Stalled (2000) - full transcript

(spacey intro music)

(laughing)

- [Dad] Okay.

It's time for you to go to sleep now.

- [Kid] Aw, Daddy, I'm not even tired.

Tell me another.

- Uh.

Um...

Okay.

So, just one more.

And then I gotta hit the road.



- How long will you be gone?

- Uh...

About three days.

Okay, now.

Once upon a time,

there was a girl who

ate four

milk chocolate bars,

and got a very bad tummy ache.

(lighthearted piano music)

Now her parents took her to the hospital

because she had bouts where she didn't feel good.

And the doctor told her right in front

of her mommy and daddy



that the road to recovery

was to not load up on the dock,

I mean not to load up on dark chocolate

or milk chocolate before dinner.

(catchy music)

Once upon a time...

There was a boy with a finger on his head.

All the other boys, they made fun of him

because he was so different.

They'd shove him, call him names.

Girls made it hard for him too.

They giggled when he'd walk by.

All in all, the boy with the finger on his head

didn't like being different.

- [Owner] Shut it down, ya'll!

- Hey, I said what the fuck were you doing in there?

- [Boss] I said shut it down!

- Man, we fucking heard you!

This is a fucking joke!

- Look, just let us finish our set

in front of a crowd.

- Why am I gonna stay open all night just for you?

- There's nobody here yet, man.

- If those kids wanted in,

they'd pay the cover.

- Those kids expected a free show,

that's what we agreed.

- Man, I'm running a business here.

What am I gonna do with a bunch of

little kids who don't drink and get in free?

And don't forget you owe me for the sound.

Marsalis paid for his sound.

- What the fuck, man?

Why don't you just fucking tell us to bring

our own fucking PA, man?

This is such bullshit, dude.

Branford Marsalis?

He wouldn't play on a stage with a fucking

sinkhole in it.

Your fucking club's a piece of shit, man.

Yeah, you fucking want some?

- Hey.

Hey, hey!

Hey, hey, look, look!

Here's your guaranteed back.

It'll more than pay for their cover

and for sound.

- Let them in.

- Come on.

Play.

Let's play.

(catchy rock music)

♪ My girl

♪ Video

♪ My girl

♪ Video

(crowd gasping)

(loud commotion)

How could you give that fat fuck

our money like that, man?

- You still don't get it.

- Yeah, well what you don't get is

if I go home broke, I'm fucked.

- Why Dave, are you doing some expensive

reupholstering or something?

- Reupholstering?

- Seriously.

- She's funny, man.

- Come on, dude.

I thought you gave that shit up.

- Yeah.

- What shit?

- You know what I'm talking about.

- Do you think you can just maintain til Monday?

New Orleans is gonna pay enough for us

to all do whatever we want.

- Oh, and we'll live happily ever after?

- God, would you wake up?

Pay for Snot Rocket's guaranteed,

you know we could get signed.

- Dude, you guys rocked.

- Yeah, I'm gonna tell all my friends I knew you

before you were like millionaires.

- Thank you very much.

Unfortunately, it is gonna be a long time

before we are millionaires.

- Well, if you guys are broke,

you can crash with me.

I got some kind bud back at my place.

- It's a tempting offer.

- Brendan, it's time.

(relaxing music)

♪ Feel the small

♪ Around my door

♪ Just

(humming)

- Dude, shut up.

- What dude, I'm just humming.

- What are you writing?

- About Branford Marsalis.

- Yeah, I'm sure he loved that stage.

- Right, like he even played on that stage

at all, man.

That guy was so full of shit.

- I don't even understand,

why was he such an asshole?

- Southern hospitality, I guess.

- We should call this the Evil South Tour.

- Poison Cornbread Tour.

- (chuckles) Poison Cornbread Tour,

what the fuck?

(laughing)

(relaxing music)

- [Mom] What have I told you about this?

Where did you learn such naughty things?

- Oh...

Gah.

(groaning)

Oh, come on.

(catchy music)

(fly buzzing)

(laughing)

- That'll do her.

(sniffing)

(strange music)

(catchy music)

Yeah!

Hey.

Look Cheree, there's one!

Your momma and daddy gonna like that one.

Yeah!

(catchy music)

Good girl.

(tire explodes)

(catchy music)

(knocking)

- Oh God.

- Popped like a damn whore, didn't she?

- Yeah.

- You want some help?

- Oh, I don't know.

- I can change that there tire for you.

- Okay.

- Pop the trunk.

Oh yeah.

Hey.

What the hell is all this?

What are you?

Some kind of salesman or something?

- Uh huh.

Pharmaceuticals.

- Well then, mister...

- Ward.

- Mr. Ward.

I want to take all those boxes out

to get to that there jack.

- Okay.

- Seeings how we're gonna be here a while,

might as well make friends.

(chuckling)

Name's Pat, hey.

- Hi.

- I sure do like helping me some strangers.

(chuckling)

- Excuse me.

Geez.

Oh...

Come on.

(knocking)

- Spare's flat.

- Uh huh.

I can fix it at the place I work,

about a quarter mile up the road here.

- Okay.

- Hell, I'll even take you.

- In what?

(catchy music)

(water dripping)

- Cheree!

Get in here!

- Say hi, Mr. Ward.

Hi Mr. Ward.

Hi Mr. Ward.

Ah yeah, you're such a good puppy.

- [Ward] The boy with the finger on his head

was very sad.

But his nice mommy and daddy said don't you worry,

someone someday is gonna love you

for that finger on your head.

- Cheree!

- Cheree's busy, and I told you not to yell like that,

the customer's can hear ya!

- I ain't.

What's that say?

- Oh.

Says some boy likes our daughter,

just, you know, rub it out.

- Aight.

- What he want?

- Oh, that graffiti's got him all pissed off.

- Oh.

(knocking)

Oh, hi girl!

(cheering)

- Hey!

