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Male singer:
Early in the morning, I can't sleep

I can't work and I can't eat

maybe I'm lucky, maybe I'm freed

maybe this woman's just all I need

oh, no, not again

it hurts so good, I don't understand

infatuation

infatuation...

Infatuation

infatuation...

Infatuation

infatuation...

Infatuation

infatuation...

Infatuation

whoo! Infatuate me!

Man: Consider outer space.

You know, from the time
of the first NASA mission,

it became evident
that being in space

has a profound effect
on the human psyche.

Now, during the first gemini mission,
some thought was actually given

to the notion of sending up
a man and a woman together.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

A cosmic Adam and Eve
if you will.

Bound together in
a highly sophisticated nerve center

at the head of the largest,
most powerful rocket yet known.

Its giant thrusters blasting
into the dark void

as they hurtled towards
their final destination...

The gushing wellspring
of life itself.

How would you like to have
a sexual encounter so intense

it could conceivably change
your political views?

- Would you like to dance?
- Yes, please.

I'll take that as a no.

Male singer: Heart of rock 'n' roll
is still beatin'...

Johnny! Ow!

- Man: Consider outer space.
- What?

Man: Private Gibson! Incoming!

Hey, what is this "lonely man
sitting on the hill," huh?

It's over, Lance.

It's gone. I've lost it.

High school.
I started off so hot.

Sophomore year, two times.

Junior year was excellent...
Four times.

And not all with the same girl.

Senior year looked like the best.

First day of classes, then nothing.

What do you mean nothing
your senior year?

What about that time with Barbara
devilbiss in the high-jump pit, huh?

That was you.

Oh, yeah.

I just can't motivate myself
the way I used to.

Maybe I'm past my prime.

Hey, it's not you.

It's these high school girls here.

They're simple.

They're never gonna stimulate
a complex guy like you.

- Maybe you're right.
- Of course I'm right.

Anyways, after tonight
you'll never have to deal

with these simple
high school girls again.

But won't these same girls
be in college?

Yeah, but it'll be different.

- Why?
- Because they'll be college girls.

I'm gonna miss you, Lance.

It's your own fault, you know.

You could be coming out
to California with me.

Hey, all right.

Get a totally bitchin' education
out there, dude.

California.

You could be coming to new england
with me, you know.

Ugh. What are you, crazy?
The Ivy league stinks, man.

All they got there are those
ugly, intellectual girls

with band-aids on their knees
from playing the cello.

- No, thank you.
- Really gonna miss you, Lance.

- Well, we're college men now.
- Yeah.

Gibson: "Dear Lance,
the campus here is beautiful.

I've never seen so much corduroy
in one place.

Classes are classes. One of them
even looks like it might be interesting.

You never know.

You're wrong about the women here.
I haven't seen one band-aid.

In fact, there's plenty of action.

My roommate and I
have an understanding.

Hope things are going
as good for you.

Your pal, gib."

"P.s. All of the above is bullshit.

I'm floundering in a sea of confusion
and total despair.

But knock on wood,
I still have my health."

This week's assignment
is to rewrite last week's assignment.

Remember, "as the dog returneth
to his own vomit,

so does the fool to his folly."

Sorry I'm late,
but there was this big problem.

And I'm late because of it.

Professor: Um, Katherine...

Now when I told you that you should
develop your own style,

I didn't mean you should
dot the I's with little flowers.

And this lavender ink, would you...
Would you lose that?

It strains the eye, you know?

You sure take a lot of notes.

Professor: Ms. duran,
this is very, very interesting.

Ordinarily the conclusion comes
at the end of the paper, but...

- Yeah, I like that.
- Duran: Thank you.

Go on. Um, Gibson.

- Mr. Gibson...?
- Yes, what?

Well, I know what an important part
voyeurism plays in your daily life,

but, would you mind if I take up
a moment of your time?

- Sure.
- Thank you.

I wanted to tell you
that I really enjoyed your paper.

- You did?
- Yeah.

I don't remember
the last time that I have seen

this much detail expressed
on how to eat pizza

without burning
the roof of your mouth.

Unfortunately, whatever whimsical
qualities that your paper evokes

are obscured in a morass
of marginal grammar,

creative spelling and...
I believe, sausage stain.

Pepperoni.

Clean it up, Gibson.

Miss bradbury.

You, on the other hand,
you express your ideas very clearly.

Thank you.

Except that your paper is...

Well, it's dry.

There's not enough of you
coming through.

Loosen up and have some fun.

Yes, sleep when you feel like it,
not when you think you should!

Eat food that is bad for you
at least once in a while.

Have conversations with people

whose clothes are not
color coordinated.

Make love in a hammock!

Got it!

Life is the ultimate experience.

You have to experience it
in order to write about it.

- Yes, Alison?
- What did you say after "hammock"?

- I warned you.
- All right, now.

You're a dead man. You're dead meat.
Gonna be hearing some footsteps.

Set, hike!

One-one thousand, two-one thousand,
three-one thousand.

Gibson, all pro-safety
out of grambling,

makes another sparkling
defensive gem.

- I thought grambling was all black.
- So what?

- Hey, what are you doing tonight?
- Gibson: Tell you what I'm not doing...

Staying in and rewriting
my english paper.

I have a social life, you know.

Oh, that's right. I forgot.
You gotta go to a mixer.

Stand in the corner for three hours
and not ask anyone to dance.

No, it's the girls at this school.
All they want to do is stay indoors,

smoke cigarettes and "relate."
I don't like 'em.

Why do you have to like 'em?

You're dead meat.

What does Taub mean
I have to "live life"?

In high school,
I was delegate to the mock u.N.

In New York City, twice.

When I was nine, I broke
my brother's nose boxing.

On a tour of Graceland,
I passed out in Elvis' bedroom.

I think I've done
my share of living. Haven't I?

What do you think
of that guy, gib?

I don't.

I think he's got a cute ass.

- Him?
- Yeah.

Oh!

Gibson with the interception,
and he's got some running room!

He's to the 30, to the 40,
and run out of bounds in midfield

by jimbo marcavicci.

That's Gibson's ninth interception
in this very young season.

He's having an outstanding year.

Life's the ultimate experience.

Forget it, Gibson.
I hear she likes the intellectual type.

So? I'm intellectual and stuff.

You're flunking english.
That's your mother tongue... and stuff.

The only way she'd go out with you
is out of pity.

Mastin, you're a genius.

Stop and go, on one.

Break!

