut your piehole.

I know a creep when I see one.

I think I'm looking at one right now.

You're on probation, you get it?

Screw around one time, I don't care how much money you've paid...

...l'll throw you out on your ass. You got it?

- Yes, sir. Yes, sir. - Come on.

Good.

Now, get the hell out of here. We're closed.

Are you gonna be okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

You know, you gotta find yourself some other charity besides me and Christine.

What is it about that car, huh?

I don't know.

Maybe, for the first time in my life, I've found something that's uglier than me.

And I know I can fix her up.

You're not ugly, Arnie.

I know what I am.

Queer, maybe, but not ugly.

Fuck you.

Arnold?

Bug out, Dennis. You don't need this shit.

Where have you been?

You had us worried sick. You don't just drive off whenever you--

He's done all this shit in three weeks.

Look how cockeyed he works, Pepper.

He's got fucking brand-new windshield wipers...

...for a busted windshield.

Well, the boy does have good hands.

Good hands.

Bad taste in cars.

You know, Pepper...

...you can't polish a turd.

You know...

...when I said you could scrounge through the shitpile out back...

...l didn't mean you could build your whole fucking car with my stuff.

What do you care? I mean, you're not doing anything with it.

Hey, don't think you got the gold key to the crapper.

Nobody takes advantage of me, you understand?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

If it wasn't for me, it'd cost you a shitpile of dough to put this heap together.

I know. I know.

Look...

I know you ain't exactly got money falling out of your asshole.

If you did, you wouldn't be here.

Maybe we could work out some kind of a deal.

You...

...pick up around the place.

Do a few lubes.

Put the toilet paper on the little spools.

Shit like that.

Do that and you can--

You can raid myjunk pile for whatever you want.

I might even throw in a few bucks.

I'll have to think about it.

Well, don't think about it too long, I'll throw you out on your fucking ass.

I'll bet you a dollar she says no.

Just because she shot you down?

She says no to everybody.

Look what she's doing to that pencil.

I wish I was an eraser.

- Go on, studly, ask her out. - Mind your own business. Just read.

Yeah, come on, Guilder. Just don't tip the table over.

Okay.

Okay.

Hey, what are you reading?

History.

It's pretty boring, huh?

Yeah.

Listen, do you like music?

What about dancing?

Yes.

You think maybe, you might...?

You might wanna go out dancing with me...

...like, maybe this Friday night, after the game?

I'm sorry, I can't.

Why not?

I have a date.

Mr. Guilder, are you lost?

No, ma'am.

Why don't you return to your own seat and get back to work?

Yeah.

Arnie, stay here so we can talk this over.

This isn't a hotel you can drop in and out of whenever you feel like it.

- I don't need this. - What do you need?

- I need to leave. I'm late. - You come back here this instant! Arnie!

- Hey, Arnie. - Oh, shit.

Greetings to you too.

Hey, man, no glasses. You're looking good.

I can't make it. I meant to call you, but I forgot.

- Okay. -ls Dennis going with you?

Are you going with him?

- Am I? - No.

Gotta do an errand for Darnell.

- You need a ride? - Got his car. Thanks, though.

Look, I'm sorry about the movie, but this is work. Gotta go.

Don't worry about it.

Did you have plans with Dennis?

Arnold Cunningham, you're going to find yourself with no friends...

-...if you keep treating people this way. - Get off my back!

You're his best friend. What's going on?

I don't know. I mean, I hardly see him anymore.

Neither do we.

Yeah.

Ever since he bought that car, he's been obsessed with it.

And you know what else?

When we signed the registration papers at town hall...

...they told us...

...the man who owned that car last...

...died in it, of carbon monoxide poisoning.

Jesus.

Does Arnie know?

Arnie doesn't know anything anymore.

What the hell do you want?

I know about your brother.

I know he died, choking on exhaust fumes.

You don't know shit, kid.

My brother died because he wanted to.

He ran a rubber hose from the exhaust pipe.

Arnie would've never bought that car if he'd known somebody died in it.

Either you're dumber than you look, or you don't know your friend well.

He had the same look in his eye my brother always had.

Probably the only thing my brother ever loved in his whole rotten life was that car.

No shitter ever came between him and Christine. If they did, watch out.

His 5-year-old daughter choked to death in her. He wouldn't get rid of her.

Just rode around, the radio blaring, not a care except for Christine.

Only time I interfered with it was when Rita killed herself.

- Who's Rita? - His wife.

He didn't care a rat's ass about her. She died the same way he did.