What is going on, girl?

- I've been practicing with that kung fu video series!

Wow! (chuckling)

You were right.

It's great for my thighs.

- Want some fries?

- No!

Come on Lacy, you know that destroys my figure.

It's high in fat, sodium, cholesterol.

Hell no, I'll just have me a little tea!

- It's gonna keep you up all night!

- Oh hell, I can't sleep anyway,

I'm too excited, my brother coming.

- Oh, hey!

Did you bring those pictures?

- Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Check it out.

You see that fat lady in the back?

- Oh no, no.

He looks exactly like you.

- You think so?

- Yeah.

When do I get to meet him?

- Monday.

- Oh!

- [Lacy] Oh, that's a good thing to have a party for.

(singing)

- Mom.

Prayer position.

Someday I'm gonna get out of this town,

and I'm gonna go some place where people talk right.

- I heard that.

- Well, I just need to find a nice, rich man

to come and take me away.

- Oh, I just want someone to show me around,

take me to places and stuff.

He don't have to be rich.

- I don't care where he's from,

as long as he ain't from around here.

- Mhm. - Mhm.

- Ay, look what I got.

- Damn it!

Pick that mutt out of my restaurant!

We already got roaches,

we don't need fleas too.

Shoo, come on, get!

- I was just trying to--

- Go, go!

Damn jeans pull a little.

- That's gene pool, not jeans pull, you stink ass!

Come on, get!

(dog growling)

- That dog's a good judge of character.

- Come on, go, go.

Take that stray across the way and tie her up.

Well look at you, honey.

Come on in, ain't you all neat and pretty.

Let me get you something to eat.

Have a sit down.

(drowned out saxophone music)

- Hi.

Can I sit with you?

I'm Cheree, and I don't have a boyfriend.

- Hi, I'm Ward, and neither do I.

(laughing)

- This is my ma, Lacy.

- Hi ya'll.

- My friend, Leanne.

- [Ward] Hey.

- [Cheree] You see anything you want?

- Uh...

Coffee.

- Well I'd offer you something snazzier,

but we had to trade in our cappuccino machines

for a new set of head gaskets.

(laughing)

- Coffee's fine, and then I have to be going.

- Alright.

- Don't you want something to eat, huh?

A piece of pie or something?

Made with my own two hands.

(chuckling)

- No, thanks.

- [Lacy] Alright.

- Oh, baby!

What was your name sweetheart, is it Ward?

Ward, could you touch my tummy?

Do you got some of that like Alkabismol tummy stuff,

because it's being, put your hand there.

Damn, it hurts.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

What do you do?

- Uh, nothing.

- Nothing?

You don't have a job or something like that?

Nothing?

- Oh, I'm a salesman.

- Oh.

Where?

- I'm from Dallas.

But I'm living in Mississippi now.

- Dallas, oh.

Dallas and Mississippi.

Ya'll got some of the nicest men

I have ever met.

I mean, I love me some men from Dallas--

- Leanne, Leanne.

I think you better be going home

seeing as you have that big drive home

and that small IQ.

- Bye, Leanne.

- Bye my ass.

- Isn't that what men usually do?

(laughing)

- Ward, don't listen--

- [Lacy] Come on, I want to show you something, let's go.

- Don't you listen to them, Ward!

- As if you don't need enough

eligible bachelors in the course of one night.

- So, handsome.

(chuckling)

Aw, you sure are sweet, sweet and sticky.

(laughing)

Like a big ol' honey bun.

(chuckling)

- Shit, look at him, he's cute.

I thought you like your men like

you like your coffee.

- Well, a little rich white cream

ain't so bad once in a while now is it?

Anyway, you can tell he's way too upscale for Cheree.

The way he folds his napkins and all that.

- Just cause he's fancy don't mean

he's too good for her.

You be a good girl now.

Come on, let her have this one.

- Oh hell, fine.

Next one's mine, okay?

(chuckling)

- Is that all you want, honey?

You need to put some meat on your bones.

- Oh, please.

I'm already too fat for an outfit

I can't fit in work.

This will do just fine.

- Oh come on, don't you want to get closer to me?

- Oh, well...

(chuckling)

- It's 29 cents for the tomato.

48, well, 47 cents for the apple.

- Oh, God.

- Oh Lord, that's disgusting.

(gagging)

- Pat!

Pat!

(intense music)

(gagging)

(puking)

(toilet flushes)

- Do you know how many germs there are

when somebody vomits?

- Just cleansing the system, eliminating toxins.

- I guess my world traveler's gone.

- He's just blowing chow, honey.

He'll be back.

- What's wrong?

Cheree lose another one to Leanne?

- My name is Cheree, and you shut up.

(burps)

You make me sick.

- Well that's just bust a gut funny, Pat.

You know, whoever left their cigarette butt

in the lettuce, smokes the same brand as you.

- Hell, everybody smokes them.

- Oh yeah?

- You're the only one here disgusting enough

to put out his smoke in a head of lettuce.

- I'm thinking ahead.

- You shut up.

Go away!

Ugh, you stink!

- You know, Cheree, you ain't never gonna

lose your virginity with that kind of attitude, honey.

(coughing)

- Well it seems like them videos been paying off, honey.

- Oh man.

(coughing)

And in case you're ever planning

to lay another hand on me,

I know how to break your windpipe.

Hiya!

(laughing)

- That's cute.

- Hey Pat.

Fix me up one of them cheeseburgers you make.

You know, with the...

What's that special sauce you put on there?

- Ketchup.

- Yeah, that's it.

Give me some of that.

Hurry up, boy.

I got me some hunting to do.

- You ain't going after that dang

gator again, are you?

- Revenge, good woman.

I'm gonna bring you that gator's head.

(chuckling)

- And you can trade that in for some hot loving!

All night long.

- Okay.

One day...

There was a boy with a finger on his head.