- Both y'all are dead.
- Ready, down, set.

Hut one, hut two, hut three.

Jim: Watch it, now!

One-one thousand,
two-one thousand, three-one thousand.

- Yeah, yeah, go!
- Nice d, nice d, nice d!

Mastin:
Go, go, go, go! Hey, hey!

- Gibson! Gibson, come on!
- Where you going?

- Hey!
- Gibson, the ball!

I'm flunking english.
I was wondering

if maybe you could help me out.

Nice swimsuit.

I flunk english, I'm outta here.

Kiss college goodbye.

I don't know what I'll do.
I'll probably go home.

Gee, dad will be pissed off.

Mom will be heartbroken.

If I play my cards right, I get maybe
a six months' grace period

and then I gotta get a job
and you know what that means.

That's right. They start me off
at the drive-up window

and I gradually work my way up

from shakes to burgers, and then one day
my lucky break comes.

The French fry guy dies
and they offer me the job.

But the day I'm supposed to start,
some men come by

in a black Lincoln continental
and tell me I can make a quick $300

just for driving a Van
back from Mexico.

When I get out of jail,
I'm 36 years old.

Living in a flophouse.

No job, no home,
no upward mobility,

very few teeth,
and then one day they find me.

Face-down, talking to the gutter,
clutching a bottle of paint thinner.

And why? Because you wouldn't
help me in english.

No, you were too busy to help me!

Too busy to help a drowning man!

Okay.

Okay, what?

- Okay, I'll help you.
- You will?

When?

- Um...
- How about tonight?

Let's see, Friday.

5:30, dinner, 6:00, calculus.

7:00, news, 7:30, shower.

7:45, phone call.

- 8:00?
- 8:00, I don't know.

That's when I rearrange
my sock drawer.

Do you want me
to help you or not?

Yes, I do.
I was just kidding there.

8:00...

Okay, 8:00. See you then.

- Uh, where?
- McKenzie hall.

Great!

Ooh!

It's Friday night!

Singer on recording: Get loose!

Singer: Party!

Jimbo: "I'm a freshman
at a small northeastern college.

I never thought those letters were true
until a few days ago

I had an experience
that changed my mind.

I just had to share it with you.

I had pretty much resigned myself to
another night of reading your magazine

when there was a knock
on my dorm room door.

And when I opened the door,
I could hardly believe my eyes.

There were two of the foxiest twins
I had ever seen.

With long brunette hair,
legs that wouldn't quit.

And firm tits."

Whew.

How's that sound?

Change "tits" to "generous scoops
of mouthwatering flesh"

and have them defy gravity.

What do you think?
Is this shirt good?

Yeah, fine. You think they'll know
that "scoops of flesh" means tits?

I don't know.
It doesn't sound specific enough.

Where else are you going to find
"scoops of flesh"?

How's this for an opening line?

"Did you know that Nietzsche
died of syphilis?"

How do you spell "zucchini"?

Z-u-c-h-i-n-l.

No, Nietzsche's too obscure.

Uh, how about, "did you know that
Shakespeare died of syphilis?"

No, she probably knows that isn't true.

I don't know what to say.

It's not what you say that counts,
but how you say it.

Use sincerity,
it's the best technique.

What?

Come here.

Come here.

You know I've never
met anyone like you before.

Usually when I meet someone new,
I feel awkward and shy.

But with you, it's different.
I can talk to you.

You know what I'm thinking

without my having to explain it to you
in fancy terms.

We speak each other's
unspoken language fluently.

I love you.

Oh, jimbo...

That is the most enormous
pile of horseshit

I've ever heard in my life.

- Get out of here, you piece of slime!
- No chick would ever buy it!

Oh, yeah? Well, that's where
you're wrong. It's how I got Lucy.

- Jimbo, it's horseshit.
- Effective horseshit.

Get a life.

Male singer: In your arms,
there must be a place for me

sweetheart, tonight

I know for sure
I'll see those tears

female student:
Yeah, it's true. Uh-huh.

- Male student ♪1: Hey!
- Male student ♪2: Watch it, watch it.

Male student: I'm open!

Alison: It's open!

Hey.

Alison: I'm so far behind,
I haven't even picked out a theme

for my english lit term paper.

Of course I'm still coming out there
for Christmas!

You think I'm going to leave you alone
with all those ucla girls?

I just can't afford to fly.
My parents will only pay

if I go to see them.

No, don't worry. Don't worry.
I'll figure something out.

They have this bulletin board
where they list rides.

Yeah, I really want to see you.

Yes, I will send you the article
on civil liability, I promise.

Oh, Jason...

Do you ever eat food
that you think is bad for you?

I didn't think so.
No, it's not important.

You tell me first.

I love you, too.

Bye-bye.

Who's that, your lawyer?

Someday.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

Alison: "When I recollect my most truly
excellent experience,

recurrent images
buzz through my brain,

the big bubbles
of crust that expand

right up through the sauce,
glistening pools of oil

as still and inviting
as a mountain...

Lake." ahem.

"The ropey knots of cheese
that gather to a chewy perfection

in the center as the slices
are pulled apart.”

It's good, huh?

This is all wrong.
There's no punctuation.

It's all one sentence.

- S00?
- It's a mess!

And you neglected to mention
the most important thing!

What? I talk about the cheese-to-sauce
ratio right there.

You didn't state your topic...

That this is going to be
a paper on pizza.

But that is completely inferred.

- Implied.
- Whatever.

Look, what do you say we blow this off
and go exploring?

Nothing ever gets done
on a Friday night, come on.

Where are you going?

It's too stuffy in here.
Let's go get some air.

You can't go in there!
Yes, I can.

This is America.
You can go anywhere.

Hey, we're not supposed
to be up here!

See that?
That's ursa major, the big bear.

We could get into a lot of trouble.

And that's ursa minor, the little bear.

And up to the north there,
that's cassiopeia.

That's cassiopeia?

She was the mother
of Andromeda, right?

Who?

- Cassiopeia!
- Really? I just know their names.

Andromeda's there, too,
next to cassiopeia.

Andromeda! She was the Princess
who was chained to a rock.

She's supposed to be sacrificed
to a sea serpent.

- Did he get her?
- No.

Perseus rescued her
at the last minute.

Perseus. Good man.

He's up there, too,
next to Andromeda.

You know a lot about astronomy.

Yeah, when I was six, I wanted
to be an astronaut.

You know,
all the tang you can drink.

