California Dreaming (1979) - full transcript
Young T.T. comes from Chicago to spend the summer in California. He slowly becomes "California-ized," while learning about love and life in the Golden State.
♪ Ooooh ooooh ♪
♪ Ooooh oooh oooh ♪
♪ Oooooh ooooh ♪
♪ Come on and get ready ♪
♪ I'm comm' down ♪
♪ I can't take enough of the city ♪
♪ I'm tired of being pushed around ♪
♪ I'm packin' up my
bags and I'm leavin' ♪
♪ To find a new place of my own ♪
♪ And I'm really
not still believin' ♪
♪ That I'm so far from home ♪
♪ Come on ♪
♪ And get ready ♪
♪ I'm on my way ♪
♪ I don't worry 'bout tomorrow ♪
♪ I'm gonna live just for today ♪
♪ You know it's the same old story ♪
♪ But now I got a different song ♪
♪ I got no need to worry ♪
♪ Because I know
what's right and wrong ♪
♪ So, come on and get ready ♪
♪ Come on ♪
♪ And get ready ♪
♪ Come on ♪
♪ And get ready ♪
♪ Come on ♪
♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa
whoa, whoa, whoa ♪
♪ Come on ♪
♪ Whoa whoa whoa whoa ♪
♪ Get ready, come on ♪
♪ Come on, get ready ♪
♪ I'm comm' down ♪
♪ I can't take enough of the city ♪
♪ I'm tired of being pushed around ♪
♪ Come on, get ready ♪
Howdy, pard.
T.T.'s the name.
Just blew in from the Windy City.
Chi Town.
I just fell by the Golden
State to check out the scene
and hear some of those
cool West Coast sounds.
I was wondering if you could direct me
to the local jazz spots
so I could dig some of those hot licks.
Duke's.
He knows all about that stuff.
Copacetic.
Jackson, definitely Jackson.
Hear that riff?
Hey, kid, how did you get in here?
Man, you got everybody on this thing.
Yeah.
I came in to dig the sounds
and check out the local scene.
Well, this is it, but
we're not really opened yet.
You blow trumpet?
Not really.
It's my brother's axe.
Your brother's axe?
He left it to me.
He died.
Where's the rest of it?
In there, along with his recordings.
Originals.
Original whats?
Recordings.
Stuff that he played on gigs.
Yeah?
I'd like to hear 'em sometime.
How about now?
I brought 'em with me
all the way from Chi.
You brought these all
the way from Chicago?
Along with his axe.
My brother Phil?
He was always talkin' about the ocean,
and how he'd like to
be able to see the ocean
and play his trumpet at the same time.
So I thought If I could go
where I could see the ocean,
and play one of his recordings-
We'll listen to 'em later,
but right now I got a lot of things
to finish up before I open.
Copacetic.
Copacetic?
Come on, Fay, we're only halfway.
Bullshit!
Fay!
Bullshit!
This running is total bullshit.
Don't you wanna stay in shape?
No.
Come on, Fay.
Blow it!
I'm tired of suckin' in my stomach
and pushin' out my boobs all clay long.
Who's lookin' anyway?
Plenty of people.
Name 10.
Come on in the water, you'll love it.
God, I hate that.
It's so dumb.
What?
You don't like them, with their Clairol
and their little cliques
and their special words?
"Bitchin', man.
"You know."
"Gnarly.
"For sure."
Honey, surfers are the
Shriners of the beach.
But we can't disappoint them.
Come on, we gotta keep
in shape for the Shriners.
Yoo-hoo, surfer boys!
Hey, bitchin', man.
Your brother was good.
Pretty snappy dolls, huh?
Well, the young one's my daughter.
The older one's my ex-wife.
Corky's stepmother.
You get any funny ideas in your head,
you better forget 'em.
You stayin' with relatives?
I mean, you got people out here?
I got a room in my
house, I just, you know,
kinda store stuff in but if, uh,
you'd like to bunk there for
a clay or two, you're welcome.
Really?
Sure.
♪ Hear the music start to go ♪
♪ Comin' at ya let
it flow inside you ♪
♪ Everybody's dancin' ♪
♪ Now it's movin' nice and slow ♪
♪ Gonna get ya, just let go ♪
♪ Surrender ♪
♪ Everybody's dancin' ♪
Is that okay?
Mmm-hmm.
♪ No one's ever escapin' ♪
♪ Gonna dance side to side ♪
Michael.
Thanks a lot.
It's good for you.
I'm gonna kill him!
Oh, it's getting' gnarly out there.
Too many kooks.
We ought to go to Rincon.
Hi, Marsha.
Hey, Tenner, wanna go to Rincon?
No, there's too many kooks.
Not at Rincon.
Anybody wanna go to Rincon?
Did you hear about the
Borrego Beach contest?
They increased the first
place money to 2,000 bucks.
Huh, I wonder what I'll buy with that.
Forget it, Chapman,
that's my ticket to Hawaii.
Oh, you going to the islands, Tenner?
Yeah, for the winter surf.
Mmm.
That'll be great.
Stephanie'll be there at the same time.
Yeah, won't that be fun?
Spike it, spike it.
A little help?
I can't stand it.
The virgin princess.
She'll never get laid as
long as her old man's around.
Doesn't anybody wanna go to Rincon?
I don't care if his brother
was John Philip Sousa!
It's my last month here.
You promised we'd spend
some time together.
It's just until he fulfills
his spiritual mission.
So, play the damn record
and send him back to the Windy City.
Corky, Corky, my clear!
A young man with a horn.
A career, nay, a life,
tragically truncated.
A loss we all must bear.
Well, I think I can bear it.
Just like your stepmother.
No music, you know.
No romance.
Great tits, though.
Duke!
Uh, I'm just thinkin' out loud.
Well, I'll tell you one thing,
I'm not gonna be the one
who cleans up after him.
Of course not.
Or cooks for him.
I'm sure he'd never ask.
Maybe you could kinda
take him around with you,
show him the ropes?
The hell I will!
Why don't you?
He's your age.
He's a wimp!
He's got a dumb haircut, he's not tan,
he wears stupid clothes, he's icky!
Hi.
What's for dinner?
Good morning.
Time to hit the heavies.
Yeah.
Fay, my Hawaiian lei.
That was funny, Rick.
Thanks.
When you goin' to the islands?
Any clay now.
That's what you told me last year.
Rick!
Hey, Corrine, I love the
way you held my onions.
Next time, he wants you
to hold his pickle, too.
You guys are so gross!
"You guys are so gross!"
You are, you know?
"You are, you know?"
Earl?
Earl?
Mmm, got the flowers on today.
Earl Fescue.
Oh, you are so gross.
I've seen 'em plenty of times.
Oh, really?
Well, maybe you don't
need to see 'em anymore.
Oh, shoot, Cor.
Hi, Jordy.
Corrine, Corrine, short order angel.
God's gift to a hungry man.
Just got 15 coats of
lacquer on her last week.
Oh, It's so choice, Jordy.
I think you really need
a car like this, Corrine.
Don't you think she'd look
fantastic driving around
in a car like this, Earl?
Uh-huh.
Go ahead, Corrine, sit in it.
Oh, Earl.
It's so cherry.
Sure is a fine short, man.
Go ahead and sit in it, Earl.
Don't hand me no paper bags, man.
It's just my lunch, Ruben!
I don't know what's in there.
Could be trouble.
It's a double cheeseburger,
fries, and a malt.
Okay, okay.
As long as I know.
Oh, Earl, don't you just love It?
Man, if I had a car like
this, I'd just drive and drive.
I'd never stop!
You gotta stop for gas.
Yeah, but I'd stay in it, see.
Fill her up, buddy, and roll on out.
A guy could live in a car like this.
Hey, you know, man, we could really
cherry this son of a bitch up.
Nose it, deck it,
french the tail lights,
two times the pipes.
Louver the hood, tuck
and roll the interior.
It could look so fine!
You know.
Earl, I've always admired
that Pontiac of yours.
A real classic, in the making, you know?
Huh?
Geez, man, this car's a bitch.
It's got the V8 mill, bored and stroke
with bully rings, roller rockers.
Exactly.
Exactly.
A classic.
Which has got me into thinking,
I'd like to own a car like that.
It's one of a kind.
Now, you like this car, right?
And I like your car.
Maybe we could work something out.
Oh, um, my car ain't worth a third
of what this car is worth.
Oh, I wasn't thinking of a trade.
More of a kind of bet.
A challenge, really.
Yeah?
Yeah.
A test of stamina and endurance.
A test of staying power.
You stay in your Pontiac till Labor Day
and the 'Vette's yours.
You leave it, anytime
before, for any reason,
and I get your wheels.
He means it, Earl.
If you don't think you can do it-
Can't do it?
You're on.
Hey.
What is that?
It's what everybody wears to the lake.
Oh, God, where'd you get it?
Freesley's on 4th and Sycamore.
Oh, come on, I gotta get on the list
if I'm gonna play today.
I won't get in your way, I promise.
All right, just walk behind me.
Mr. Slusarski.
Mr. Slusarski, are you mad at me?
Aw, no, you're here now,
and you gotta show 'em
what you got.
Nice serve!
Geez.
There's banana bread for dessert.
Hear that, champ?
Banana bread.
For el grandebanana.
Great, did you make it?
Are you kidding?
That's what the cook is for.
It so happens that I did make it myself.
Homemade banana bread, champ.
Hey!
Yeah.
It's nice.
Hey, hey!