The boy with the finger on his head

went to watch the game.

There was a boy with a finger on his head.

But even in the crowd, he felt alone.

(doors slamming shut)

- Oh, we're talking four star here.

Hello?

- What you kids doing snooping around here?

- Isn't this a hotel, sir?

- You sure are funny looking kids.

- We'd like a room!

- I seen you coming in your hippie mobile.

- Holy shit!

- Ya'll go, ya'll are stealing shit!

- No, no, no, wait, wait.

Um, sir.

Isn't this glass bulletproof?

- Ah, I suppose it is.

- We just want a room.

- How many rooms you want?

- Just one room with two beds.

- Nope.

No can do.

Gotta have two rooms!

- Why?

- Because this is my hotel,

and I don't want no women

shacking up with no niggers, no spics,

no gooks, no faggots, no nothing.

- Nice double negative.

I'll be waiting in the van.

- Sir, can we please just make this work?

(catchy music)

- [Ward] More than ever, the boy with the finger

on his head wished that he had a friend.

- Look, alright.

Separate rooms.

- [Woman] Thank you so much, sir.

- Who's Dave Burthope?

(chuckling)

- That's me, sir.

It's declined.

- Declined, what the fuck do you mean declined?

What are you doing?

- Don't get sassy with me, boy!

- Fuck, Dave.

- What man, what's your problem?

- Look, I don't mind you starting shit

with everyone, Eggburt,

as long as you got money in your account.

- [Dave] Dude, don't fucking talk to me man,

you don't even own a credit card.

- Hey, you guys think you can not kill each other?

I really wanna play New Orleans with a full band.

- Oh, so we can get signed?

- Hey, shut up.

Just drive.

(engine revving)

(catchy music)

- Don't shoot yourself!

You know, sometimes I feel sorry

for that there gator.

Len hasn't let it alone since it ate his finger.

- You heard about that boy on Route 98?

- Gave his foot back?

- Got swallowed up by that gator?

- Oh...

- Only thing they found, his bicycle handlebars.

It was terrible!

(drowned out music)

- [Dave] Ah, what the fuck was that?

- [Woman] What the fuck happened?

Dave?

Dave, the car's on fire,

what are you doing?

- What?

What do you mean?

It's not on fire.

Jesus fucking Christ, man.

Fuck!

- This is great.

- If I see that fucking mechanic in Chicago again,

I'm gonna fucking kill him.

I'm gonna fucking kill his mom.

- Alright, Joy, get in the driver's seat,

drive the car, we're gonna push the van.

- We're gonna what? - What?

- We're gonna push the fucking van down the road.

We're in the middle of the highway.

(laughing)

There's gotta be a gas station down there.

- Alright, alright, fine.

(catchy music)

(imitation gator hiss)

(loud scream)

- What the fuck's wrong with you, man?

- I thought you were dead, you piece of shit.

- Oh my gosh, what happened?

- What the fuck?

- Dave?

Holy shit.

- I couldn't sleep, so I gave myself

some new body ornamentation.

It's cool, huh?

- Maybe you couldn't sleep because you were lit.

- Eh!

Fuck you.

- Dude, you are so fucking punk rock.

- Sid Vicious, dude.

- You guys, you guys, stop it, stop it!

Can we please just not fight today?

- You fucking idiot.

- Brendan, come on, Brendan,

just get out of here, please?

- [Dave] Bye Brendan.

- Fucking asshole.

- [Dave] Bye Ross.

- Damn, those cuts don't look so good.

- Yeah, so?

- So, I don't think you're gonna want to

get your chest amputated, genius.

I think we have a first aid kit around here

if you want me to clean them.

- Oh yeah, yeah.

- Hey dude, your lady wants to lick my wounds.

- We're fucked.

Lost and fucked.

- Close your mouth so you don't bite your tongue,

this is gonna hurt.

- So what's up with you and Ross?

- What are you asking me?

- I don't know.

I just want to know what the band would be like

if things were different.

Ow!

Jesus, what the fuck?

- I told you to shut up.

- I don't see any cars.

- People around here are probably holy rolling

on Sundays.

Can I get a witness, amen!

- Everything cool?

- Yeah.

It is now.

- Damn, it's hot.

(loud banging)

Have you guys figure out what you're gonna

do about this?

- That's a good question, poop dick.

Maybe we can carve S.O.S. in your back

and you can stand like a billboard

on the side of the road until you die

or a car shows up.

- Hey, you could try.

Why don't you guys walk to town,

and I'll just kick it here and watch the stuff.

- I am so tired of you kickin' back.

It's too hot for you?

Oh, I'm cool as a God damn cucumber.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

You want us to walk somewhere

and get help for you, Dave?

Is that it?

Huh?

Is that it?

Well it doesn't work that way, you stupid son of a bitch.

- Ross, Ross!

- Stay away from me, stay away from me.

Look man, fuck you man.

Don't even look at me the rest of the God damn tour,

or I'll pour salt in your fucking wounds so quick

you won't know what hit you.

- I'm looking at you.

- Chill the fuck out, Ross.

Chill out!

- [Joy] Guys, guys!

- [Brendan] Chill out, Ross!

- Why can't you be part of the fucking

solution for once, man huh?

- Yeah, like it's my fault Brendan didn't

get the fucking radiator fixed.

- Oh, you shut your fucking dick, man,

I was just defending you.

- Oh, whatever man. - You know what, fuck you.

- You guys, you guys, stop it!

Look, look!

(catchy music)

- Name's Pat, what can I do for you?

- I'm having a problem with my van.

- Yeah?

If you can get your little lady here

to pop the hood,

I'll take a little look at it.

(catchy music)

Popped like a whore, didn't she?

(chuckling)

- [Ross] I wouldn't know.

- You niggers never did know nothing

about no cars, now did you?

- No, these days we're into golf.

(laughing)

- You're alright.