You'll never believe what I wanted
to be when I was six.

A classics professor. - No.

I wanted to be a Princess.

You know, Alison?

I never met anyone like you before.

Usually when I meet someone new,
I feel awkward and shy.

But with you, it's different.

I feel I can talk to you.

You know what I'm thinking
without me having

to explain it to you
in fancy terms.

We speak each other's
unspoken language...

- What?
- Fluently.

Alison, I love you.

Stop!

- Did I hurt you?
- No.

Agh!

- Alison, I'm sorry!
- No, you're not!

You had this
whole thing planned!

Excellent.

- Jimbo: Gibson!
- What?

- Don't you have an 8:00?
- What time is it?

- Nine to 8:00.
- Ah, shit!

Shit, shit, shit.

Oh, god!

Shit.

Alison!

Alison, wait up!

I feel really terrible
about Friday night!

I was rude,
insensitive, selfish.

- Asshole.
- Exactly.

But that wasn't me.
I don't know why I said those things,

I'm really not like that.
Alison, please.

I'm really sorry.

Can you forgive me?

Please?

Come on, we're gonna be
late for class.

"He was a man, that's all,
a man like any other man.

A man like no other man."

- That's very interesting, portia.
- Thanks.

You have a...
You have a feel for ambiguity.

Anyone else want to volunteer?

Hmm? Gibson?

- Me?
- Yeah. Give me your paper.

Here you go.

Hm. No pepperoni today, huh?

It's clean.

"I am a freshman at
a small northeastern college.

I never thought these letters
were real until a few days ago

when I had an experience
that changed my mind.

I just had to share it with you."

- Miss Taub, I don't think...
- Take it easy, Gibson.

It's not, you don't...

"I am 6'2" with dark hair,
athletic build from football,

and I am considered good-looking
by my friends.

I'm not boastful, but I must explain
for the sake of clarity

that I am relatively well-equipped
with 10 inches of solid man meat."

Taub: "Still, it had been a dry season
as far as girls were concerned."

Lucy: Oh... oh, I'll get it!

It's for you, gib. Long distance.

Okay.

Lucy: I'm coming!

Yeah?

Hey, buddy! You gettin' any?

I'm talking to you cordless.
What are you doing

for Christmas break, huh?

Well, I do. You're coming to
"califor-ni-ay."

What don't you know?
My roommate's got a convertible.

We cruise to palm Springs.

I got exams after Christmas, Lance.

Gib, we are talking socal here.
It's 80 degrees outside.

My roommate's got
this beach house in Malibu.

I can't afford the flight, Lance.

Listen, gib...

Gib, do you hear that?
Did you hear that?

Those are waves, gib!
They're calling out to you.

They're beckoning,
"gib, gib, come to California."

It's too sunny out there, Lance.

There's a certain someone here
I want you to meet.

- Forget it, Lance.
- She's a very, very special person.

I can't deal with striking out
on both coasts.

Well, you're not going to strike out.
She was just released

from parochial school.
She's in her experimental phase.

- Will you forget it, Lance?
- She loves sex.

What does she look like?

Well, you remember that last snapshot
I sent you?

The blonde in the string bikini?
Get it!

I can't right now, there's...

Hey, that's an order, private Gibson!

Excuse me!

That's new.

- Yeah.
- You got it?

- Yeah.
- Good, now look at it.

Fixate on it.
Are you fixating on it?

- I'm fixating.
- Are you sitting down?

- Yes.
- She's a sure thing, gib.

A sure thing.

Lance: No, I don't need to explain
the deep significance of those words.

I told her all about you,
and she's dying to meet you.

But you gotta drag your ass out here
by the 22nd

because she's leaving the next day
for a semester at sea.

So, think you can make it?

- Are you gib?
- Yeah.

Hi, welcome aboard!
I'm Mary Ann Webster.

And I'm Gary Cooper.
But not the Gary Cooper that's dead.

Hop in.

- Alison, this is gib.
- And, gib, this is Alison.

I knew I should have
taken the bus.

What, and wind up sitting
next to some sleazebag?

Some sleazebag you don't know?

Oh, you two know each other!

- We're old friends.
- We're not old friends.

We're acquaintances.
Very distant acquaintances.

Kids! Come on,
let's make this a fun trip, okay?

- You guys know any show tunes?
- That's a great idea!

Gary singing:
When the moon is in the seventh house

Mary Ann:
And Jupiter aligns with Mars

well, then peace will guide the planets

Mary Ann, Gary singing:
And love will steer the stars

this is the dawning
of the age of aquarius

the age of aquarius...

Button up your overcoat

when the wind is free

take good care of yourself,
you belong to me...

Come on, everybody!

Eat an apple every day

get to bed by 3:00

take good care of yourself,
you belong to me

all right, do the "ooh-oohs."
Be careful crossing streets...

Ooh, ooh...

- Don't eat meats...
- Ooh, ooh...

Cut out sweets

Mary Ann: Ooh, ooh...

Gary: You'll get a pain
and ruin your tum-tum

stay away from bootleg hootch...

Gibson:
I never met anyone like you before.

Usually when I meet someone new,
I feel awkward and shy.

But with you, it's different.
I feel I can talk to you.

You know what I'm thinking
without me

having to explain it to you
in fancy terms.

We speak each other's
unspoken language fluently...

Gib.

Before you go any further,
let's be honest.

You want it. I want it.

You know I want it.

You don't have
to bullshit me to get it.

And even if you do bullshit me,

you still get it.

Mary Ann singing:
Wear your flannel underwear

when you climb a tree

take good care of yourself,
you belong to me.

Honey, what's the matter?
You're not singing.

I'm not gonna sing
if they're not gonna join in.

Mary Ann: Oh, come on, honey.
Gary: No, honey.

They're ruining it for everyone.

What do you think you're doing?

I'm going to bed.

- Not with me, you're not.
- I'm not going to bed with you,

I'm going to bed in a bed
that you happen to be in also.

I won't try anything, I swear.

Trust me.

You are sleeping on the floor tonight.
I worked out a schedule.

- It's not my schedule.
- It's both of our schedules.

They never shut up.
What does she see in him?

It's a twisted relationship.

- You want to sleep in the bed?
- Yes, I do.

Fine, I'll sleep on the floor.

You don't have to sleep
on the floor.

- Do you intend to sleep in the bed?
- Yes, I do.

Then I intend to sleep on the floor.

- Ow.
- Alison: Ow!

Good night.

Gary, Mary Ann: No.