I was only kidding!
Good stuff.
♪ Keep it in the family ♪
♪ They'll always love you at home ♪
Waxin' the old stick, huh?
Gettin' ready to go
out there and surf ride.
Must be a way-out feelin',
glidin' along on that foamy brine.
I'm sorry.
Honestly, Rick!
When you do stuff like that,
I, I don't understand you.
Sometimes you can be so sweet to me
and then, and then you're so cruel.
Goodness, Ricky, stop it!
Stop it, you'll hurt yourself.
I am cruel, I know that!
Oh, God, I just wish that,
I'm just not good enough
for you, Stephanie.
Don't say that anymore, it's stupid!
Hi.
Tony Thompson.
Call me T.T.
We're kinda busy.
So, we'll see ya.
Bye.
Okay, sure, I'll see ya.
Bye.
I'll see ya.
Kook.
Beach is fillin' up with kooks.
♪ When you wake up in the morning ♪
♪ And the thing is lookin' good ♪
♪ Don't go blamin' me
for all you're worth ♪
♪ Don't you know, it can't be true ♪
♪ If you're feelin'
that I'm bad for you ♪
♪ And you're wishin'
we were through ♪
♪ Take a lesson from
a guy who knows ♪
♪ I got a message just for you ♪
♪ Gotta see it, baby, my way ♪
♪ Stop your thinkin',
it's the sly way ♪
♪ All I'm askin'
for is time to say ♪
♪ Try to see it ♪
All right, you little bastard!
Goddamn pervert!
I'm sick and tired
of you hangin' around,
it was a bunch of little kids!
I'm going to tell your mother!
Hey, lady.
Come back, I'm gonna teach you a lesson.
Leave me alone.
Lady, help!
Mr. Slusarski!
Come back here, I'm going
to teach you a lesson!
Shut up!
Now you're busted.
Mr. Slusarski!
I finally caught one
of you little creeps.
I see you there now.
Just stay right where you are.
Fay?
No, no!
Is that funny, Chuck?
I couldn't get her to go
into that boat for years.
Hey.
Hey, hey, I, I didn't do anything.
This time you're gonna
pay for damagin' my place,
or I'm callin' the cops.
But I didn't do anything.
Welcome aboard.
I finally found one of
these little schmucks
peepin' in my place.
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,
this is Bart Tobline from TV News 6
here at Womack's Garage,
witnessing the most exciting
event that has occurred
at State Beach in many a year.
The windows have been barred.
The doors, sealed.
Even the trunk has been
welded shut as a stipulation
in this unusual wager.
Earl Fescue, a gas station attendant
from Venice, California,
will literally be the
prisoner of his own automobile
for the next month and a half.
Let's cut it, Charlie, and
move the cameras over there.
Excuse me, kid.
You know I'm gonna see you every clay.
And I'm gonna bring you all your meals,
and I'm gonna do your laundry.
Aw!
Well, it's the least I can do, hon.
You know, considering all
that you're doing for us.
Piece of cake!
Six weeks from now,
you and me are gonna be
tooling around in that 'Vette
with four on the floor.
And I'm gonna be waiting for you, honey.
Just waiting for the
clay they cut you out.
Psst!
Psst!
Hey, man,
you get too crazy in there,
I know a chick who'll
do you through the bars.
Ruben!
Coming through, Corrine!
Cowabunga!
Had about six of these already.
Got plenty more where
they came from, bro.
You guys are real buddies.
I didn't know I had
so many real buddies.
You won't leave me, will you, buddies?
Well, when it gets gnarly,
we'll be here, babes!
I think I gotta go to the bathroom.
And there's no way he
can possibly get out?
Not unless he gets one
of these little mothers.
Sorry, man, you know.
I've gotta admit it, you
did a really nice job.
Thanks.
How are you doing with
that story of yours?
Okay-
Look, I'll try
and get over and fix that
hole in the wall tomorrow.
And the sink.
Damn, I gotta fix the sink.
I had it fixed three months ago.
You did?
Well, when I get this tub finished,
I'll have a lot more time, yeah.
More time.
Got a lot of things
I've been meaning to do.
Like what?
Like, take a vacation, go somewhere.
How can you take a
vacation from a vacation?
Oh, all right, that's good, Fay.
I guess what it boils down to,
everything's right here, right?
I don't think so.
I knew that.
So, when you going to Hawaii?
One of these years.
Well, if you're still around
when I finish this thing,
I'll sail you over, free of charge.
I know what you want.
Yeah?
What?
Someone to row.
Sure.
Row.
Hey, did I ever tell you
I was in the Olympics?
1956, Helsinki.
The Olympics?
Uh-huh.
Helsinki, 1956.
Fish?
Slusars.
Screwed the entire
Australian women's diving team
the night before the finals,
their 100 meters backstroke.
Came fourth.
I bet you did.
Hey, look.
See that?
Anything for a dame, huh?
Ruben, I'm going crazy in here!
Hey, man, I'm gonna level with you,
as your personal manager.
Shoot.
Buddy!
You're gonna get rich!
You got a career to think about.
A career?
In advertising!
What we're developing here
is the most important
aspect of the game.
Touch.
It's all in the fingers.
I can't do it.
I can't do it.
I'm just not from here!
Look, boy, all I'm trying to do
is develop your volleyball skills.
Yeah, well, to tell you the truth,
I'm not so sure I care to develop them.
Oh, yes, you do!
You know why?
Ass!
All I'm trying to do
is get you some ass!
You're standing on the A Court.
No volleyball court in the country
has the prestige of the
A Court at State Beach!
It is a privilege!
Nay, it's an honor to play
volleyball on the A Court.
It's also a great way to get laid!
No offense, boy,
but you've been here for
more than a month now,
and you ain't had tit one, am I right?
Develop your touch,
learn to play volleyball.
Anything can happen.
Strength.
Strength and sensitivity.
That's how you touch the ball,
and that's how you touch women.
The more women you touch,
the better your fingers get.
More sensitive, see?
The more sensitive your fingers are,
the better you play volleyball.
The better you play volleyball,
the more women you get to touch!
That's why volleyball's
the world's greatest sport!
Look at it!
Hug it!
Little chickies!
I love it!
Oh, kiss it!
Love it!
Hug it!
Look at that little round
thing comin' right up to you!
It just bounces back.
That's It!
What are you doing?
Practicing.
Getting the ol' fingers in shape!
Hey, you got lipstick up your nose.
Where are you goin'?
Got a hot date?
It's none of your business.
I think my fingers are beginning to get
more sensitive, you know?
Hmm, I'm sure.
Got that ol' soft touch
down pretty good now.
Won't be long now before these fingers
will be touching stuff
left and, uh, right.
Right.
Yeah.
T.T.?
You wanna blow a number?
Sure.
What do you wanna hear?
Hey, what's that stuff on your shoulder?
Looks like you got dumped on.
Hi.
Hey.
Jerry, that cop was lookin' at me,
what am I supposed to do?
Look cool.
You just walk.
Hey, who's that dorky kid?
I didn't know he knew those guys.
♪ All the leaves are brown,
all the leaves are brown ♪
♪ And the sky is gray,
and the sky is gray ♪
♪ I went for a walk,
I went for a walk ♪
♪ On a winter's clay,
on a winter's clay ♪
♪ If I didn't tell her,
if I didn't tell her ♪
Hey, isn't that your chick?
Used to be.
Far out.
♪ On such a winter's clay ♪
♪ I stopped into a church,
I stopped into church ♪
♪ I passed along the way,
I passed along the way ♪
♪ You know I got down on my
knees, got down on my knees ♪
♪ And I began to
pray, I began to pray ♪
♪ Oh the preacher likes the
cold, preacher likes the cold ♪
♪ He knows I'm gonna stay,
knows I'm gonna stay ♪
♪ California dreamin',
California dreamin' ♪
♪ On such a winter's clay ♪
♪ All the leaves are brown ♪
Only a few of the best and the craziest
can shoot the pier at
Huntington, on a clay like this.
One is Tray Wilson,
the other is Bob Grinnell.
Grinnell wisely bales out.
♪ If I didn't tell her,
if I didn't tell her ♪
♪ I could leave today,
I could leave today ♪
♪ Oh, California dreamin',
California dreamin' ♪
♪ On such a winter's clay ♪
♪ California dreamin' ♪
♪ On such a winter's clay ♪
♪ On such a winter's clay ♪
♪ Just when everything
was turning upside down ♪
♪ And all my dreams of love
kept spinning round and round ♪
♪ There you were ♪
♪ There you were ♪
♪ Close to me ♪
♪ Now I'm in love again ♪
♪ Yesterday was just
an ordinary clay ♪
♪ But that was long before
I heard you start to say ♪
♪ Come to me ♪
♪ Come to me ♪
♪ Don't break my heart ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm In love again ♪
Hi.
Do you surf?
Huh?
Uh-huh.
Volleyball.
Shh.
Come on, man.
God damn it.
Lend a hand, champ?
Get the old kook in the car?
No.
No, no, no, no.
Come on.
♪ And they come too fast ♪
♪ You see they're caught between ♪
♪ Keep it in the backseat ♪
♪ You got no reason to go ♪
♪ In the backseat ♪
♪ That's where you're never alone ♪
Thanks, chief.
See you on the beach.
Sure.
I'll probably see you on the A Court.
Guy, do you know Ricky Chapman?
And Mike Neighbors?
Mike and Rick, uh, sure!
Sure, old Mike and old Rick, yeah.