He's alright.

(catchy music)

Well, that'll do her.

You ever been towed before?

- Uh, no.

Is there a trick to it?

(chuckling)

- You know what, on second thought,

I'll let you drive my van,

I'll drive this here van.

- Okay, where are we going?

- Well, we're going up one exit,

and then there's a garage on the left.

And it's not open, seeing how it's the Lord's Day and all,

but I do know the owner,

and I say he'll fix you up right good.

(chuckling)

Hell, tow's even free.

- Well, what's the catch?

- Just one, little lady.

You gotta ride with me.

- No way.

This was a bad idea.

(chuckling)

- This guy's a fucking pig, man.

- I'm not complaining, at least he was

nice enough to help us out.

- You know, you'd be helping me out a lot.

My boss, he's got this daughter,

I'm kinda sweet on her, so...

You know, I've been bringing him customers and stuff,

to make him like me, but, I don't know.

Maybe you could act like you like me a little.

- Aw, shit, you know what?

- What?

- I think my seat's wet.

- Oh no, dude.

- Hey, what happened to that little guy's chest?

He get in a fight or something?

- No, he's just an idiot.

- So why you bring him?

- We need him.

- It's good to be needed, that's for sure.

Good to be needed.

(lighthearted music)

- [Woman] Good morning, Sergeant.

You're so nasty.

(moaning)

- [Mom] Are you alright up there?

- Mommy, can I have some milk?

- [Mom] Sure, I'll be right up.

(heavy breathing)

- [Lacy] Hey.

What'd you bring us?

Looks better than that dog.

- Or that fancy fella who puked in our toilet.

- He's still better than any boy from Hereabouts.

- Ain't never believe it.

Nah uh.

I found them on the highway.

Busted radiator.

This one here, she likes me.

She thinks I'm hot.

(chuckling)

Cheree's gonna be green with envy.

- Hi.

You single?

- Excuse me?

- Cause I have a daughter who would love you.

(chuckles)

Where you from?

Big city, right, huh?

Come on.

- That's not a good idea.

- I'll be back in five minutes.

Take care of the van.

- Hi.

- What brings ya'll to Hereabouts?

- We're just passing through.

We're from Chicago.

- Where's that?

- South of the Sticks and north of Bumfuck.

- [Ross] It's in Ill...

- Hey.

That there's some nice, what do you call,

ornarementation?

- Yeah, that there's some nice grammar.

- Oh.

I see.

So you must be Mr. I finished high school,

so I'm a big ol' smarty pants troublemaker?

(chuckling)

- Nevermind.

- Hey, smartypants.

What do you say you get yourself a tattoo

right down here, in what was it again, Bumfuck?

(laughing)

- Oh...

Hi yah, yah, yah, yah!

Yah!

- Come on, one minute.

- Oh my. (chuckling)

- Brendan, this is my daughter Cheree.

Cheree, this is Brendan.

- [Cheree] Hi Brendan.

- Hi.

- Brendan and his friends got a busted radiator.

- Aw.

- Which means they stuck here.

- Oh...

(laughing)

- Well, make yourself at home, honey.

I'm gonna get you two kids some lemonade, huh?

Woo.

- Yah!

Woo, hey.

You like Snot Rocket?

Oh man, I just love those guys.

- You do, huh?

- Mhm.

- Yeah, we're actually opening for them

in New Orleans tomorrow night.

- Excuse me?

- Yeah, we're opening for Snot Rocket in New Orleans.

- Yah.

I got you. (laughing)

- Um, can I use your bathroom?

- Ta-da!

(laughing)

It's all yours, go ahead.

- Alright, thank you very much.

- I won't pee.

(laughing)

- Julie Ward, where did you learn such things?

Your daddy?

- No, no, no!

- [Ward] The boy with the finger on his head thought

what if other people feel lonely too?

- Tomorrow night, huh?

- [Brendan] That's right.

- Oh.

So you must be psyched to open for Snot Rocket.

Big band like that, must be a long tour.

- Yeah, I'd be psyched if we can get to New Orl...

Hey!

- Woo!

(laughing)

I got a picture of your dingaling,

dingaling, dingaling.

Woo!

- Could you please give me that photograph?

- What photograph?

- The photo you just took,

can I please have that?

- I don't have anything.

- You gotta be kidding me.

- Nope.

(laughing)

Woo, woo!

Woo!

You're not just a honey bun,

you're a big ol' lollipop!

(laughing)

- Cheree, Cheree, you're gonna have to stop.

- Oh, are you sure?

(laughing)

- God, I'm sure you're a minor.

- Oh, well I may be a minor,

but I'm not stupid.

(laughing)

Brendan, is that your name?

Oh, oh!

- Would you give me that photo, please?

- Come and get it.

- This isn't funny, please.

- Oh, bad boy.

Daddy, daddy!

(laughing)

Hey, hey!

This is my insurance policy

that you're all mine until my daddy fixes you up.

- Yep.

Pat was right.

Radiator's shot all to hell.

Won't take me but a half hour to fix it.

Have it for you by noon tomorrow.

- What do you mean tomorrow?

- It's the Lord's Day.

A day to wonder at his greatness.

- [Joy] Oh my God.

(burping)

- Well, this is great.

What the fuck are we gonna do now?

- Well, we could ask about a hotel.

- How would we get there?

And what about the equipment?

- Have a beer.

Take a load off.

- Okay, this is where we die.

- [Man In Hat] Hey Ward, this box been open.

- Really?

- I can't accept no box that's been open.

- Oh, uh.

I tell you what, I'll credit you that one, okay?

- Alright.

- So is there a place around here

where I can get me a bite to eat?

- Just one.

- One?

(catchy music)

- [Waitress] Howdy, partner.

- Huh?

What?

Oh.

- Want to mount up?

What can I do for you?

- Uh, um.

I'll just have the...