Oh, great breakfast!

Protein, good for you.

Cheese balls, anyone?
Gary? They're good.

Ow-000!

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

- Oh!
- Yeah, yeah, yeah!

You would think that was funny.

As a matter of fact,
I think that's hysterical.

I think it's a scream,
an absolute laugh riot. Ha-ha!

What the hell's
the matter with it?

- It's stupid!
- "It's stupid!"

Everything's stupid with you.
All right. It is stupid.

What the hell's wrong
with being stupid once in a while?

Does everything you do
always have to be sensible?

- Gary, they're at it again.
- Haven't you ever thrown...

Haven't you ever thrown
water balloons off a roof?

When you were a little kid,
didn't you ever sprinkle ivory flakes

on the living room floor because you
wanted to make it snow in July?

Did you ever get really shitfaced

and maybe make a complete fool
out of yourself

and still have an excellent time?

Gary, do something.

Don't you know
how great it makes you feel

when you do something
totally spontaneous?

Something totally off the wall?

Spontaneity has its time
and its place.

Alison, do you know
what you are?

- You're repressed.
- I'm not repressed.

- Gibson: Yes, you are.
- Gary...?

I can be as spontaneous
as anyone.

- Prove it.
- What do you want me to do?

I don't have to prove
anything to you.

You can't,
'cause you're repressed.

You don't have to be stupid
to be spontaneous, you know.

- Repressed!
- You think that's spontaneous,

sticking your butt
out of a car window?

Repressed!
Face it, Alison, you're repressed!

- Do you want spontaneity?
- Repressed!

I'll give you spontaneity!

- Repressed!
- I'll give you, watch this, you...

- Hey, you guys!
- Mary Ann: Look, look what she's doing!

- Oh, my god!
- What in Sam hill?

- Twist and shout!
- Man in car: Whoa, all right!

Come to mama, boys!

Oh, dang!

- Excellent!
- I'm getting a hive.

"Indecent exposure,
driving so as to endanger..."

"Driving with the load
not properly tied down"?

- Here.
- Thank you, officer. I'm very sorry.

Mm-hmm.

Gary, what are you doing?
Gary, what the hell are you doing?

- Gary!
- Gary: Lock the doors.

Gary, let's be reasonable, Gary.
Gary, no, you can't do this.

- You can't leave us here, Gary.
- Lock the doors. Lock the doors.

You can't. Gary, please!

- Lock the doors.
- Gary, I'm... please!

Lock the doors!

I'll do anything. Gary!

I'll do anything!
I'll sing show tunes! Gary...!

Feelings, nothing more than feelings!

Trying to forget my feelings!

Feelings of love! Feeling...!

They'll be back.

They're just a little mad.

There's a town up ahead.
I saw a sign. We can hitch.

Where you goin'?

Alison, where you goin'?

- Alison?
- We're in the middle of nowhere,

it's cold, there are no cars...
You stay and hitch!

You gonna walk?
It's almost 20 miles!

And don't follow me!

Fried pork rinds, anyone?

This doesn't change anything, okay?

Suit yourself.

You know, junk food really doesn't
deserve the bad rap it gets.

Take these fried pork rinds.

This particular brand
has 1% of the rda...

That's "recommended daily allowance"...
Of riboflavin.

You ever notice that there's
three kinds of junk food?

There's your starchy,
fried, greasy type...

Listen, I appreciate the food,
but right now I'm not in the mood

to listen to any more of your
scientific observations.

Hey, you didn't have to come
over here and sit down!

You're right. I didn't.

Man: Want a ride?

I wouldn't take that ride
if I were you!

You're not me!

Well, hello!

- How far you goin'?
- Los Angeles.

Los Angeles? Long way for a little girl
like you to be goin'.

Oh, this thing's like
an old woman sometimes,

you gotta kick her
to get her in gear.

I got up at 6:00 this morning,
and I've been driving ever since.

You're the first person
I've talked to all day.

Wish I could say that.

I mean, I hope he gets a ride
and everything,

but some people, they just don't know
when to put a lid on it.

Day like this, you get to thinking
you're the only person on earth.

It gets lonely on the road here.

Yeah, I know what you mean. I can't wait
to get to California, see my boyfriend.

Oh, yeah, I got my cb,
but that's not real talk.

It's not with a real person,
it's just a voice.

- Let's see if I can get a bus...
- You never get to know

what they look like
or who they are.

Get to California by Thursday night
or Friday morning at the latest.

- Yeah.
- You look nice.

Why are we stopping here?

- What are we doing?
- It gets lonely on the road.

- Don't touch me, don't!
- Don't be scared.

- Don't be scared.
- No, what are you doing?

I won't hurt you.
I wouldn't hurt you.

Don't! Stop!

- I wouldn't hurt you.
- Stop! Don't! No!

Thanks for the ride,
I've been out here all day.

I'm not interrupting
anything, am 1?

Me and the wife just having
a little squabble, okay?

Oh, it's not easy getting rides,
you know what I mean?

I mean, most people
are afraid to pick up hitchhikers!

I mean, you never know
who you might pick up.

I mean, I could be
some crazed slimeball.

I mean, a real deranged,
violent psycho, you know what I mean?

I mean, a guy who would
rip your heart out and eat it

just for pleasure.

I'm talking about a total maniac!
Do you know what I mean?

Do you know what I mean?!

Yeah, yeah.

Why aren't we moving?

Don't you want to give me a ride?

I'm only going about another mile.

Then what the hell
did you pick me up for?!

You think I got nothing better
to do with my life

than to sit here
and to pass the time with you...

Shit-brain?!

I don't think
I want this ride after all.

And I think I'll take your wife,
if you don't mind.

- Shit!
- The luggage!

Gib, are you okay?

Gib?

Told you you shouldn't have
taken that ride.

Yeah. It's 'cause
you know everything, right?

That's right.

Then you should also know
that you make it virtually impossible

for anyone to be grateful
for anything nice you might have done.

Alison. I'm sorry. Are you okay?

- Yeah.
- You okay?

Yeah.

Why'd you get on the back
of that truck?

'Cause I'm the kind of guy
that likes to live on the edge.

I just want to get on that bus
and tilt the seat back

and fall asleep
and wake up in California.

Check out those guys.

Wonder what they majored in.

- Where to?
- Los Angeles.

That'll be $89.50.

Bus number 33
now boarding right outside.

- Thank you.
- Where to?

Nowhere. Just browsing.