Mike and, uh, and Rick.
Stokin'.
Plus!
What's he like?
Oh, which one?
Ricky Chapman.
What's he like?
Rick Chapman, uh, yeah.
What's he like?
Rick, uh,
well, he's just a regular bitchin' guy.
I mean, we hang 10 a
lot, shoot the curl,
give each other pointers.
Oh!
Stokin' plus.
Come on, damn it!
Are you sure this thing still works?
Works?
Are you kidding?
This is solid redwood,
not one of your candy-ass
styrofoam toothpicks
these hoopsters splash
around with today.
This is a real surfboard!
Ah!
God!
What?
Foot.
Oh.
Did anybody ever really surf on this?
Did,
George Freeth surfed on this board!
You ever heard of George Freeth?
Mmm-mmm.
Well, some accounts
mistakenly give Freeth credit
for reviving the lost
art of surf ridin'.
However, I preceded Freeth
by some eight months,
surfing before a crowd
at the Redondo Beach
Baths one cold winter clay.
I taught George Freeth how to surf,
and this is the very board we used.
Does it still float?
Float?
In those days, boy, we
built things to last!
Redwood!
Solid!
Do you feel it?
Solid redwood!
Borrego Beach is next week.
Yeah, wanna go down a clay early.
Check it out?
Yeah.
Hey, Champ!
That's the kook!
Oh, man, ignore him.
Hi.
You guys been shootin' the curl?
What are you riding on, an iron lung?
It's a surfboard.
Outside!
Hey, you guys, what am
I supposed to do now?
Take the third wave.
They were better outside.
Yeah.
They shut off though, for awhile.
Where is he?
There he is!
Come on.
I got your leg.
Come on.
Hey, you're gonna be all right, Chief.
You okay?
Yeah, I don't think I did that right.
Yeah.
I think I'd better show you a few things
before you kill yourself.
Crazy, man.
Your mother tells me you
don't wanna go to Hawaii.
What happened?
I just don't wanna go.
Anyway, no one ever asked
me what I wanted to do.
All right.
I'll ask you.
What would you like to do?
Stay here.
You can't stay here!
Well, then I want you
to take Ricky with us.
Would it be asking too much
if we meet this young man first?
You mean he can come?
Let me meet him first, then we'll see.
Oh, Daddy!
We're having a party, invite him.
Oh, thank you!
Oh, Ricky, it's gonna be so beautiful.
We'll be able to go everywhere together.
Yeah, everywhere.
Makaha, Makapuu, Waimea
Bay, the Pipeline.
Mmm.
Jesus Christ.
And you don't mind that Daddy wants you
to come to dinner, do you?
It's the only thing he asked from me.
Hey, I can handle it.
I'll put on my formal
T-shirt and my tennies
and just bomb right on through.
No problem.
Anyway, it's what, three weeks away?
Mmm-hmm.
Hi.
Uh-
Can I come in?
She thought Mike was here.
Oh.
Can you believe that?
Hey.
There's nothing going on there.
Nothing.
I mean that.
Nothing.
Tenner.
Do I have to wear this thing?
It's hot in here.
Two hours out there and you'll be cold.
Even in the wetsuit.
Use that one.
It's time to hit the heavies.
Hey.
Come on!
♪ You ♪
♪ Say you know what to do ♪
♪ You ♪
♪ Always go sailing through ♪
♪ Oh, well ♪
♪ Maybe you'll do all right ♪
♪ But you're not
quite out of sight ♪
♪ Soon, I'm gonna make my move ♪
♪ Soon, something I got to prove ♪
♪ Now, maybe you're ridin' high ♪
♪ But in my own good time
I'm gonna pass you by ♪
♪ You ♪
♪ Tell me you gotta feel ♪
♪ You ♪
♪ Know when the feeling's real ♪
♪ Well, you may be the better bet ♪
♪ But it's not over yet ♪
♪ Soon, I'm gonna make my run ♪
♪ Soon, I've only just begun ♪
♪ Now, maybe you're ridin' high ♪
♪ But in my own good time
I'm gonna pass you by ♪
You mean that he told you
he taught George Freeth how to surf?
Yes.
Oh, listen, man.
Duke Slusarski is the biggest
bullshit artist on the beach.
Probably told you he
was in the Olympics.
Right?
1956?
Helsinki.
Uh-huh.
Well, the 1956 Olympics
were held in Melbourne, man.
Not Helsinki.
Yeah, but he's a nice guy.
He's a pimp.
Why do you hate Duke?
I don't hate him.
He's just an old goon,
living in the past.
He doesn't know what's happening today.
And it sure as hell
ain't volleyball, man.
Borrego's always breaking
at least five feet this time of year.
Yeah, and it's always full of nooky.
All right!
Throw the brakes on.
Let me out of here.
Hell, this doesn't look so tough.
They're pretty far apart.
You could drive a freighter through it.
I just hope it picks up for the contest.
Surf's always good for the contest.
This is gonna be my last contest, Rick.
Right.
I'm serious.
I'm getting too old.
I'm gonna start my own
business making boards.
You're gonna be a capitalist, huh?
I guess so.
Aw, hell.
Tenner, you're just a
dumb, little surf dope.
Well, I know what I am.
Since when are you Mr.
Responsibility, anyway, huh?
I'm gonna marry Marsha.
Marsha?
That punchboard?
Shut up, Rick.
Shut the hell up, all right?
Hey, I'm telling you,
Tenner, I know Marsha.
She drops her drawers
for the Easter bunny!
You little mother!
Hey, I'm bleeding!
Hey, you guys!
What are you doing?
Wait, wait.
You guys are friends!
You guys are friends!
Don't fight!
You guys are friends!
Don't fight!
Tenner, please.
♪ Never seemed like
a long, long time ♪
♪ Said we'd wait and see ♪
♪ There's a part of
me wanting to be free ♪
♪ And again, it was
good for you and me ♪
♪ Said goodbye and
we're on your way ♪
Look, I'm not really a
famous surfer or anything.
I don't care.
I mean, I never won any contests.
So what?
You don't mind?
I think you're cute as hell.
Come on.
God.
♪ Come on, get ready ♪
♪ Come on ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Come on, get ready ♪
♪ Come on, oooh, ooh ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Come on, get ready ♪
♪ Come on, get ready ♪
♪ Come on, come on get ready ♪
♪ Come on, get ready ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Come on, get ready ♪
♪ Come on, oooh ooh ♪
♪ Come on, get ready ♪
♪ Come on ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
Hi.
Hi.
You playin' in the tournament?
Uh-huh.
Where were you last night?
We came down early.
Rick, and me, and Tenner.
Rick Chapman?
Uh-huh.
He's teaching me how to surf.
How to surf, or how to be a surfer?
A little bit of both.
Mmm-hmm.
Hey, where you going?
I can see you're going to
end up just like your idol.
Listen.
You been puttin' me down ever
since the clay I got here.
I mean, maybe I'm not
the cool, bitchin',
kind of California guy that you like.
But it doesn't mean that we
couldn't be friends, does it?
I mean, you haven't
said one nice word to me
since I met you.
So if my friends don't
meet with your approval,
you can just take the goddamn
volleyball and stick it.
Well, I see you got yourself
one of these little fairy wands, huh?
Looks a little unstable to me, but, ah!
To each his own.
These kids think they're so hot stuff.
Shooting the pier.
Hell, George Freeth and me used
to shoot the pier at Malibu.
And Malibu's much harder
to shoot than this.
You could sail a goddamn
freighter through here.
Boy, I remember one
rare, tropical storm.
George and me, we were both
in love with the same woman.
Corky's mother.
We had a-
You guys gonna shoot the pier?
Looks pretty gnarly.
I don't know.
Tenner wants to win the contest.
He's playin' it safe.
Right, Tenner?
Old Tenner wants the trophy
and the big bucks so he can get married.
Married!
Yeah, haven't you heard?
Tanner's gonna marry Marsha.
You guys are so candy-assed!
I can't believe it!
Gettin' married, goin' back to school.
Yeah, well there's more
to life than surfing.
Oh, Jesus!
You guys depress the hell out of me!
There are cameras all over the beach!
Bruce Brown is down here!
Don't you wanna be in a movie?
Hey, I'll shoot the pier.
There just hasn't been
a big enough wave yet.
Well, Tenner's not taking
off on the big ones.
He's just racking up
points for style today.
Rick.
Why don't you just eat it?
Hey, if you lost your balls, Tenner,
don't take it out on me.
Tenner!
Tenner!
Tenner!
Tenner!
Hey, buddy!
Hey, take it easy with him, you guys.
Tenner, come on.
My arm!
My arm!
Jesus, that goddamn Neighbors faded me!
Tenner hit the pier!
♪ There's a picture that I carry ♪
Shit, man!
Stay out of that ocean!
Don't know what's in there.
Could be anything.
They got some bad-ass
fishes in there, man.
Eat your damn leg, your
whole toes, everything, man!
Stay out of the ocean.
I'll kill her!
That's another thing, man.
Stay away from chicks.
They are bad news, man!
Bad news.
I'll kill him!
I'll kill them both!
Hey, Earl, you want some pretzels?
What I wanna do
is to send that rich kid on
a little trip to fist city!
Only a chick could make
a guy blow his cool.
There ain't nothing worse
than blowing your cool!
That's absolutely true.
There is a ring of truth in
what you have said, Ruben.
Virgins!
Don't go messing with no virgins, man!
They're trouble.
But there is one way to do a virgin.