I'll have the special and a cola, please.

- Got it, partner.

- Uh, miss?

Where are the bathrooms?

- Down the hall and to the back,

and don't miss the show.

- So, what's Chicago like?

(chuckling)

- Nothing like this.

- Oh.

- I mean, it's polluted, overpopulated, hectic.

- Well, Cheree would love to see Chicago.

Wouldn't we?

- Mhm. (chuckling)

So how old are you, Brendan?

- Old.

- Mm, I love old men.

They know so much about the world.

- Yes they do.

(chuckling)

- So do you have a girlfriend back in the big city?

- Oh yeah, a few.

No.

Yes, I do, actually.

Not at the moment, but...

(laughing)

Anyway, well, enough about me,

what do you guys do for fun around here?

(rock music)

- Oh, hot diggity!

This is what we do around here for fun.

Woo, I love this song!

Woohoo!

Hey, who started the party without me?

- Hey, hey, hey.

- This is a cool setup you got, man.

- Yep, gotta do right by my family.

Til Lacy gets my baby girl Cheree married off,

I gotta be the provider for both of them.

Ready, son?

- Ready.

- One. - One.

- Two. - Two.

Three.

Hot damn.

- [Pat] Come on now, come on now.

- Come on now.

One, two,

three, four, five.

Hayee!

(cheering)

Thank you son.

I'd like to see Cheree end up with Pat here but...

Lacy?

She don't like boys from Hereabouts.

- Why not, man?

What's wrong with Hereabouts?

- Lacy says jeans pulls too small,

but I don't know no damn Jean.

- I think you mean the gene pool.

- That's right, the gene pool is too small.

- No shit.

- Hey son, why don't you go fetch

another keg of beer.

- [Pat] Aye, aye.

- Woohoo!

Ya'll started the party without me.

Ya'll gonna stay for supper, ain't ya?

- Uh--

- [Lacy] Of course you'll stay.

- Uh oh.

Here come the hormones.

- Oh.

I'll run interference.

- Hey Lacy.

Cheree here?

I just wanna say sorry.

You know, I was being such a bitch last night.

- Well that's very kind of you,

but she's with that new fella.

- Who's that?

- Oh.

He's in that band that got stranded.

He's opening for those Snot Rags.

Of course, he's got a girlfriend,

so I wouldn't even think about going over there

because he's taken and...

God, I can see my reflection in your ass.

- Hi.

You know, I'm kinda thirsty.

Let me see.

Oops, I got myself wet, oh no!

(laughing)

Oh boys, look at that, I'm really wet!

(laughing)

You think that maybe you would like

a little bit more?

Oh yeah, I think so.

- Yes, get me wet.

- I think I like it.

Oh, do you like it?

- Hey.

Here's a dollar, go buy yourself a fucking life.

- Hey.

Hey, hey, hey, she wasn't serious.

- Hey, Pussywillow.

Why don't you come sit by me?

Come on, big daddy got a dollar for you.

Don't you like me?

Clear space right here.

- Go.

- Oh, come on.

Why don't you give me a kiss?

Oh fuck!

- What kind of girl do you think I am, fucker!

- He thinks you're a stripper.

- He ain't wrong.

(laughing)

- Hey, smartypants.

Welcome to Bumfuck!

(laughing)

- Joy, Joy!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's your problem?

- You know, don't you think our situation

sucks enough without you having to drool over

some slut right in front of me?

- Look, she came on to me!

This is crap.

- Yeah, of course she did, Ross.

That's her job, okay?

You just didn't have to look so interested.

- I wasn't.

- Whatever.

How could you not want some girl like that?

(loud banging)

And what are we gonna do about Dave?

- [Ross] What about him?

He's a mess.

(loud banging)

He still hitting on you?

- [Joy] In his own demented way.

- [Ross] He's such a child.

- [Joy] He makes me want to pull my hair out.

- [Ross] He makes me want to quit.

- [Joy] Don't say that.

(bottle spraying)

- [Ward] They'd shove him.

The boy with a finger on his head.

Girls would make fun of him too.

Once upon a time...

Cause he's so different.

Suddenly, he had a great idea.

He liked being different.

Maybe, if everyone at the game had an extra finger,

they wouldn't feel so alone.

And neither would he.

(drowned out music)

- Grr!

(laughing)

Aw.

What's wrong?

Oh, don't you like me?

- Yeah, I like you just fine,

could I just please have the photo?

(laughing)

- You kiddin'?

You have to put your hands down my panties

to get that back.

Mm.

- Is your daddy a violent man?

(chuckling)

- He hunts, why?

- [Brendan] Ross, get the van fired up!

- [Ross] Hey, come on man.

Come on, we've got a keg.

- Ross.

- Hey!

- [Ross] What are you doing?

- Yoohoo!

- Give me that.

- [Ross] Hey, hey, Brendan.

- I wanna go see the pond!

- [Ross] What are you doing?

- Hey, Cheree!

That rock and roll girl's got a serious crush on me!

Don't she, Len?

- If you say so.

Hey, you be careful baby girl.

- [Cheree] Alright, Daddy!

- What you think about this?

- Uh.

That's very interesting, thank you.

- You're welcome.

♪ Watching

♪ Waiting

♪ Loving

♪ Hating

♪ I'll, I'll

♪ Begin to unwind

♪ I, I

♪ Just can't find

♪ Logical reason

♪ Why you're not mine

♪ I just want to know

♪ Are you my baby

♪ I just want to know

♪ Are you my whore

♪ You know I had a little taste ♪

♪ Of what I might get

♪ I want a little bit more

♪ More

♪ Are you mine, baby

♪ Oh

♪ Yeah

♪ You drive me crazy

♪ Watching

- [Pat] Ready?

One.

- Yep.

One.

- [Pat] Two.

- Two, three.

- Woo!

- Alright.

- [Pat] Alright then.