Tell me, those guys over there?
Did they sleep here all night?

Come on, I want
to get a good seat!

Where to?

Where's your ticket?

I've been thinking it over,
I'm gonna hitch.

I mean, the way I'm looking at it,
you know, I'm not getting any younger.

This could be my last chance
to see the real America.

- I mean, really relate to the people.
- Loan me a dollar.

- Change a five?
- How much money do you have?

- One, there's two...
- I got money.

- How much?
- Enough.

There's three...
Can you loan me $1.23?

- Sure.
- Okay.

How much do you got there?

$18.77.

How did you expect to get to California
on 18 dollars and 77 cents?

I'll get by.

- I have twenty, you can have fifty.
- No, I can't take that.

- Yes, you can, come on.
- No, I...

You can pay me back
after Christmas. Take it.

- I won't forget this.
- Yeah, you will, but I'll remind you.

Ticket clerk:
Last call for bus number 33

leaving for St. Louis, Tulsa,
Oklahoma city,

Albuquerque,
Tucson, and Los Angeles.

That's your bus,
you'd better hurry.

Mm-hmm.

Are you sure
you're gonna be okay?

Don't you worry about me.
You go have a good trip.

Okay.

- See you.
- Bye.

Manon TV: Hercules! Hercules!

Look out, they're riding
the invulnerable horses!

Hercules: No, they're not,
they're not the invulnerable ones!

Back, back.
Give Hercules some room!

Man on TV: Hercules stands no chance
against this sea monster.

Anything good on?

- Your bus just left.
- I know.

Why weren't you on it?

I'm the kind of gal who likes
to live on the edge.

Okay, all right, we're going
to have to use a towel here,

this could get very messy
if you don't know what you're doing.

All right, this is called
"shotgunning beer."

It's an ancient tribal custom.

Originated in southeast Asia,
I believe.

Okay, take the beer, right?

Poke a hole in it,
as I will do now.

All right? Using any
household appliance.

I'm using a pen.

Make... make it just big enough
to fit your mouth over it.

86 the pen.

And then in one swift... you gotta...
Listen to me, it's very important...

In one swift, deft motion,
you're going to take it,

pull it up,
and then release the cork.

Not the cork, this thing,
and all the beer will slide down

right to your throat
in like two seconds. It'll be great.

Now wait, are you sure you're ready?
Are you ready for this?

I'm ready.
Okay, for all you kids watching,

this is very dangerous.
Let's not try this at home. All right?

- Okay.
- Okay.

- You sure you're ready?
- Yeah. I can't believe I'm doing this.

- It's good for you. It's good.
- Mom, forgive me.

Swallow, swallow, swallow! Oh...

Oh, "danger, will Robinson!"

Danger. Oh, wow.

Definite shotgun potential.

Oh, for a beginner,
it's amazing what you just did.

Really nice, really nice.

- Really?
- Really nice.

I just remembered,
I gotta check something.

Listen, uh, tonight,
I'll sleep on the floor.

Alison: I don't think so.

No, I don't want
any arguments from you.

I mean, it's only fair. I mean,
last night, I slept on the bed and...

Jason, I don't think so, it's going to
take me a bit longer than I anticipated.

Well, today's the 19th... tsk,
better not expect me

till the 22nd or 23rd
at the earliest.

No, everything's fine. Really.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Promise. I miss you, Jason.

Got this great big bed
and no one to share it with.

- What are you doing?
- Going for a walk.

- It's almost midnight!
- It's too stuffy in here.

Yeah, I'm here.

Male vocals:
Somebody's gonna hurt someone

- somebody...
- Before the night is through

somebody's gonna come undone...

You 217?

There's nothing we can do

- everybody...
- Everybody wants to touch someone...

Bartender:
Okay, Dr. Levinson, what'll it be?

Double bourbon and a beer chaser.

Everybody wants to take
a little chance

make it come out right

there's gonna be
a heartache tonight

a heartache tonight, I know...

Come on, giblet. One more time.
One more time.

I can't. Tomorrow, I promise.

It was so good.

It was so masterful.

Relentless,
but with a delicate touch.

Confident. Creative.
I was overwhelmed.

You're a true artist.

Just let me sleep a while.
Regain my strength.

Five minutes.
A grace period, if you will.

Please?

Ah, what the heck?

- Howdy.
- Huh?

Howdy. Mind if I sit here?

Sure, buddy, go ahead.

Thank you kindly... kindly.

- Two beers!
- And another double bourbon.

I got one of them sweepstakes flyers
in the mail today.

And I can't figure if it's worth
the effort to send it in.

Do you think I should bother?

Yeah, probably not.

She says she's from Paris.

I don't believe that.

Paris women...

Don't give you a hard time
like they do here.

To a Paris woman, sex is an art.

I was in Paris once with my wife.

Boy, am I glad she's dead.

One Tequila eggnog.

I had fried food again
for lunch today.

I know, I know,
I shouldn't have had it.

But I couldn't help myself.

You think I lack self-discipline?

What's wrong with me?
I'm a good-lookin' guy.

You are!

You are a good-looking guy!

And I'm a good-looking guy.

- You are.
- I am.

We're all three good-looking guys.

That's right. We are.

And it's christmastime.

And I'm gonna buy you a drink.
What are you drinking?

- Something light.
- What, like a nice chablis?

- A spritzer.
- Spritzer.

Barkeep!
Give this man a trough of spritzer.

And you, cowboy guy,
what do you want to drink?

I'll have a beer.

Get cowboy guy a beer.
It's on me tonight.

Drinks are on me. They're on me.

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire...

Jack frost nipping at your nose

yuletide Carols
being sung by a choir

and folks
dressed up like eskimos

all: Everybody knows
that Turkey and some mistletoe...

Where have you been?

This guy Jason
may be a real brain and all,

but can he do this?

Gib?

Gib, come on.

Don't worry, mom, I'll take
the garbage out in the morning.

I promise. Don't worry.

Chestnuts roasting on the fire...

- Alison, come on, let's go!
- Chaos.

- All right.
- Do you have everything?

Yes, I have everything.
You have everything.

- You sure?
- We all have everything.

- Everything's fine. Let's go.
- You can't rush me.

Under the... under the...
She's checking under the thing.

What is under there,
I don't know. She's...

The bathroom,
again with the bathroom.

You can't rush me!

We gotta travel by day,
so, let's go.

Oh, look at the time!
We gotta go!

Overseeing here,
just checking everything.