How's that?
Jump her!
She's walking along.
Blam!
You follow her under
a tree, like a snake.
Then what?
Wrestle.
Them virgins love to wrestle.
I wrestled a virgin once for three hours
in the back seat of a '53 old Fiesta,
with a Hirsch shifter,
twin-deck magnetos
with the gasket roller rockers.
What happened?
Did 143 in the quarter mile!
And ET of 9.02!
No, with the virgin!
Oh, yeah.
Well, she beat me twice, man.
But it was worth it.
I got some tit!
Yeah?
Bare?
Almost!
All right!
Now's your chance!
T.T.!
Are you all right?
Goddamn you, T.T.!
Ow!
Ah!
How about, how about
best two out of three?
And this is our
15-year-old, Missy.
She's been at Southampton all summer.
She's going to the islands with us.
Hi.
Hi.
Why don't you take
off your tie and relax?
Missy's dying to go surfing, Stephanie.
Maybe you and Rick
can take her with you?
Bitchin'!
Sure.
Hey.
Remember the clay we won this?
First one.
Isn't that the one you bought
from Gene Selznik for five bucks?
Hey, Fay, I never bought any trophies.
I'm kidding.
I'm kidding.
Son of a gun.
Come on.
Help me celebrate.
What?
I sold the bar.
Yeah, sure.
I sold the Vista Del Mar, right, Chuck?
Bullshit.
Hey, I'm not kidding.
I'm gonna sail a boat to Hawaii.
Hawaii?
Hawaii.
That's great, Duke.
I'm sure you'll have a wonderful time.
I'm sure we will.
How long will it take you to pack?
You want me to go with you?
You think I'd go without you, baby?
You've always wanted this.
We're not married anymore.
Jesus, Fay.
That I know.
I mean, it's been five years.
Listen, I have things to do here.
I have a shop.
I can't just-
Oh, cut it out.
Well, you sell the shop.
I mean, what are you gonna do?
Sell bikinis the rest of your life?
Just sell the shop.
Just sell it.
Yeah, just sell it.
We'll have a great time together.
Why didn't you ask me
this three years ago?
Didn't have the guts.
But I'm doing it now.
Come on.
Come on.
Come.
Don't do that.
I have to think about it, you know.
So think about it.
Okay, I'll go with you.
ls somebody in there?
Whatever.
Hi.
Hey.
She's just a kid.
I blew it, didn't I?
I knew it.
God, I blew the whole damn thing.
Oh, honey.
I'm sorry.
Oh, Jesus.
Stephanie!
Stephanie, look!
You're not in my league
and I realize that now.
I'm just not good enough for you.
You deserve much better.
How are you feeling, hmm?
Great!
No problem!
Rick!
Surf's up!
I'm sorry, Daddy.
Well, he was nervous.
Young man.
Reminds me of the way
I was not so long ago.
Daddy-
He can go.
All I wanted to do was meet him first.
Now I met him.
Having second thoughts?
Oh, no.
Mmm-mmm.
I love you.
You broke my watch!
You have to get it fixed.
It's your fault.
Hey!
You broke my watch!
Would you turn the record
player back on again, please?
You have to pay to get it
fixed or buy me a new one!
Huh!
It was a very expensive chronometer.
Waterproof.
Shockproof.
Very expensive chronometer.
God, I'm tired of your
brother's lousy record.
Please,
please, can we turn it off?
I'm really tired of It.
Yeah, me too.
I guess I heard it
about a million times.
I'll get you another watch.
You're leaving pretty soon, huh?
Yeah, Monday.
What are you gonna study?
I don't know yet.
What are you gonna do?
Well, are you gonna be a
trumpet player, or what?
Yeah.
I don't know.
My watch isn't really very broken.
Let me see it.
It's ticking.
Oh.
I guess it fixed itself.
Do you prefer extended foreplay
or a more spontaneous coming together?
T.T., why do you always manage
to say something ridiculous?
I read too many books, I think?
Well, why don't you just
be quiet for a while?
No!
I gotta go to the bathroom.
Oh, Corky!
Dear God,
if you'll just let me get her bra off,
I'll never ask you for anything else,
ever again in my whole life.
I swear!
You can even kill me after
if just this once,
you let me squeeze 'em,
bare!
No!
Hey, I know this place.
Shh!
Shh!
Shh!
Come inside.
Oh, I'm awfully tired.
Just for a few minutes.
I have so much stuff to do, Rick, I,
you know.
Really.
Rick.
Please, Rick, don't be mad.
Screw it!
Shit!
Fuck it.
Do they play charades?
Aw, how cute.
How are we gonna do this?
Oh, we'll find a way.
Is this shirt necessary?
It's the pants that worry me.
Oh, the pants don't worry me.
Oh.
Tres complique.
Mmm.
Where you going?
Oh.
Kitchen.
Hungry.
Go eat.
Hi.
Must've been the volleyball lessons.
Come on, let's tell 'em, okay?
No!
Well, why not?
I'm not sure that's a good Idea, Duke.
Come on.
What, Fay?
Shh!
Adam and Eve regained the garden?
We'll list our names
amongst the romantic couples
immortal in history.
Antony and Cleopatra.
Napoleon and Josephine.
Hey, hey, honey.
Guess what?
Daddy!
Wait, where are you going?
How could you?
Corky!
Damn.
Duke, you!
I just wanted to tell
you about Fay and me.
Duke, I don't wanna hear it.
You talk too much.
And all this phony crap
about the Olympics and surfing.
It ain't funny.
It's sad.
And everybody knows it.
It's just a bunch of horseshit
I mean, you always gotta
be the center of attention.
And everybody's always gotta
be watchin' you all the time,
and you miss all this shit
that's going on around you!
Hey, Fay, just like old times, huh?
Geez, I haven't seen Duke
play this good in 10 years!
♪ How can I say ♪
♪ The things I
should have told you ♪
♪ Yesterday ♪
♪ A word and then a touch ♪
♪ It could have changed so much ♪
♪ But time moves fast ♪
♪ We're never more than
one step from the past ♪
♪ I stopped to blink an eye ♪
♪ The moment passed me by ♪
♪ And now the time has gone ♪
♪ And time is never wrong ♪
♪ But so much left to say ♪
♪ But it's lost ♪
♪ Among the yesterdays ♪
♪ Now here we are ♪
♪ I never realized ♪
♪ We'd come so very far ♪
♪ I guess we lost our way ♪
♪ Among the yesterdays ♪
♪ Among the yesterdays ♪
Goddamn you, Duke!
Goddamn you!
Goddamn you!
Goddamn you!
Final boarding call.
So, I hear you're just a surfer.
Tell me about it.
How about you, Steph?
Well, whatever.
Another bite?
My finger!
Great!
Final boarding call,
Flight 774 to Honolulu.
Now boarding, gate three.
Thank you.
Your ticket, please.
She's got it.
She only gave us a single ticket, sir.
Uh, excuse me.
Stephanie!
Stephanie!
Will you step aside, please?
Yeah, sure.
T.T.?
T. T.?
T.T., are you in there?
T. T.?
This was in his closet, in his suitcase.
I thought maybe you
might like to have it.
It's all in Finnish,
but I know what it says.
It's all about Duke
being in the 1952 Olympics
in Helsinki.
200-meter backstroke.
He finished fourth.
See, it's signed by the
President of Finland.
He always lied and said it was 1956.
He was so vain about his age.
Can you believe that?
The old dope!
As if anybody cared how old he was!
No.
No!
God, Jordy, what's the
matter with you lately?
Well, Corrine, to tell you the truth,
I've been thinking it over, you know?
I think maybe we've been seeing
a little too much of each other.
Maybe we ought to get out
a little, see other people.
Oh, what you're saying is
you're tired of little Corrine.
Well, you got what
you wanted, didn't you?
Your words, not mine.
Okay, fine.
We both got what we wanted.
It's Labor Day.
Earl's won your car!
He's getting $25,000 besides,
and I'm getting Earl and the car!
Wise decision.
Bet your ass!
Please, no more bets!
What in the hell?
Okay, now bring it over.
Bring it over.
Come on!
Come on!
Come on, that's it.
Stop it!
Remember, always use premium!
Look, you'll have such a great time!
I hate getting to Hawaii this way.
But, Fay, really,
it's how Duke wanted it to be.
Right.
We'll see each other again real soon.
Right, it won't be long.
I'll call you.
Right.
Bye.
Bye.
Goodbye.
Bye.