- [Lacy] Here we go, here we go.

- Okay, hang on.

One, two, three, four.

- Five.

Oh, oh, here we go.

Six, seven.

- Woo!

- Seven!

- Nice shot!

- Thank you, son.

Yeah, thank you.

- Well, tell him.

I'm sorry. - Son...

I know it was your butt in that there lettuce.

- I swear it'll never happen again.

- And Cheree says you've been stealing her things.

- No, I ain't!

- [Lacy] Hey, ba, ba, hey, hey!

- Nah uh!

- [Lacy] Is that true?

- I ain't been stealing.

I'm not stealing nothing.

- Aight, aight.

Now.

(fly buzzing)

You say you ain't been stealing her things,

I for one, believe you.

- Great.

But we don't want you smoking

in the cafe no more, eh?

- No smoking.

- Oh, yeah.

One more thing, son.

Now...

I ain't the fanciest man alive.

- That's right.

- But...

You ain't gonna see me picking my nose,

or popping my zits around the customers.

- You ain't gonna fire me, are you Len?

I mean, just...

I ain't got no family except ya'll, I mean...

I've been working here for barely nothing,

I ain't got no real roof over my head,

no friends except ya'll.

I mean, I ain't complaining,

cause I gotta be happy for what I got.

But...

If you can me, I'm gonna be gone.

- No, son.

I ain't gonna fire you.

- No, we're not gonna fire you.

- Rack em' up, boy.

(catchy music)

- Oh my God, look who's here!

I never thought I'd see you again.

What the hell are you doing?

- Oh.

(laughing)

Hey, hey, hey, Leanne.

- Hey.

(laughing)

So what's going on?

- I'm just, you know, actually,

I was just waiting for the bill here.

- What you doing after the show?

- Well, I think I just oughta be out about

getting on home.

You know, I've got a wife and daughter there.

- What?

- Uh huh.

- And you don't wear a wedding ring?

- Oh, that, well...

You see, I'm allergic to gold,

and I start breaking out,

and it's pretty disgusting.

- Oh hell, it's just my luck.

I finally get you by myself, and you're married.

- Yeah, for better or worse.

- Well.

You know, I think you're very, very lucky.

Yeah.

Because I absolutely hate being alone.

- Uh huh.

- Yeah.

So, the least you could do is come and have tea

with me at my place, right?

- Oh...

No, I gotta be getting on to...

Well, the Stay Aspell Motel.

- The Stay Aspell Motel.

I know exactly where that is.

They got a restaurant, I'll buy the tea.

- No, no, no.

- Come on baby, follow me!

(laughing)

- Leanne!

- How long you been a musician?

- Since kindergarten.

- Hurry up!

(chuckling)

So it's your passion.

- Yeah.

- You know, I can be very passionate too.

(chuckling)

- You know, I should really go check on the van.

- Oh, you're not gonna get away that easy.

- Cheree, Cheree, Cheree. - Come on!

- I have--

- [Cheree] Come on, I wanna take you to the pond!

- Listen, I don't have time to go to the pond.

- That?

That's my twin brother, Lee.

I never met him though.

- Where is he?

- He's on his way right now, coming here.

- I don't understand.

- Oh...

That.

Him being my brother and all,

oh shit, that's a long story, you wanna hear?

Okay, here we go.

Turns out, I mean, I never met my mother.

I never met my father either.

You see, she was raped.

During childbirth she died.

And Lee went to foster care,

and I was raised by my grandmama.

But the family that adopted Lee,

they moved from here to Texas.

So that's why I never met him.

- So how'd you find him?

- Well, there's this...

Well, it was a regular at the club.

And he was a cop, and he used to come in all the time,

turns in he used to work in Texas,

and he picked up Lee a lot for soliciting.

(laughing)

Figures, right?

Shit.

Anyway...

First time he comes in our club,

he looks up on that stage and he thinks

that it's Lee gone transvestite.

(laughing)

Boy was he wrong, right?

Anyway, we became pretty good friends,

and he tracked Lee's parole officer down,

found him for me.

What's that?

- I have a chemical imbalance in my brain,

and this helps me control it.

You want one?

- Oh.

No, I'm way too hard on my body

to let it go all to hell

from some God knows what unknown side effects, right?

Thanks.

- You know...

We have something in common.

We...

We both have questions about our family tree.

- You mean like, you don't know your parents either?

- No, no, I don't know who the father

of my daughter is.

- Oh wow, that sucks.

I'm sorry.

- No, no, no, it wasn't my wife's fault.

You see, the medication that I'm on,

sometimes it interferes with my ability to...

You know.

- Right, yeah, oh wow.

I mean, that explains a lot.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- So...

My wife and I, well, we weren't getting pregnant,

so we went to a fertility clinic.

And after about a month or so, well,

she just got right off pregnant,

and she got pregnant with our daughter, Julie.

- That doesn't sound too bad,

what's wrong with that?

- Well you see, the doctor,

he lost his license for impregnating women

with his own semen,

and my wife and I weren't exactly intimate

on a regular basis.

- Wow, well.

You can get one of those tests.

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

My wife, she wanted to keep this baby

because her chances of getting pregnant

were pretty slim, so.

And she likes to tell me that, you know,

Julie looks exactly like me,

but it's the wondering,

it just kills me sometimes.

- I'm sorry.

Do you have a picture of her?

Because I'm good at this.

- Yeah.

That's Julie right there.

- Let me see.

(chuckling)

Okay.

Oh my God.

You are crazy.

You're crazy.

She looks just like you.

- You think?

- I think so?

I know so.

- Yeah.

(laughing)

Well, she saves my life every time

I'm ina strange place.

She just calms me down.

I even...

I write stories for her when I'm on the road.

- Wow.

That's really good, that's sweet.

You're really lucky, you know.

Having a family of your own and everything,

beautiful daughter.