Yeah, oh, yeah, everything.
We got everything here.

We're out of here, yes.
Yes. Yes.

God, I'm starving.

- How's it feel?
- Needs more bulk.

We can't eat for 200 miles.

- What you telling me, woman?
- I worked out a schedule.

Another schedule. Great.

I computed exactly
how much money we have

and how long it's going to take
for us to get there,

and how many meals
we have to have.

It came out to one meal
every 200 miles.

After 700, though,
we can have a shack.

Oh, good. Cheetos in Albuquerque.
I can hardly wait.

- What do you think, nine months?
- More like fifteen.

Oh, oh, excellent.
Very pregnant.

Oh, yes.

What are you going to name it?

- What?
- The baby.

Oh, the baby.

Well, if it's a girl, Cynthia.

And if it's a boy... Elliot.

Those are lovely names.

"Elliot"?
You're gonna name the kid Elliot?

You can't name the kid Elliot.
No.

Elliot is a fat kid with glasses
who eats paste.

Not gonna name the kid Elliot.
Gotta give him a real name.

Gotta give him a name!

- Like Nick!
- "Nick"?

Yeah, Nick! Nick's a real name.

Nick's your buddy.
Nick's the kind of guy you can trust,

kind of guy
you can drink a beer with!

The kind of guy who doesn't mind
if you puke in his car, Nick!

- Oh, god!
- Oh, vomit, I'm sorry.

- Thank you.
- Merry Christmas to you!

Oh!

Gonna have a huge orange juice,
three eggs, two sides of bacon,

home fries, four pieces of toast...

- And then lunch!
- Wait, are you sure we can eat?

I don't know if you've gone
the full 200 miles.

I don't want to throw
your "schedule" off or anything.

Leave me alone.
I'm a pregnant woman.

- How could you lose your money?!
- I put it in my schedule book.

How could you lose
your schedule book?

That's the most important thing
in your life, that stupid little book.

You wouldn't even remember
your name without it.

Oh, this is just excellent!

I'm starving.

Thank you.

I'm freezing to death.

My feet are killing me.

I just swallowed my gum.

Your incessant complaining
isn't doing us any good.

Can't you try and look
on the bright side?

Gibson: Over there!

Over there!
There's a trailer, come on!

It's locked!

Good, this is very good.

It's important that this place should
have an airtight security system...

In the middle of nowhere!

Wait, I might have a nail file.

I have a credit card!

I have a credit card!

Credit cards work on a completely
different kind of lock.

I don't think you understand.
I have a credit card!

- You have a credit card?
- I have a credit card.

You have a credit card.

Oh... but my dad
told me specifically

I can only use it
in case of an emergency.

Well, maybe one will come up.

Gibson: Too bad this is the only place
that takes credit cards.

- Mm... real shame.
- Ooh, yeah.

Here, try some of my veal.

Mmm.
Only if you try some of this salmon.

Well, um, I'm not a big fish guy, so...
You take it, I'm not gonna eat that.

- But here, you try the, no...
- You gotta try it, it's good. Try it.

Go ahead, eat that. It's good.
I'm not gonna, I don't wanna...

- It's good, huh?
- Mm-hmm.

See, I told you.

So, you were saying?

Anyway, my father,
he grew up on a farm.

So he always thought
it was a real shame

that we only saw the suburbs.
And he used to take us

on these really great camping trips.
Want more wine?

- Mm.
- Okay.

So one night I was sleeping
in my pup tent

- with my younger brother.
- Oh, thank you.

I must have been, what,
six or seven?

And I woke up
in the middle of the night.

And I had to get outside.
I don't know why.

I mean, I just really wanted
to go outside.

It was dark...
I mean, totally dark.

Not the kind of dark it gets in the city
or even in the suburbs,

but I'm talking absolute blackness.

I mean, you couldn't see two inches
in front of your face.

But there's one thing
you could see.

Well, millions of things, really.

You could see the stars.

There were more stars out that night
than I've ever seen since.

Believe me, I've looked.

And I'm standing there,
and I'm looking up at the sky,

and I'm thinking...

That each one of these dots of light
is another world.

I didn't know the difference
between the stars and the planets then.

But it made me feel...

Really small.

Lonely. Do you know what I mean?

Yeah.

But then I thought,

"maybe on each one
of these other worlds,

there's a little kid just like me,
only he's in the shape of a sponge

or a pinball machine or something...
But whatever... but he's up there.

Maybe he's on a camping trip.
And he's looking up at the stars."

I decided...
"I want to meet this guy."

- A Rose for the lady?
- Would the lady care for a Rose?

The lady care to advance the gentleman
the cost of a Rose?

Put it on the bill.
That would be great.

For you.

- Thank you.
- Ah, it was nothing.

You don't have to sleep
on the floor.

What?

You don't have to sleep
on the floor.

Are you sure?

I won't try anything, I swear.

I trust you.

- Good night.
- Good night.

How's your lawyer?

My lawyer?

Yeah, what's his name,
Jimmy, Jeremy...

- Jason.
- Jason.

How is Jason, anyway?

Jason's fine.

I guess you really miss him.

Well, I haven't seen him
since last summer.

What's he like, Jason?

Jason is very directed.
He's a real achiever.

Right, I know,
but what is he like?

I mean, what kind of beer
does he drink?

I mean, is he funny?
Does he make you laugh?

Jason is everything
a girl looks for in a guy.

He sounds perfect.

We both want the same things
out of life, you know?

We're both gonna be lawyers.
And damn good ones.

We might even open up
a practice together.

Up in Vermont,
somewhere in the country.

I get it. Jason is
the real outdoorsy type, huh?

Clear, freshwater streams,
fragrant meadows,

- biodegradable toilet paper.
- No.

It's just that we both like
old farmhouses.

We thought it would be nice to find one
and restore it ourselves.

Jason thinks it would make
a good investment.

I just want it to be
nice and warm and cozy.

Kind of like this.

And we're both crazy
about basset hounds.

Guess that sounds
kind of tame to you, huh?

No. It sounds nice.

Good night, Alison.

Good night, gib.

Hi.

I didn't try anything, I swear.

I know.

You were on my side of the bed.

It's all right.

- Nothing happened.
- I know.

I'm... I'm just going to go
out on the veranda thing for a while.

Truck driver: Where you headed?

Los Angeles...?

It's your lucky day.
Come on, let's go.

- Oh...!
- Huh!

I got it.

So what's in California?

A girl.