♪ All the leaves are brown ♪
♪ And the sky is gray ♪
♪ I went for a walk ♪
♪ On a winter's clay ♪
♪ I'd be safe and warm ♪
♪ If I was in I.A. ♪
♪ California dreamin' ♪
♪ On such a winter's clay ♪
♪ I stopped into a church,
stopped into a church ♪
♪ I passed along the way,
I passed along the way ♪
♪ You know I got down on my
knees, got down on my knees ♪
♪ And I began to pray ♪
♪ I began to pray ♪
♪ Oh, the preacher likes the
cold, preacher likes the cold ♪
♪ He knows I'm gonna stay,
knows I'm gonna stay ♪
♪ Oh, California dreamin',
California dreamin' ♪
♪ On such a winter's clay ♪
♪ All the leaves are brown,
all the leaves are brown ♪
♪ And the sky is gray,
and the sky is gray ♪
♪ I went for a walk,
I went for a walk ♪
♪ On a winter's clay,
on a winter's clay ♪
♪ If I didn't tell her,
if I didn't tell her ♪
♪ I could leave today,
I could leave today ♪
♪ California dreamin',
California dreamin' ♪
♪ On such a winter's clay ♪
♪ California dreamin' ♪
♪ On such a winter's clay ♪
♪ California dreamin' ♪
♪ On such a winter's clay ♪
♪ California dreamin' ♪
♪ On such a winter's clay ♪
♪ Ooooh oooh oooh ♪
♪ Oooooh ooooh ♪
♪ Come on and get ready ♪
♪ I'm comm' down ♪
♪ I can't take enough of the city ♪
♪ I'm tired of being pushed around ♪
♪ I'm packin' up my
bags and I'm leavin' ♪
♪ To find a new place of my own ♪
♪ And I'm really
not still believin' ♪
♪ That I'm so far from home ♪
♪ Come on ♪
♪ And get ready ♪
♪ I'm on my way ♪
♪ I don't worry 'bout tomorrow ♪
♪ I'm gonna live just for today ♪
♪ You know it's the same old story ♪
♪ But now I got a different song ♪
♪ I got no need to worry ♪
♪ Because I know
what's right and wrong ♪
♪ So, come on and get ready ♪
♪ Come on ♪
♪ And get ready ♪
♪ Come on ♪
♪ And get ready ♪
♪ Come on ♪
♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa
whoa, whoa, whoa ♪
♪ Come on ♪
♪ Whoa whoa whoa whoa ♪
♪ Get ready, come on ♪
♪ Come on, get ready ♪
♪ I'm comm' down ♪
♪ I can't take enough of the city ♪
♪ I'm tired of being pushed around ♪
♪ Come on, get ready ♪
Howdy, pard.
T.T.'s the name.
Just blew in from the Windy City.
Chi Town.
I just fell by the Golden
State to check out the scene
and hear some of those
cool West Coast sounds.
I was wondering if you could direct me
to the local jazz spots
so I could dig some of those hot licks.
Duke's.
He knows all about that stuff.
Copacetic.
Jackson, definitely Jackson.
Hear that riff?
Hey, kid, how did you get in here?
Man, you got everybody on this thing.
Yeah.
I came in to dig the sounds
and check out the local scene.
Well, this is it, but
we're not really opened yet.
You blow trumpet?
Not really.
It's my brother's axe.
Your brother's axe?
He left it to me.
He died.
Where's the rest of it?
In there, along with his recordings.
Originals.
Original whats?
Recordings.
Stuff that he played on gigs.
Yeah?
I'd like to hear 'em sometime.
How about now?
I brought 'em with me
all the way from Chi.
You brought these all
the way from Chicago?
Along with his axe.
My brother Phil?
He was always talkin' about the ocean,
and how he'd like to
be able to see the ocean
and play his trumpet at the same time.
So I thought If I could go
where I could see the ocean,
and play one of his recordings-
We'll listen to 'em later,
but right now I got a lot of things
to finish up before I open.
Copacetic.
Copacetic?
Come on, Fay, we're only halfway.
Bullshit!
Fay!
Bullshit!
This running is total bullshit.
Don't you wanna stay in shape?
No.
Come on, Fay.
Blow it!
I'm tired of suckin' in my stomach
and pushin' out my boobs all clay long.
Who's lookin' anyway?
Plenty of people.
Name 10.
Come on in the water, you'll love it.
God, I hate that.
It's so dumb.
What?
You don't like them, with their Clairol
and their little cliques
and their special words?
"Bitchin', man.
"You know."
"Gnarly.
"For sure."
Honey, surfers are the
Shriners of the beach.
But we can't disappoint them.
Come on, we gotta keep
in shape for the Shriners.
Yoo-hoo, surfer boys!
Hey, bitchin', man.
Your brother was good.
Pretty snappy dolls, huh?
Well, the young one's my daughter.
The older one's my ex-wife.
Corky's stepmother.
You get any funny ideas in your head,
you better forget 'em.
You stayin' with relatives?
I mean, you got people out here?
I got a room in my
house, I just, you know,
kinda store stuff in but if, uh,
you'd like to bunk there for
a clay or two, you're welcome.
Really?
Sure.
♪ Hear the music start to go ♪
♪ Comin' at ya let
it flow inside you ♪
♪ Everybody's dancin' ♪
♪ Now it's movin' nice and slow ♪
♪ Gonna get ya, just let go ♪
♪ Surrender ♪
♪ Everybody's dancin' ♪
Is that okay?
Mmm-hmm.
♪ No one's ever escapin' ♪
♪ Gonna dance side to side ♪
Michael.
Thanks a lot.
It's good for you.
I'm gonna kill him!
Oh, it's getting' gnarly out there.
Too many kooks.
We ought to go to Rincon.
Hi, Marsha.
Hey, Tenner, wanna go to Rincon?
No, there's too many kooks.
Not at Rincon.
Anybody wanna go to Rincon?
Did you hear about the
Borrego Beach contest?
They increased the first
place money to 2,000 bucks.
Huh, I wonder what I'll buy with that.
Forget it, Chapman,
that's my ticket to Hawaii.
Oh, you going to the islands, Tenner?
Yeah, for the winter surf.
Mmm.
That'll be great.
Stephanie'll be there at the same time.
Yeah, won't that be fun?
Spike it, spike it.
A little help?
I can't stand it.
The virgin princess.
She'll never get laid as
long as her old man's around.
Doesn't anybody wanna go to Rincon?
I don't care if his brother
was John Philip Sousa!
It's my last month here.
You promised we'd spend
some time together.
It's just until he fulfills
his spiritual mission.
So, play the damn record
and send him back to the Windy City.
Corky, Corky, my clear!
A young man with a horn.
A career, nay, a life,
tragically truncated.
A loss we all must bear.
Well, I think I can bear it.
Just like your stepmother.
No music, you know.
No romance.
Great tits, though.
Duke!
Uh, I'm just thinkin' out loud.
Well, I'll tell you one thing,
I'm not gonna be the one
who cleans up after him.
Of course not.
Or cooks for him.
I'm sure he'd never ask.
Maybe you could kinda
take him around with you,
show him the ropes?
The hell I will!
Why don't you?
He's your age.
He's a wimp!
He's got a dumb haircut, he's not tan,
he wears stupid clothes, he's icky!
Hi.
What's for dinner?
Good morning.
Time to hit the heavies.
Yeah.
Fay, my Hawaiian lei.
That was funny, Rick.
Thanks.
When you goin' to the islands?
Any clay now.
That's what you told me last year.
Rick!
Hey, Corrine, I love the
way you held my onions.
Next time, he wants you
to hold his pickle, too.
You guys are so gross!
"You guys are so gross!"
You are, you know?
"You are, you know?"
Earl?
Earl?
Mmm, got the flowers on today.
Earl Fescue.
Oh, you are so gross.
I've seen 'em plenty of times.
Oh, really?
Well, maybe you don't
need to see 'em anymore.
Oh, shoot, Cor.
Hi, Jordy.
Corrine, Corrine, short order angel.
God's gift to a hungry man.
Just got 15 coats of
lacquer on her last week.
Oh, It's so choice, Jordy.
I think you really need
a car like this, Corrine.
Don't you think she'd look
fantastic driving around
in a car like this, Earl?
Uh-huh.
Go ahead, Corrine, sit in it.
Oh, Earl.
It's so cherry.
Sure is a fine short, man.
Go ahead and sit in it, Earl.
Don't hand me no paper bags, man.
It's just my lunch, Ruben!
I don't know what's in there.
Could be trouble.
It's a double cheeseburger,
fries, and a malt.
Okay, okay.
As long as I know.
Oh, Earl, don't you just love It?
Man, if I had a car like
this, I'd just drive and drive.
I'd never stop!
You gotta stop for gas.
Yeah, but I'd stay in it, see.
Fill her up, buddy, and roll on out.
A guy could live in a car like this.
Hey, you know, man, we could really
cherry this son of a bitch up.
Nose it, deck it,
french the tail lights,
two times the pipes.
Louver the hood, tuck
and roll the interior.
It could look so fine!
You know.
Earl, I've always admired
that Pontiac of yours.
A real classic, in the making, you know?
Huh?
Geez, man, this car's a bitch.
It's got the V8 mill, bored and stroke
with bully rings, roller rockers.
Exactly.
Exactly.
A classic.
Which has got me into thinking,
I'd like to own a car like that.
It's one of a kind.
Now, you like this car, right?
And I like your car.
Maybe we could work something out.
Oh, um, my car ain't worth a third
of what this car is worth.
Oh, I wasn't thinking of a trade.
More of a kind of bet.
A challenge, really.
Yeah?
Yeah.
A test of stamina and endurance.
A test of staying power.
You stay in your Pontiac till Labor Day
and the 'Vette's yours.
You leave it, anytime
before, for any reason,
and I get your wheels.
He means it, Earl.
If you don't think you can do it-
Can't do it?
You're on.
Hey.
What is that?
It's what everybody wears to the lake.
Oh, God, where'd you get it?
Freesley's on 4th and Sycamore.
Oh, come on, I gotta get on the list
if I'm gonna play today.
I won't get in your way, I promise.
All right, just walk behind me.
Mr. Slusarski.
Mr. Slusarski, are you mad at me?
Aw, no, you're here now,
and you gotta show 'em
what you got.
Nice serve!
Geez.
There's banana bread for dessert.
Hear that, champ?
Banana bread.
For el grandebanana.
Great, did you make it?
Are you kidding?