Then I made him get rid of it...

...for decency, you know?

- The car came back three weeks later. - What do you mean, "came back"?

All right, 50 pass on go.

- Fifty pass on go. Ready? - Break!

Hey, Brian, you want me to go--? You want me to go deep or flat?

Hang out in the flat, and I'll hit you on the second shot coming around.

Hey, Trelawney...

-...is that Cunt-ingham's car? - Yep.

I know where he keeps it.

Set! Go!

Yeah, son of a bitch, yeah!

- Shit. - Yeah!

Get a stretcher! Come on.

Hey, Arnie.

Five thousand dirty limericks.

Ought to keep you busy for a while.

This is the third time I've come by.

Must be dynamite drugs, you're always asleep.

It doesn't quite kill the pain.

You know, Rockbridge hasn't won a game since you got hurt.

Guess that makes you some kind of hero, right?

They tell you that I'm not gonna be playing football again? Ever.

Doctor said that one-- One centimeter more...

...and I would've been paralyzed from the waist down.

Shitters did some job on you, huh?

So, what's this about--? About you and Leigh Cabot?

We like each other okay.

Listen to Mr. Cool.

She happens to be the most beautiful girl in the school.

Well, it's not what you think.

You know, I really respect her mind...

...and she lusts after my body. What can I say?

Fuck you.

Yeah.

I saw you guys at the football game.

How'd you ever get that car fixed up like that?

Oh, just plain, old-fashioned hard work.

I still can't keep her at home.

Mom says it makes the yard look crowded.

-L'm surprised they let you register it. - Told them if they didn't...

...l'd drop out of school.

You serious?

They just don't want me to grow up. Then they'd have to face getting old.

Has it ever occurred to you...

...that part of being a parent...

...is trying to kill your kids?

See you around, pal.

I'm sorry, Arnie, I can't. I'm sorry.

What's the matter? What's wrong?

I can't. Here.

In that car.

What are you talking about? Why not?

Because I hate that car.

I mean, you care more about that car than you care about me.

That's crazy, Leigh.

Who do you spend more time with?

Look...

...you're gonna get a cold. Come on.

Come on.

I thought girls were supposed to be jealous of other girls, not cars.

This car's a girl.

Oh, please.

Cut it out. Don't.

What?

Don't like me slapping your girl?

It seems like nobody likes my car these days.

Oh, shit.

Leigh. Leigh!

Leigh!

Hey, what the hell are you doing?

You get your goddamn hands off her!

Hey.

You gonna be all right?

Yeah, I'm fine now.

You scared the hell out of me.

Then get rid of that car.

I'm not going in that car again.

Wait a minute. Don't you blame your choking on Christine.

It happened, Arnie.

When I choked, something happened.

The radio came on.

- Everything got bright. - So, what are you saying?

I could've died and you didn't even help.

- My door was locked. - You didn't want that man to help me.

I thought he was attacking you. I could've done the Heimlich maneuver.

But you didn't!

And there are other things.

That radio...

...all it gets are those old songs.

And sometimes when we're making out, it just stalls.

As if the car were jealous, Arnie.

A goddamn car!

Leave it alone. I'll get it.

You know what I think?

I think you're just sexually frustrated.

Look, Leigh...

...l'm sorry. Okay?

Can I at least call you tomorrow?

I don't know.

Come on.

Come on, Christine.

Come on, baby, please.

It's all right. Everything is the same.

Okay.

Check this out!

Come on.

Now, I'll just be a second.

I just gotta get my wallet out of Christine.

You wanna come in with me?

Please.

Okay.

You know, I've been thinking.

Maybe we should apply to the same colleges next year.

- Really? - Yeah.

I mean, that way, if we get accepted by the same schools...

...we could take it as a sign of fate.

You'd have me to help you through the math courses and, you know, if I--

Arnie, what's wrong?

Arnie.

Arnie.

Who did this?

Arnie?

Don't touch me, shitter!

This is just what you wanted, wasn't it? Get away from her! Get away from her!

Arnie, I'm sorry.

Sorry?

Yes.

L5'

- That is, we-- -lt's your fault.

If you hadn't been so selfish, you wouldn't let me park my car...

...in your precious driveway, this never would've happened.

Arnie, that's not fair.

Oh, it's fair.

Can't we even talk about this...

...like rational human beings?

One of them took a shit on the dashboard, Ma.

Now, how's that for rational, huh?

Why don't we...?

Your mother and I have decided to help you buy a new car.

Well, that's what everybody wants, isn't it?

Well, fuck you.