What's wrong with her?

She's got a boyfriend.

Too bad.

Yeah.

So what's she like?

- Who?
- Your girlfriend.

I don't know.
I've never met her.

- You've never met her?
- Uh-uh.

Wait a minute,
you're going across the country

to see a girl you've never met?

Yeah. Well, see,
my best friend Lance set it up.

- Supposed to be a sure thing.
- A "sure thing"?

Gibson: Yeah.

A sure thing?

Mm-hmm.

A sure thing,
no questions asked,

- no... no strings attached...
- No quilt involved.

A sure thing.

Yeah.

My whole life,
I never had a sure thing.

Probably never meet her anyway.

I mean, she's gonna be gone
in 24 hours.

Look, kid, you pay for the traffic
tickets, I'll get you in the saddle.

- Yeah?
- Yeah!

Whoa!

- Alison: Thank you.
- Gibson: Yeah, thanks a lot.

Hey, I hope you fully appreciate
the magnitude

of your impending good fortune.

Oh, I do.

Bye.

Alison, where are you going?

Alison?

Hey, Alison, wait up. Alison?!

Hey, what is it with you?

You haven't said two words to me
since Arizona.

See you around.

That's it?

- "See you around”?
- Isn't that what you want?

"No questions asked,
no strings attached?

No guilt involved?"

Have fun with your "sure thing."

I bought this for you.

I bought it!

It's the thought that counts.

Jason: Well, here we are.

Oh, here.
Let me take that from you.

- It's really great to see you.
- Hmm.

I cleared out this drawer for you.

And you can use
this half of the closet.

Bought some of those hangers
you like so much.

And... well, we'll just put your bags
up there after you've unpacked.

Get them out of the way.

It's so good to see you.

Oh, look!

Flannel sheets.

You know,
the longer you use them,

the softer they get.

You know, by the time we find
our farmhouse, my goodness,

they'll be incredible,
won't they?

Alison? Are you all right?

Yes! Yes! Great!

I guess I'm just exhausted
from the trip.

- Tired?
- Yeah.

Those sheets are great.

- I know what you need.
- What?

A good hot mug of tea.
Restores both body and spirit.

Let's see what we have
this week.

Let's see,
we've got some darjeeling...

Hmm... english breakfast...

Now that's really more
of a studying tea, isn't it? Yes.

Let's see. Lapsang souchong
for those rainy mornings.

Earl grey.

Remember that camping trip
to Vermont?

Ah, of course...

China black!
How about it, Alison?

How about a good, hot mug
of China black?

Do you have any beer?

Male singer:
Well, you might think I'm crazy

- male student: Hey, over here!
- Lance: Walter Gibson.

Quick, Gibson, incoming!

Lance: Ho!

Whoo! How you doin', buddy?

- Lance, how are you, man?
- Good to see you. Looking good.

- You're looking good.
- Glad you made it.

- Welcome to California...
- I'm here.

Home of the waves and the babes.
Know what I mean?

Come on. I want you to meet
some people, okay?

- All right.
- Hey, guys. This is gib.

The guy I told you about?
Told you he'd make it.

- Male student: Hey, dude.
- Hey, hey, gib, nice to meet you.

3,000 miles just to get laid, huh?
Really respect that.

Tonight is the night, gibby!

- Merry Christmas.
- I love you.

- I don't think she believes me, man.
- Why is that, Lance? I don't know.

Aw, come on,
you are gonna love California.

You ever make it with an avocado?
Party!

Let's see, that makes 25 for me...

Plus...

43...

So, 25 plus 43 is...

Ahem. Can I borrow that?

Yes.

Sorry.

- Okay.
- Which makes the score

233 for me...

And eight for you.

Male voice: It's Friday night!

Charming.

Sounds like someone's having a party.
Let's go, it'll be fun!

You know how we feel about parties.

They're hot and loud and crowded

and the only reason anyone
goes to them is to pick someone up.

Now why would we
want to do that?

Let's go to Disneyland.

Disneyland is for children.

Well...

Let's do something pointless.
Something totally crazy.

- All right. I'll tell you what.
- What?

I'll spot you 50 points. Now that'll add
some excitement to the game.

Lance, I really don't want
to wear this stuff. I really don't.

Hey, what do you mean?
You look fantastic, gib.

Come on, come with me.
Now what's the first thing

you're gonna do
when you meet her, huh?

Shave my head and join
a polynesian monastery.

- What do you mean? What?
- Tito! Isn't that nice?

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

- Like that?
- What's going on?

I look like a moron, Lance.

What do you mean you
look like a moron? Look at me!

Oh, what? You don't like green?
Is that it? You don't like green?

- I'll get you blue. You want the red?
- I don't like the green one,

I don't want the red one,
I don't want any one.

- Oh, come on.
- Because, no, I don't.

What do you mean,
because, no, you don't?

What is... what is that?
You know what?

You happen to be developing
a very bad attitude, young man.

Oh, don't move,
'cause she's here.

It's her, man. Look.

Whew. Tonight is the first night

of the rest of your sex life,
Walter Gibson.

You're gonna kill me, Lance, but I don't
think I can go through with this.

Oh, I knew it...
The breasts are too small?

- The breasts are fine.
- Hi, Lance! How you doing?

Hi. How are you?
This is, uh, a drink for you.

Is that him?

- Yeah.
- He's cute.

Yeah, well, he's kind of
going through a little...

A little climate adjustment.

And so, uh, we're gonna
be with you in just a minute, okay?

So, why don't you just go over there
and look for something?

- Okay?
- All right.

Great. I love you, babe.
Mmm, you look good.

Hey, hey. What's the problem?
What's wrong with you?

I don't know, Lance. I mean...

I'm almost 19, I mean
maybe I'm getting too old for this.

Gib, what do you want?
A goddamn relationship?

I don't know what I want.
Maybe it's a moral issue.

Moral issue?

Hey, this is Lance
you're talking to, man.

You have no morals.

Hey, look, you're just
in a slump, that's all.

It happens to the best of us.
It could happen to me someday.

I doubt it, but it could.

- You nervous?
- Get out, get out.

You're-you're nervous
'cause you haven't done it in a while.

- Get out.
- It's like riding a bike, you know?

You just gotta climb on
and keep pedaling.

And wear something white at night.

Gib, you want a relationship,
that's fine.

Just remember that every relationship
starts with a one-night stand.

You came 3,000 miles
for a reason, didn't you?

Would you look at that reason?