That's what the cook is for.
It so happens that I did make it myself.
Homemade banana bread, champ.
Hey!
Yeah.
It's nice.
Hey, hey!
I was only kidding!
Good stuff.
♪ Keep it in the family ♪
♪ They'll always love you at home ♪
Waxin' the old stick, huh?
Gettin' ready to go
out there and surf ride.
Must be a way-out feelin',
glidin' along on that foamy brine.
I'm sorry.
Honestly, Rick!
When you do stuff like that,
I, I don't understand you.
Sometimes you can be so sweet to me
and then, and then you're so cruel.
Goodness, Ricky, stop it!
Stop it, you'll hurt yourself.
I am cruel, I know that!
Oh, God, I just wish that,
I'm just not good enough
for you, Stephanie.
Don't say that anymore, it's stupid!
Hi.
Tony Thompson.
Call me T.T.
We're kinda busy.
So, we'll see ya.
Bye.
Okay, sure, I'll see ya.
Bye.
I'll see ya.
Kook.
Beach is fillin' up with kooks.
♪ When you wake up in the morning ♪
♪ And the thing is lookin' good ♪
♪ Don't go blamin' me
for all you're worth ♪
♪ Don't you know, it can't be true ♪
♪ If you're feelin'
that I'm bad for you ♪
♪ And you're wishin'
we were through ♪
♪ Take a lesson from
a guy who knows ♪
♪ I got a message just for you ♪
♪ Gotta see it, baby, my way ♪
♪ Stop your thinkin',
it's the sly way ♪
♪ All I'm askin'
for is time to say ♪
♪ Try to see it ♪
All right, you little bastard!
Goddamn pervert!
I'm sick and tired
of you hangin' around,
it was a bunch of little kids!
I'm going to tell your mother!
Hey, lady.
Come back, I'm gonna teach you a lesson.
Leave me alone.
Lady, help!
Mr. Slusarski!
Come back here, I'm going
to teach you a lesson!
Shut up!
Now you're busted.
Mr. Slusarski!
I finally caught one
of you little creeps.
I see you there now.
Just stay right where you are.
Fay?
No, no!
Is that funny, Chuck?
I couldn't get her to go
into that boat for years.
Hey.
Hey, hey, I, I didn't do anything.
This time you're gonna
pay for damagin' my place,
or I'm callin' the cops.
But I didn't do anything.
Welcome aboard.
I finally found one of
these little schmucks
peepin' in my place.
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,
this is Bart Tobline from TV News 6
here at Womack's Garage,
witnessing the most exciting
event that has occurred
at State Beach in many a year.
The windows have been barred.
The doors, sealed.
Even the trunk has been
welded shut as a stipulation
in this unusual wager.
Earl Fescue, a gas station attendant
from Venice, California,
will literally be the
prisoner of his own automobile
for the next month and a half.
Let's cut it, Charlie, and
move the cameras over there.
Excuse me, kid.
You know I'm gonna see you every clay.
And I'm gonna bring you all your meals,
and I'm gonna do your laundry.
Aw!
Well, it's the least I can do, hon.
You know, considering all
that you're doing for us.
Piece of cake!
Six weeks from now,
you and me are gonna be
tooling around in that 'Vette
with four on the floor.
And I'm gonna be waiting for you, honey.
Just waiting for the
clay they cut you out.
Psst!
Psst!
Hey, man,
you get too crazy in there,
I know a chick who'll
do you through the bars.
Ruben!
Coming through, Corrine!
Cowabunga!
Had about six of these already.
Got plenty more where
they came from, bro.
You guys are real buddies.
I didn't know I had
so many real buddies.
You won't leave me, will you, buddies?
Well, when it gets gnarly,
we'll be here, babes!
I think I gotta go to the bathroom.
And there's no way he
can possibly get out?
Not unless he gets one
of these little mothers.
Sorry, man, you know.
I've gotta admit it, you
did a really nice job.
Thanks.
How are you doing with
that story of yours?
Okay-
Look, I'll try
and get over and fix that
hole in the wall tomorrow.
And the sink.
Damn, I gotta fix the sink.
I had it fixed three months ago.
You did?
Well, when I get this tub finished,
I'll have a lot more time, yeah.
More time.
Got a lot of things
I've been meaning to do.
Like what?
Like, take a vacation, go somewhere.
How can you take a
vacation from a vacation?
Oh, all right, that's good, Fay.
I guess what it boils down to,
everything's right here, right?
I don't think so.
I knew that.
So, when you going to Hawaii?
One of these years.
Well, if you're still around
when I finish this thing,
I'll sail you over, free of charge.
I know what you want.
Yeah?
What?
Someone to row.
Sure.
Row.
Hey, did I ever tell you
I was in the Olympics?
1956, Helsinki.
The Olympics?
Uh-huh.
Helsinki, 1956.
Fish?
Slusars.
Screwed the entire
Australian women's diving team
the night before the finals,
their 100 meters backstroke.
Came fourth.
I bet you did.
Hey, look.
See that?
Anything for a dame, huh?
Ruben, I'm going crazy in here!
Hey, man, I'm gonna level with you,
as your personal manager.
Shoot.
Buddy!
You're gonna get rich!
You got a career to think about.
A career?
In advertising!
What we're developing here
is the most important
aspect of the game.
Touch.
It's all in the fingers.
I can't do it.
I can't do it.
I'm just not from here!
Look, boy, all I'm trying to do
is develop your volleyball skills.
Yeah, well, to tell you the truth,
I'm not so sure I care to develop them.
Oh, yes, you do!
You know why?
Ass!
All I'm trying to do
is get you some ass!
You're standing on the A Court.
No volleyball court in the country
has the prestige of the
A Court at State Beach!
It is a privilege!
Nay, it's an honor to play
volleyball on the A Court.
It's also a great way to get laid!
No offense, boy,
but you've been here for
more than a month now,
and you ain't had tit one, am I right?
Develop your touch,
learn to play volleyball.
Anything can happen.
Strength.
Strength and sensitivity.
That's how you touch the ball,
and that's how you touch women.
The more women you touch,
the better your fingers get.
More sensitive, see?
The more sensitive your fingers are,
the better you play volleyball.
The better you play volleyball,
the more women you get to touch!
That's why volleyball's
the world's greatest sport!
Look at it!
Hug it!
Little chickies!
I love it!
Oh, kiss it!
Love it!
Hug it!
Look at that little round
thing comin' right up to you!
It just bounces back.
That's It!
What are you doing?
Practicing.
Getting the ol' fingers in shape!
Hey, you got lipstick up your nose.
Where are you goin'?
Got a hot date?
It's none of your business.
I think my fingers are beginning to get
more sensitive, you know?
Hmm, I'm sure.
Got that ol' soft touch
down pretty good now.
Won't be long now before these fingers
will be touching stuff
left and, uh, right.
Right.
Yeah.
T.T.?
You wanna blow a number?
Sure.
What do you wanna hear?
Hey, what's that stuff on your shoulder?
Looks like you got dumped on.
Hi.
Hey.
Jerry, that cop was lookin' at me,
what am I supposed to do?
Look cool.
You just walk.
Hey, who's that dorky kid?
I didn't know he knew those guys.
♪ All the leaves are brown,
all the leaves are brown ♪
♪ And the sky is gray,
and the sky is gray ♪
♪ I went for a walk,
I went for a walk ♪
♪ On a winter's clay,
on a winter's clay ♪
♪ If I didn't tell her,
if I didn't tell her ♪
Hey, isn't that your chick?
Used to be.
Far out.
♪ On such a winter's clay ♪
♪ I stopped into a church,
I stopped into church ♪
♪ I passed along the way,
I passed along the way ♪
♪ You know I got down on my
knees, got down on my knees ♪
♪ And I began to
pray, I began to pray ♪
♪ Oh the preacher likes the
cold, preacher likes the cold ♪
♪ He knows I'm gonna stay,
knows I'm gonna stay ♪
♪ California dreamin',
California dreamin' ♪
♪ On such a winter's clay ♪
♪ All the leaves are brown ♪
Only a few of the best and the craziest
can shoot the pier at
Huntington, on a clay like this.
One is Tray Wilson,
the other is Bob Grinnell.
Grinnell wisely bales out.
♪ If I didn't tell her,
if I didn't tell her ♪
♪ I could leave today,
I could leave today ♪
♪ Oh, California dreamin',
California dreamin' ♪
♪ On such a winter's clay ♪
♪ California dreamin' ♪
♪ On such a winter's clay ♪
♪ On such a winter's clay ♪
♪ Just when everything
was turning upside down ♪
♪ And all my dreams of love
kept spinning round and round ♪
♪ There you were ♪
♪ There you were ♪
♪ Close to me ♪
♪ Now I'm in love again ♪
♪ Yesterday was just
an ordinary clay ♪
♪ But that was long before
I heard you start to say ♪
♪ Come to me ♪
♪ Come to me ♪
♪ Don't break my heart ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm In love again ♪
Hi.
Do you surf?
Huh?
Uh-huh.
Volleyball.
Shh.
Come on, man.
God damn it.
Lend a hand, champ?
Get the old kook in the car?
No.
No, no, no, no.
Come on.
♪ And they come too fast ♪
♪ You see they're caught between ♪
♪ Keep it in the backseat ♪
♪ You got no reason to go ♪
♪ In the backseat ♪
♪ That's where you're never alone ♪
Thanks, chief.
See you on the beach.
Sure.
I'll probably see you on the A Court.