I'm fixing up Christine.

Listen, you've been disrespectful to us once too often!

You go apologize to your mother.

Hey, take your mitts off me, motherfucker.

I'm hitting the sack.

We'll make it better, huh?

Can't hurt us anymore.

Not if we work together.

We'll show those shitters what we can do.

Okay.

Show me.

Hey, Cunningham.

Is that you, Cunningham?

Hey, you ain't mad, are you?

Oh, shit.

You're a dead man now.

Where have you been, asshole?

You hear about what happened to Moochie?

Yeah.

Almost makes you feel sorry for the little bastard.

- How's Christine coming? - Oh, cherry.

I spent a shitload of money on her and she's perfecto now.

That's funny, you know, because I heard she was totaled.

Well, after I cleaned up the broken glass, it wasn't so bad.

Bet you a hundred bucks...

...it was Buddy Repperton.

Maybe.

So, what if you--?

You fix it up and he just does it again?

He won't do it again.

What does that mean?

Man, I gotta go.

I hope you didn't think I could hang around here all day.

Yeah, that's you, Arnie, always in demand.

Stay loose.

You know it.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Lean machine.

They let you out early?

Yeah, that's right.

Arnold Cunningham.

I'm Rudolph Junkins, state police, detective.

I'm just missing a study hall. I gotta get to work.

No, I don't care about that. I wanna ask about your car.

You do nice bodywork, Arnie. I thought this thing was totaled.

- Who told you that? - Why, hell, everybody.

Local police, your mom and dad, your girl. Cute girl, by the way.

It wasn't anywhere near as bad as it looked.

No?

The report said they punched holes in the body.

Damned if I can see the fill.

Well, you can if you look.

It's-- It's right over there.

And back here.

I've been lucky with parts. I replaced the entire door on this side.

- Oh, yeah? - See where the paint doesn't match?

Nope.

A hell of a job.

- Hell of a job, Arnie. - Well, thank you very much.

Okay. So, what do you want, huh?

I really like this shade of red. Didn't think they made this anymore.

- They still make this shade? - Well, they must.

- I mean, I bought it, didn't I? - Where?

- Baker Auto, out on Route 5. Okay? - You still got the receipt?

Tossed it out.

You know, it's funny-- Cigarette?

No, thanks.

Usually, when somebody trashes a car, we get photos.

Wait, wait, wait. They didn't really trash it, okay?

Well, that's not what Leigh said.

She was so shaken up giving me all the details...

...she broke down crying.

I understand...

...one of the perpetrators defecated on the dashboard.

I would've thought you'd be madder than hell.

I would've thought you would've reported that.

Shit wipes off.

Moochie Welch kind of got wiped off too, didn't he?

I don't know.

- You don't know? - No.

Scout's honor?

I'm not a Scout.

The kid was cut in half. They had to scrape his legs up with a shovel.

Isn't that what you're supposed to do with shit...

...scrape it up with a little shovel?

Don't get smart with me, son.

Your girlfriend is a lot more convincing than you are.

She's not my girlfriend.

And since when is it against the law to fix up your own car...

...when somebody else busts it up, huh?

Since never.

Then you get off my back.

Okay.

Hello.

Hi, Leigh.

Look, I need to talk to you. I need to see you.

Arnie, I care about you.

Look, I love you, Leigh.

I think we deserve one more try.

DOn"[ you?

Will you give me a fucking yes or no?!

Arnie, please don't do this to me.

Just be straight with me, okay? You've had it, right?

Well, fuck you, bitch!

Leigh? Leigh? Leigh--

Wanna do the honors, monsieur?

-I'd love to bring her along. - Sure.

- She can earn her way. - Bullshit.

Let's get Vandenberg.

Baby.

Asshole.

Watch this.

Let's give this asshole some of his own medicine.

He's backing up too.

Some shithead's following me!

L just hope he comes in here!

- Is that Cunningham? - Can't be.

Look at my car.

Come on, prick! We're not finished yet!

Come on!

Hello, Henry, this is Will.

Listen, Cunningham get there?

Is the order okay?

Good.

Listen, he was driving my Caddy, wasn't he?

Good. Yeah, take it easy.

Okay, Jack...

...come on out.

The ride is over.

If I'm gonna have to come in and get you...

...l'm gonna get you.

Now, why don't you do us both a favor?

Come on out.

All right.

All right.

- What's going on? - You tell me.

- Where were you last night? - Home. What are you doing to my car?

You didn't go out at all?

Of course I went out. I got Darnell's car out front, with a load of parts.