Go for it, gib.
You've earned it.

- Lance, you're right.
- That's right.

- I'm not being unfaithful to anyone.
- No.

Hell, I could use a torrid night
of cheap, meaningless lust.

That's right, buddy.
There you go.

Look at these people.

They probably think
they're having a good time.

Male singer:
Penny lover, don't walk on by

- penny lover, don't you make me cry...
- Let's dance.

- Since when do you like to dance?
- Since tonight.

You're the only girl that I adore

the first time I saw you...

- Sure thing: That's a nice shirt.
- Singer: Oh, you looked so fine...

Gibson: Hawaii.

One day you'd be mine...

It's been a long time
since I held you like this.

I know.

Singer: Honey, you came along
and captured my heart...

Lance said you're very shy
around girls.

Did he mention
what a great dancer I am?

No.

Singer: When I'm all alone,
it's you that I miss

girl, a love like yours
is hard to resist...

Gibson: What else did Lance
tell you about me?

Sure thing:
He says you're a real gourmet.

- Oh, yeah?
- And you're a virgin.

What?

He thinks you might be gay!

- Shh! Don't say that.
- I didn't say it. Lance said it.

Male singer: Lights out!
Uh-huh! Blast, blast, blast...

Excuse me, won't you?

I have to go kick the shit
out of someone.

Just one second.

- You told her I was a virgin?
- So I exaggerated a little.

Girls like virgins.
They find them a challenge.

- You told her I was gay!
- It's a bigger challenge.

Keep your shirt on, buddy.
You're doing great.

Now if you'll excuse me,
I see a sweet young thing

whose sarong needs adjusting.

- Miss...?
- Get out of my life!

Dancing in the dark

to the radio of love

dancing in the dark

to the radio of love...

Excuse me, I would like
to get some punch.

Oh, please, allow me.

- Oh, well, thank you.
- You're very welcome.

Mm, she's got lovely skin.

And so much of it.

She happens to be an excellent judge
of quality shirtwear.

Oh, well she should try
wearing one sometime.

Would you like a cup for Justin?

- Jason.
- Whatever. He probably eats paste.

Justin is twice the man
that you will ever be.

- Jason.
- He's loyal, he's trustworthy.

- He's...
- Housebroken?

Alison.

Do you know this... person?

- No, not really.
- Would you like a drink?

- No, thank you.
- Okay.

Jason, let's go to bed.

Careful, Jason,
she hogs all the blankets.

Well, you snore!

Not tonight I won't.

I'm sorry to have
kept you waiting.

How would you like to go up
to Lance's room for a drink?

- All right.
- Let's go.

Good night.

Dancing in the dark...

- He doesn't even know that girl!
- How do you know that guy?

It was all set up by his friend!

He thinks love is something
you order on the phone like a pizza!

How do you know he snores?

And he thinks he knows everything
about the stars,

but he doesn't even know that cassiopeia
is the mother of Andromeda!

How does he know
you hog the blankets?

You should see the crap he eats.
Cheese balls and beer for breakfast?!

How do you know
what he eats for breakfast?

Blast, blast, blast

lights out! Uh-huh!
Blast, blast, blast...

Come on in.

You wanna sit down?

- Do you want me to?
- Yeah, why don't you sit down?

- All right.
- All right.

- Do you want a drink?
- Sure.

Sure.

- Great.
- Great.

Thanks.

Oh! It's strong!

Yeah.

Lance sure does drink
a lot of beer.

Yeah.

A lot of it's imported.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Why, don't I look fine?
- I don't know, it just seems like...

Well, I'm not.

- Is it that girl at the punch bowl?
- No.

No, it's nothing.

Particularly not that girl
at the punch bowl.

Why didn't you tell me about him?

Because he's not worth mentioning.

He's a creep.

You made love to him,
didn't you?

- Did you make love to him?
- No.

- Honest?
- Honest.

Do you love him?

Yeah, I know.
The "cure" didn't work, les...

- Hey, buddy.
- Hey.

No, I had to go to the library.
I'm really behind.

That's what I should have done.
I didn't study at all this vacation.

Me, neither.

Want some?

Professor Taub:
Good morning, everybody.

Alison, you're going to have to
talk to me sooner or later.

- No, thank you.
- Taub: All right. Here we go.

I've got a very pleasant surprise today.

It comes from a very unlikely source.

Walter Gibson.

It is called, "the sure thing."

"'It could be tonight, ' he thought,

as he stood in the corner,
pretending to have a good time.

He would meet her tonight.

All his young life,
he had dreamed of a girl like this...

5'6", long, silky hair...

Trim, nubile body."

Nubile, by the way,
is spelled with a "u."

"Nubile body that really knew
how to move,

and soft, deeply tanned skin.

And I guess for personality traits,
she needed only one...

She had to love sex,
and all the time."

Male classmate: Yeah!

"To arrive at this moment,

he had traveled vast distances,
enduring many hardships...

Abject poverty, starvation,

show tunes... you name it.

From across the room, he saw her.
She was perfect.

He knew almost nothing about her,
and she didn't know much more about him.

It was exactly
how it was supposed to be.

He brought her to his room.

The lights were soft,
the moment was right...

And she leaned over
and whispered in his ear...

'Do you love me?'

thoughts raced through his mind...

'Did she really want him?

What had he done
to deserve this bounty?

Does god exist?

Who invented liquid soap and why?'

'do you love me?"

Staring into her eyes, he knew
that she really needed to hear it.

And for the first time
in his life he knew

these were no longer just words.

And if he said it,

it would be a lie.

'Do you love me?' She whispered.

'Do you love me?'

it would not be tonight.

The answer was, 'no mm

male classmate:
He was a traitor!

Male classmate:
You blew it, man!

You didn't sleep with her?

Still seeing Jason?

Broke up.

That's too bad.

You didn't sleep with her.

She wasn't my type.

Male singer:
Just because you're near

the cold nights grow warmer

heaven's not so far away

whisper in my ear

gentle is the darkness

keep your secrets here

girl, then dream on

then dream on

dreaming all the world's an actor

in your play

it can all go your way

Dreaming all of this magnificence
is yours

it will never slip away

slip away

Just because you're near

nothing seems to matter

just the softness of your hair

let it all in here

gentle is the darkness

filled with your perfume

girl, then dream on

then dream on

dreaming all the world's an actor

in your play

it can all go your way

hey, dream on

dreaming all of this magnificence
is yours

it will never slip away

slip away.

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