Guy, do you know Ricky Chapman?
And Mike Neighbors?
Mike and Rick, uh, sure!
Sure, old Mike and old Rick, yeah.
Mike and, uh, and Rick.
Stokin'.
Plus!
What's he like?
Oh, which one?
Ricky Chapman.
What's he like?
Rick Chapman, uh, yeah.
What's he like?
Rick, uh,
well, he's just a regular bitchin' guy.
I mean, we hang 10 a
lot, shoot the curl,
give each other pointers.
Oh!
Stokin' plus.
Come on, damn it!
Are you sure this thing still works?
Works?
Are you kidding?
This is solid redwood,
not one of your candy-ass
styrofoam toothpicks
these hoopsters splash
around with today.
This is a real surfboard!
Ah!
God!
What?
Foot.
Oh.
Did anybody ever really surf on this?
Did,
George Freeth surfed on this board!
You ever heard of George Freeth?
Mmm-mmm.
Well, some accounts
mistakenly give Freeth credit
for reviving the lost
art of surf ridin'.
However, I preceded Freeth
by some eight months,
surfing before a crowd
at the Redondo Beach
Baths one cold winter clay.
I taught George Freeth how to surf,
and this is the very board we used.
Does it still float?
Float?
In those days, boy, we
built things to last!
Redwood!
Solid!
Do you feel it?
Solid redwood!
Borrego Beach is next week.
Yeah, wanna go down a clay early.
Check it out?
Yeah.
Hey, Champ!
That's the kook!
Oh, man, ignore him.
Hi.
You guys been shootin' the curl?
What are you riding on, an iron lung?
It's a surfboard.
Outside!
Hey, you guys, what am
I supposed to do now?
Take the third wave.
They were better outside.
Yeah.
They shut off though, for awhile.
Where is he?
There he is!
Come on.
I got your leg.
Come on.
Hey, you're gonna be all right, Chief.
You okay?
Yeah, I don't think I did that right.
Yeah.
I think I'd better show you a few things
before you kill yourself.
Crazy, man.
Your mother tells me you
don't wanna go to Hawaii.
What happened?
I just don't wanna go.
Anyway, no one ever asked
me what I wanted to do.
All right.
I'll ask you.
What would you like to do?
Stay here.
You can't stay here!
Well, then I want you
to take Ricky with us.
Would it be asking too much
if we meet this young man first?
You mean he can come?
Let me meet him first, then we'll see.
Oh, Daddy!
We're having a party, invite him.
Oh, thank you!
Oh, Ricky, it's gonna be so beautiful.
We'll be able to go everywhere together.
Yeah, everywhere.
Makaha, Makapuu, Waimea
Bay, the Pipeline.
Mmm.
Jesus Christ.
And you don't mind that Daddy wants you
to come to dinner, do you?
It's the only thing he asked from me.
Hey, I can handle it.
I'll put on my formal
T-shirt and my tennies
and just bomb right on through.
No problem.
Anyway, it's what, three weeks away?
Mmm-hmm.
Hi.
Uh-
Can I come in?
She thought Mike was here.
Oh.
Can you believe that?
Hey.
There's nothing going on there.
Nothing.
I mean that.
Nothing.
Tenner.
Do I have to wear this thing?
It's hot in here.
Two hours out there and you'll be cold.
Even in the wetsuit.
Use that one.
It's time to hit the heavies.
Hey.
Come on!
♪ You ♪
♪ Say you know what to do ♪
♪ You ♪
♪ Always go sailing through ♪
♪ Oh, well ♪
♪ Maybe you'll do all right ♪
♪ But you're not
quite out of sight ♪
♪ Soon, I'm gonna make my move ♪
♪ Soon, something I got to prove ♪
♪ Now, maybe you're ridin' high ♪
♪ But in my own good time
I'm gonna pass you by ♪
♪ You ♪
♪ Tell me you gotta feel ♪
♪ You ♪
♪ Know when the feeling's real ♪
♪ Well, you may be the better bet ♪
♪ But it's not over yet ♪
♪ Soon, I'm gonna make my run ♪
♪ Soon, I've only just begun ♪
♪ Now, maybe you're ridin' high ♪
♪ But in my own good time
I'm gonna pass you by ♪
You mean that he told you
he taught George Freeth how to surf?
Yes.
Oh, listen, man.
Duke Slusarski is the biggest
bullshit artist on the beach.
Probably told you he
was in the Olympics.
Right?
1956?
Helsinki.
Uh-huh.
Well, the 1956 Olympics
were held in Melbourne, man.
Not Helsinki.
Yeah, but he's a nice guy.
He's a pimp.
Why do you hate Duke?
I don't hate him.
He's just an old goon,
living in the past.
He doesn't know what's happening today.
And it sure as hell
ain't volleyball, man.
Borrego's always breaking
at least five feet this time of year.
Yeah, and it's always full of nooky.
All right!
Throw the brakes on.
Let me out of here.
Hell, this doesn't look so tough.
They're pretty far apart.
You could drive a freighter through it.
I just hope it picks up for the contest.
Surf's always good for the contest.
This is gonna be my last contest, Rick.
Right.
I'm serious.
I'm getting too old.
I'm gonna start my own
business making boards.
You're gonna be a capitalist, huh?
I guess so.
Aw, hell.
Tenner, you're just a
dumb, little surf dope.
Well, I know what I am.
Since when are you Mr.
Responsibility, anyway, huh?
I'm gonna marry Marsha.
Marsha?
That punchboard?
Shut up, Rick.
Shut the hell up, all right?
Hey, I'm telling you,
Tenner, I know Marsha.
She drops her drawers
for the Easter bunny!
You little mother!
Hey, I'm bleeding!
Hey, you guys!
What are you doing?
Wait, wait.
You guys are friends!
You guys are friends!
Don't fight!
You guys are friends!
Don't fight!
Tenner, please.
♪ Never seemed like
a long, long time ♪
♪ Said we'd wait and see ♪
♪ There's a part of
me wanting to be free ♪
♪ And again, it was
good for you and me ♪
♪ Said goodbye and
we're on your way ♪
Look, I'm not really a
famous surfer or anything.
I don't care.
I mean, I never won any contests.
So what?
You don't mind?
I think you're cute as hell.
Come on.
God.
♪ Come on, get ready ♪
♪ Come on ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Come on, get ready ♪
♪ Come on, oooh, ooh ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Come on, get ready ♪
♪ Come on, get ready ♪
♪ Come on, come on get ready ♪
♪ Come on, get ready ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Come on, get ready ♪
♪ Come on, oooh ooh ♪
♪ Come on, get ready ♪
♪ Come on ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
Hi.
Hi.
You playin' in the tournament?
Uh-huh.
Where were you last night?
We came down early.
Rick, and me, and Tenner.
Rick Chapman?
Uh-huh.
He's teaching me how to surf.
How to surf, or how to be a surfer?
A little bit of both.
Mmm-hmm.
Hey, where you going?
I can see you're going to
end up just like your idol.
Listen.
You been puttin' me down ever
since the clay I got here.
I mean, maybe I'm not
the cool, bitchin',
kind of California guy that you like.
But it doesn't mean that we
couldn't be friends, does it?
I mean, you haven't
said one nice word to me
since I met you.
So if my friends don't
meet with your approval,
you can just take the goddamn
volleyball and stick it.
Well, I see you got yourself
one of these little fairy wands, huh?
Looks a little unstable to me, but, ah!
To each his own.
These kids think they're so hot stuff.
Shooting the pier.
Hell, George Freeth and me used
to shoot the pier at Malibu.
And Malibu's much harder
to shoot than this.
You could sail a goddamn
freighter through here.
Boy, I remember one
rare, tropical storm.
George and me, we were both
in love with the same woman.
Corky's mother.
We had a-
You guys gonna shoot the pier?
Looks pretty gnarly.
I don't know.
Tenner wants to win the contest.
He's playin' it safe.
Right, Tenner?
Old Tenner wants the trophy
and the big bucks so he can get married.
Married!
Yeah, haven't you heard?
Tanner's gonna marry Marsha.
You guys are so candy-assed!
I can't believe it!
Gettin' married, goin' back to school.
Yeah, well there's more
to life than surfing.
Oh, Jesus!
You guys depress the hell out of me!
There are cameras all over the beach!
Bruce Brown is down here!
Don't you wanna be in a movie?
Hey, I'll shoot the pier.
There just hasn't been
a big enough wave yet.
Well, Tenner's not taking
off on the big ones.
He's just racking up
points for style today.
Rick.
Why don't you just eat it?
Hey, if you lost your balls, Tenner,
don't take it out on me.
Tenner!
Tenner!
Tenner!
Tenner!
Hey, buddy!
Hey, take it easy with him, you guys.
Tenner, come on.
My arm!
My arm!
Jesus, that goddamn Neighbors faded me!
Tenner hit the pier!
♪ There's a picture that I carry ♪
Shit, man!
Stay out of that ocean!
Don't know what's in there.
Could be anything.
They got some bad-ass
fishes in there, man.
Eat your damn leg, your
whole toes, everything, man!
Stay out of the ocean.
I'll kill her!
That's another thing, man.
Stay away from chicks.
They are bad news, man!
Bad news.
I'll kill him!
I'll kill them both!
Hey, Earl, you want some pretzels?
What I wanna do
is to send that rich kid on
a little trip to fist city!
Only a chick could make
a guy blow his cool.
There ain't nothing worse
than blowing your cool!
That's absolutely true.