- You want the receipt? - Yeah.

How come you're showing up just now?

Why didn't you unload the stuff last night?

Because I was tired, that's why.

If you don't believe me, you can ask my mother.

Why do you keep butting into my life?

Because we found your boss, Will Darnell, dead, in your front seat...

...with a shotgun by his side.

- Why? - I was hoping you could answer that.

Somebody saw your car cruising behind Buddy Repperton last night.

He's dead too.

So are Don Vandenberg and Richard Trelawney.

Guess nobody will be trashing your car anymore.

Well, all I know--

All I know is, I got a Cadillac full of parts, and I'm supposed to be at school.

We'll take care of the Caddy. I don't want you touching it.

Honest, Mr. Junkins, I don't know what's going on. I swear, I don't.

May I please speak to Dennis?

It's a girl.

Hello.

Hey, Leigh. Happy New Year.

Can I come over there? I need to talk to you.

What, about Arnie?

About Christine.

Okay.

You first.

I'm afraid for Arnie.

I thought this was about Christine.

What do you know about that car?

I know that the guy who owned the car before Arnie...

Yeah?

His daughter choked to death in Christine.

How do you know that?

LeBay's brother sold Arnie the car. The guy's a jerk.

- He just came out and told me. - I think I was supposed to be next.

Come on, Leigh.

Arnie would never do that.

Not in a million years, okay?

I don't think he's Arnie, Dennis.

It's that car.

I swear, it's the car.

Maybe.

I'm going to Arnie's for New Year's--

- Dennis, I wouldn't. - No, it's okay.

We do it every year. His folks are gonna be there. I just--

I just figured that if I get him alone, he'll talk to me.

- What if he doesn't? - What do you mean?

I don't know. I mean, what if--? What if that car doesn't let him?

Then we destroy it.

Hey, my man, you're really operating those babies.

Yeah, I manage.

I see we got the old rust bucket tonight.

You wanna watch what you call my car?

She's real sensitive.

Is she?

Sorry, Christine.

Good boy.

Let's motivate.

Well, have a beer. Don't be shy. My car's your car.

A toast.

Death to the shitters of the world in 1979.

Come on, Arnie, I can't drink to that.

What can you drink to?

What about to us? You know, to friendship?

Friendship. Right, that's good. That's real good.

Hey, Dennis.

- Come on! - I want you to see this.

I want you to see this. This is great alignment.

You just don't see this anymore.

Don't be scared.

I'm scared for you, for what's happened to you.

It's this fucking car.

I know you're jealous.

We'll always be friends, as long as you stick with me.

And you know what happens to shitters who don't.

No. What does happen?

Well, let's not kid each other, Dennis.

Who are the shitters?

All of them.

Arnie...

...Leigh is on your side.

- Oh, yeah? - She cares a lot about you.

She does.

Yeah.

Don't you like this beer? Thought you liked beer.

Did you hear what I just said?

Let me tell you a little something about love.

It has a voracious appetite.

It eats everything.

Friendship, family.

It kills me how much it eats. But I'll tell you something else.

Feed it right, it can be a beautiful thing, and that's what we have.

When someone believes in you, you can do anything in the universe.

When you believe right back in that someone, watch out, world!

Because nobody can stop you. Nobody, ever!

And you feel this way about Leigh?

What? Fuck, no.

I'm talking about Christine.

No shitter ever came between me and Christine.

Now, you watch this!

Oh, shit.

Chickenshit!

Oh, man, there is nothing finer...

...than being behind the wheel of your own car.

Except, maybe, for pussy.

Hey.

It's kind of spooky in here, huh?

Looks like they cleaned out the whole place.

Jesus.

That's where he used to keep it.

Down there.

Yeah.

We better get started.

Yeah!

What do you think?

Let's try it.

Christine's gonna come through the door.

You better get in the office and stay out of sight.

Once she gets inside, hit the button and bring the door down.

Then we'll have her trapped.

What if he doesn't come?

Christine will.

You better get in the office.

Keep your head down.

When you hear me start this thing up, reach out and hit the button.

Leigh!

Leigh, don't move! Stay where you are!

You shitters!

Goddamn it.

Fuck, what a mess.

Arnie's dead.

Leigh!

Hey, are you okay?

I think so.

No.

I wouldn't feel so bad if I were you. You two are heroes, you know.

Yeah.

A real hero could have saved Arnie.

We didn't do so hot.

Hey, some things can't be helped.

Some people too.

Yeah.

God, I hate rock 'n' roll.