I pray someday that I could meet some man

to just take me out of this damn town

and have a family of my own.

- Could you...

Just excuse me a minute, I'll just be right back, okay?

(drowned out jazz music)

Hey.

Yeah, hey.

I had a few minutes so I thought I'd give you a ca...

What?

No, what?

I'm sure she didn't mean anything...

Now just...

You let me come home before you do anything.

Now you tell Julie I'm coming home too, okay?

I'm coming home now.

- What happened?

- I gotta go.

Um...

I really like you.

I had a good...

Conversation with you.

(bell ringing)

- Come on, say it.

I was born on a pirate ship.

- I was born on a pile of shit.

(laughing)

Yeah.

Alright.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, I hurt your little old feelings?

(laughing)

- You better behave yourself,

or I'm gonna have to throw you in the pond.

(gasps)

- You wouldn't feed me to the gator, would you?

- Is there really a gator in there?

- My father didn't lose his fingers

picking his nose.

- Seriously?

- Sure, my dad's been after that gator for years.

Good thing, too.

Last week it ate an entire school bus full of kids.

And the driver too.

- Oh my God, I can't believe we've been gator bait

for the last three hours,

and you haven't even told me.

(laughing)

- Sit down.

Silly.

Go on.

- That's right, so you gotta get a tall beer.

- Alright.

- He sure does love that boy.

(laughing)

Loves him more than his own daughter.

- Well, father son, you know?

- Yeah.

Me and Len's cousins.

- Really?

- Yeah.

He always wanted a son,

but I told him he should be thankful

that our daughter Cheree didn't turn out

with two heads, do you know what I mean?

- Does Cheree know?

- Ugh, it's a small town.

(chuckling) Everybody knows.

There's no way she's gonna take after me

and marry a Hereabouts boy, nope.

Hell, Pat's probably a cousin.

I pray everyday that some new blood

will come to Hereabouts and take my Cheree

to a big city.

I prayed in church today.

Kicked us out when Len and I got married.

- Aw, well you guys got each other,

that's what matters.

- Yeah.

My prayers were answered when you

and them three fellas showed up.

Hell, where's that little tiny one

with the alphabet on his chest?

(chuckling)

- You know, he has been gone a while.

- Yeah, you go find him.

- Okay.

- Jesus, Dave.

How unoriginal is this?

Big rock and roller can't find enough

of an identity in his music,

so he has to go and OD?

I mean, come on.

- Yeah, I thought I moved out of my parents house

a long time ago.

- Hey, I don't give a shit what you do.

I just think if these people are nice enough

to let us into their house,

maybe we shouldn't vandalize their property.

What's so great about crack?

- It's fucking meth.

- Sorry.

No really, what's it like?

- Well...

If you feel any better,

it's a good, hard fuck.

- Well then I guess I'm not

missing out on anything.

- Hey ya'll.

Supper's almost ready.

Little lady.

Would you be so kind as to excuse us

for just a stick?

Thank you, darling.

Now you listen up, you little punk.

For some stinkin' reason, I almost like you.

Now you are gonna knock that damn chip

off your shoulder,

and start behaving like a gentleman,

so's I can keep on liking you.

Else wise, I'm gonna get my gun,

I'm gonna shoot your nuts off.

Are your ears working, boy?

- Yeah.

- Aight.

Now, like I was saying,

supper's almost ready.

Now wouldn't it be nice if you would

clean up a little bit in here?

And then go fetch my little girl Cheree,

and your little friend...

- Brendan.

- [Joy] Hey Lacy.

- Hey honey.

- How are you?

- I'm fine, let's put something in ya

before you disappear.

- Hey.

What is that?

- Oh, the greens!

- There you go.

- Can I?

- I don't believe I've ever eaten a green before.

- Make yourself at home.

- What's it taste like?

- Um, well it's hard to describe

the taste of a green.

They taste like...

Greens.

- Thanks, Ross.

- [Brendan] Have you actually ever seen the gator?

- [Cheree] No.

But I know he's here,

cause I feel him watching me.

(loud scream)

- Oh shit, oh shit!

Oh my God!

- Cheree?

Cheree!

- Hang on, I'll save ya!

- [Len] The hell you will, that's my baby girl!

- Get me a gun, let's go.

Sweetie, we're coming!

(loud screaming)

- [Brendan] Oh, God.

Jesus Christ!

- Mama's coming, little buttercup!

- Hang on, babygirl!

(loud screaming)

- What the fuck is going on?

- There's a fucking gator!

(loud screaming)

- Oh shit!

(loud screaming)

(gun fires)

- Yeah, hot damn!

- Did you hit?

(loud screaming)

- That's disgusting.

- No, no, no.

It's the food chain.

- It's a whole fuckload better

than being that fucking gator's dinner.

(laughing)

- Does it taste like chicken?

- Oh, not at all.

But hey, I had no idea that something so ugly

could taste so good.

- Eat up, Brendan.

It's an aphrodisiac, you know.

- Hey man, now that the gator's gone,

what we gonna shoot next?

- Somebody needs to own the gator

from the pond, how is it?

(clears throat)

- Hey, um, you know I was wondering...

Is there any way that we can pay you back

for the repairs once we get to New Orleans?

- Oh, hell, son.

I know what it's like to be in a pinch.

Tell you what.

Let's exchange goods and services

for goods and services, eh?

Play us some of that there music of yours,

and we'll call it even.

Aight?

- Yeah, aight.

(laughing)

Cool, thanks.

Cool.

- We're gonna kick some gator ass.

- You the man.

- You know what I'm saying?

You know what?

Do gators have asses?

- [Ward] The boy with the finger on his head

went home and sewed a very big finger

out of cloth and stuffing,

and he painted the school colors on the finger,

and he showed it to his teacher,

and he held it up high,

and he yelled we're number one!