There is a ring of truth in
what you have said, Ruben.
Virgins!
Don't go messing with no virgins, man!
They're trouble.
But there is one way to do a virgin.
How's that?
Jump her!
She's walking along.
Blam!
You follow her under
a tree, like a snake.
Then what?
Wrestle.
Them virgins love to wrestle.
I wrestled a virgin once for three hours
in the back seat of a '53 old Fiesta,
with a Hirsch shifter,
twin-deck magnetos
with the gasket roller rockers.
What happened?
Did 143 in the quarter mile!
And ET of 9.02!
No, with the virgin!
Oh, yeah.
Well, she beat me twice, man.
But it was worth it.
I got some tit!
Yeah?
Bare?
Almost!
All right!
Now's your chance!
T.T.!
Are you all right?
Goddamn you, T.T.!
Ow!
Ah!
How about, how about
best two out of three?
And this is our
15-year-old, Missy.
She's been at Southampton all summer.
She's going to the islands with us.
Hi.
Hi.
Why don't you take
off your tie and relax?
Missy's dying to go surfing, Stephanie.
Maybe you and Rick
can take her with you?
Bitchin'!
Sure.
Hey.
Remember the clay we won this?
First one.
Isn't that the one you bought
from Gene Selznik for five bucks?
Hey, Fay, I never bought any trophies.
I'm kidding.
I'm kidding.
Son of a gun.
Come on.
Help me celebrate.
What?
I sold the bar.
Yeah, sure.
I sold the Vista Del Mar, right, Chuck?
Bullshit.
Hey, I'm not kidding.
I'm gonna sail a boat to Hawaii.
Hawaii?
Hawaii.
That's great, Duke.
I'm sure you'll have a wonderful time.
I'm sure we will.
How long will it take you to pack?
You want me to go with you?
You think I'd go without you, baby?
You've always wanted this.
We're not married anymore.
Jesus, Fay.
That I know.
I mean, it's been five years.
Listen, I have things to do here.
I have a shop.
I can't just-
Oh, cut it out.
Well, you sell the shop.
I mean, what are you gonna do?
Sell bikinis the rest of your life?
Just sell the shop.
Just sell it.
Yeah, just sell it.
We'll have a great time together.
Why didn't you ask me
this three years ago?
Didn't have the guts.
But I'm doing it now.
Come on.
Come on.
Come.
Don't do that.
I have to think about it, you know.
So think about it.
Okay, I'll go with you.
ls somebody in there?
Whatever.
Hi.
Hey.
She's just a kid.
I blew it, didn't I?
I knew it.
God, I blew the whole damn thing.
Oh, honey.
I'm sorry.
Oh, Jesus.
Stephanie!
Stephanie, look!
You're not in my league
and I realize that now.
I'm just not good enough for you.
You deserve much better.
How are you feeling, hmm?
Great!
No problem!
Rick!
Surf's up!
I'm sorry, Daddy.
Well, he was nervous.
Young man.
Reminds me of the way
I was not so long ago.
Daddy-
He can go.
All I wanted to do was meet him first.
Now I met him.
Having second thoughts?
Oh, no.
Mmm-mmm.
I love you.
You broke my watch!
You have to get it fixed.
It's your fault.
Hey!
You broke my watch!
Would you turn the record
player back on again, please?
You have to pay to get it
fixed or buy me a new one!
Huh!
It was a very expensive chronometer.
Waterproof.
Shockproof.
Very expensive chronometer.
God, I'm tired of your
brother's lousy record.
Please,
please, can we turn it off?
I'm really tired of It.
Yeah, me too.
I guess I heard it
about a million times.
I'll get you another watch.
You're leaving pretty soon, huh?
Yeah, Monday.
What are you gonna study?
I don't know yet.
What are you gonna do?
Well, are you gonna be a
trumpet player, or what?
Yeah.
I don't know.
My watch isn't really very broken.
Let me see it.
It's ticking.
Oh.
I guess it fixed itself.
Do you prefer extended foreplay
or a more spontaneous coming together?
T.T., why do you always manage
to say something ridiculous?
I read too many books, I think?
Well, why don't you just
be quiet for a while?
No!
I gotta go to the bathroom.
Oh, Corky!
Dear God,
if you'll just let me get her bra off,
I'll never ask you for anything else,
ever again in my whole life.
I swear!
You can even kill me after
if just this once,
you let me squeeze 'em,
bare!
No!
Hey, I know this place.
Shh!
Shh!
Shh!
Come inside.
Oh, I'm awfully tired.
Just for a few minutes.
I have so much stuff to do, Rick, I,
you know.
Really.
Rick.
Please, Rick, don't be mad.
Screw it!
Shit!
Fuck it.
Do they play charades?
Aw, how cute.
How are we gonna do this?
Oh, we'll find a way.
Is this shirt necessary?
It's the pants that worry me.
Oh, the pants don't worry me.
Oh.
Tres complique.
Mmm.
Where you going?
Oh.
Kitchen.
Hungry.
Go eat.
Hi.
Must've been the volleyball lessons.
Come on, let's tell 'em, okay?
No!
Well, why not?
I'm not sure that's a good Idea, Duke.
Come on.
What, Fay?
Shh!
Adam and Eve regained the garden?
We'll list our names
amongst the romantic couples
immortal in history.
Antony and Cleopatra.
Napoleon and Josephine.
Hey, hey, honey.
Guess what?
Daddy!
Wait, where are you going?
How could you?
Corky!
Damn.
Duke, you!
I just wanted to tell
you about Fay and me.
Duke, I don't wanna hear it.
You talk too much.
And all this phony crap
about the Olympics and surfing.
It ain't funny.
It's sad.
And everybody knows it.
It's just a bunch of horseshit
I mean, you always gotta
be the center of attention.
And everybody's always gotta
be watchin' you all the time,
and you miss all this shit
that's going on around you!
Hey, Fay, just like old times, huh?
Geez, I haven't seen Duke
play this good in 10 years!
♪ How can I say ♪
♪ The things I
should have told you ♪
♪ Yesterday ♪
♪ A word and then a touch ♪
♪ It could have changed so much ♪
♪ But time moves fast ♪
♪ We're never more than
one step from the past ♪
♪ I stopped to blink an eye ♪
♪ The moment passed me by ♪
♪ And now the time has gone ♪
♪ And time is never wrong ♪
♪ But so much left to say ♪
♪ But it's lost ♪
♪ Among the yesterdays ♪
♪ Now here we are ♪
♪ I never realized ♪
♪ We'd come so very far ♪
♪ I guess we lost our way ♪
♪ Among the yesterdays ♪
♪ Among the yesterdays ♪
Goddamn you, Duke!
Goddamn you!
Goddamn you!
Goddamn you!
Final boarding call.
So, I hear you're just a surfer.
Tell me about it.
How about you, Steph?
Well, whatever.
Another bite?
My finger!
Great!
Final boarding call,
Flight 774 to Honolulu.
Now boarding, gate three.
Thank you.
Your ticket, please.
She's got it.
She only gave us a single ticket, sir.
Uh, excuse me.
Stephanie!
Stephanie!
Will you step aside, please?
Yeah, sure.
T.T.?
T. T.?
T.T., are you in there?
T. T.?
This was in his closet, in his suitcase.
I thought maybe you
might like to have it.
It's all in Finnish,
but I know what it says.
It's all about Duke
being in the 1952 Olympics
in Helsinki.
200-meter backstroke.
He finished fourth.
See, it's signed by the
President of Finland.
He always lied and said it was 1956.
He was so vain about his age.
Can you believe that?
The old dope!
As if anybody cared how old he was!
No.
No!
God, Jordy, what's the
matter with you lately?
Well, Corrine, to tell you the truth,
I've been thinking it over, you know?
I think maybe we've been seeing
a little too much of each other.
Maybe we ought to get out
a little, see other people.
Oh, what you're saying is
you're tired of little Corrine.
Well, you got what
you wanted, didn't you?
Your words, not mine.
Okay, fine.
We both got what we wanted.
It's Labor Day.
Earl's won your car!
He's getting $25,000 besides,
and I'm getting Earl and the car!
Wise decision.
Bet your ass!
Please, no more bets!
What in the hell?
Okay, now bring it over.
Bring it over.
Come on!
Come on!
Come on, that's it.
Stop it!
Remember, always use premium!
Look, you'll have such a great time!
I hate getting to Hawaii this way.
But, Fay, really,
it's how Duke wanted it to be.
Right.
We'll see each other again real soon.
Right, it won't be long.
I'll call you.
Right.
Bye.
Bye.
Goodbye.
Bye.
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♪ And the sky is gray ♪
♪ I went for a walk ♪
♪ On a winter's clay ♪
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♪ If I was in I.A. ♪
♪ California dreamin' ♪
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stopped into a church ♪
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I passed along the way ♪
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♪ I began to pray ♪
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♪ Oh, California dreamin',
California dreamin' ♪
♪ On such a winter's clay ♪
♪ All the leaves are brown,
all the leaves are brown ♪
♪ And the sky is gray,
and the sky is gray ♪
♪ I went for a walk,
I went for a walk ♪
♪ On a winter's clay,
on a winter's clay ♪
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if I didn't tell her ♪
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I could leave today ♪
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California dreamin' ♪
♪ On such a winter's clay ♪
♪ California dreamin' ♪
♪ On such a winter's clay ♪
♪ California dreamin' ♪
♪ On such a winter's clay ♪
♪ California dreamin' ♪
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