(uptempo banjo music)

(catchy music)

- Is it true that alligator meat's an aphrodisiac?

- It must be.

(catchy music)

There's no good time for me to say this.

So I'm just gonna say it now.

- What, this is your last tour?

- Yeah.

- Oh, come on Ross, don't do this.

- No, look.

It's been an eight year struggle,

and I'm over it.

- Look, you're using Dave as some kind of an excuse, okay?

- Maybe.

These are excuses I needed.

- This band is my whole life,

and I'm in it for the long haul.

If you quit the band, you quit me.

(catchy music)

Ross.

Ross!

- [Mom] So what have you been doing with Julie

behind my back?

- [Ward] What are you talking about?

- [Mom] She's only nine!

You never even look at me.

- [Ward] What?

- [Mom] You're sicker than I thought!

- [Ward] Will you be quiet?

I don't think we should be talking so loud.

- [Mom] Quit avoiding the issue!

- [Ward] Paula, just wait!

Damn it.

(catchy music)

- [Cheree] I'll be right back, Brendan.

Don't you go nowhere!

(catchy music)

- [Brendan] Sheree?

Sheree?

- Hi, lover. (chuckles)

- Sheree.

Sheree.

(chuckling)

Sheree, look, Sheree.

Alright, look, after all the fun we've had today,

what, with almost getting killed and everything,

I'm still not ready or willing to be your first.

- But...

Aren't I a sexy virgin?

You're not even a little bit interested.

- No.

You know, I'm fucked enough without fucking you.

I haven't slept in two days,

my singer's burning out,

I have to be at a show tomorrow night,

and my van's broken.

I'm confused and tired, and oh my God.

And mostly, I'm confused.

It's weird.

You're like a magnet.

But it's not sex.

I genuinely like you.

- If I promise not to try anything,

can we still share my bed?

- Hi daddy.

- Sweetie, what are you doing up?

- I don't know.

- Did you hear me and Mommy?

- Yeah.

- Scare you?

- Yeah.

Why do you fight?

- I don't...

Grownups just do that sometimes,

so now you just go on to sleep, okay?

- [Julie] Daddy?

- Yeah, Monkey?

- I'm not tired.

Will you tell me a story?

- Oh, honey.

I'm really tired, and I gotta go take a shower.

- You have to hit the road.

Right?

- Right.

Am I hitting the road too much?

- Maybe.

- You can tell me if I am.

- Yes.

A story?

- Okay.

Just one though.

And then you gotta get on to sleep, okay?

So, let's see.

Scoot over, sweetie.

Uh...

Okay.

- Is this the one about the girl

with the oatmeal in her nose?

- No, sweetie.

It's a different one.

(acoustic guitar music)

(birds chirping)

(bass music)

- Morning.

- Morning.

- So ya'll ready for your big trip?

- Yeah.

Um, listen--

- Ah, ah, ah.

She's already fixed.

(catchy music)

- Cheree?

- Thank you so much for your hospitality.

- You're welcome.

It's gonna be quiet around here

without you folks.

- [Joy] Yeah, we'll miss you.

- Well, son.

You ever get your little runt self back here to...

- Bumfuck?

- Bumfuck.

(laughing)

You be sure and give us a holler.

- Fuck yeah, Len.

- Aight.

- Thanks for everything. - You bet.

- Oh dear, huh.

Ah, a little sugar right here.

- Thanks, Lacy.

See you lady.

- Alright, honey.

- Well, I couldn't find Cheree,

so maybe you guys can say goodbye

to her for me.

- Yeah.

- What's wrong?

- I just wanted you to take Cheree with.

She just wants to see the world.

You know.

- Well, maybe next time we're in Hereabouts,

we can look her up.

- Okay.

Come on, give me a hug.

Take care of yourself now.

- We'll see you son.

- Guys, I really appreciate everything

you've done for us.

Everything.

- Put it there, son.

- Alright ya'll, take care of yourself now.

- Hello?

Lee?

Hey.

Oh my God.

Where are you?

Oh my God, you're so close.

Well, what time you get here?

I mean, what time does your bus get here?

Okay, alright, well don't hitch

with any weirdos, okay?

Alright, see ya.

Bye.

(dial tone beeps)

- We are finally on our way

out of Alabama.

Hey, what do you think of that, Dave?

- I told you the south was cool.

- No you didn't.

You hated it just as much as the rest of us.

- Whatever.

- What were you saying,

the Poison Cornbread Tour and shit?

Hey, am I right?

Hey Brendan.

What, you in love, Dude?

- Huh?

- I said are you thinking about

that teenage pussy?

- Dave, you're the fucking limit!

- Hey, hey, hap, da.

Now kids.

Don't make me turn this thing around,

cause I will, and we'll be stuck in Alabama forever.

- Cheree!

(pail clanging)

Where the hell is she?

Damn it.

Cheree!

Ai yee!

(somber string music)

Well, where the hell is Cheree?

- Well...

Maybe she took one of them chunkers

out for a drive.

- Pat probably pissed her off again.

- Hope she makes it home in time

for the lunch rush.

- What lunch rush?

- What you thinking?

- I was thinking, I want to go to

New Orleans someday too.

- What's wrong?

Don't you like it here at home?

- I like it fine.

- Ready?

- Get set.

Go!

(laughing)

Get off of me!

- Come on baby.

Come on, give me some of that good good!

(laughing)

(scared yelp)

- Hi Daddy.

- Oh, sweetie.

I guess I fell asleep telling you a story.

Okay, so.

Okay, where were we?

Oh, the boy with the finger on his head.

- Uh, Daddy?

- What?

- Mommy has some tapes.

- What tapes?

- You know, Mommy's tapes.

- Monkey, those...

Those kinda things are just for grownups.

They're not for kids.

You understand?

- Like cigarettes.

- Yeah.

Now I know where you got it.

- How do you think it looks?

- How does it look to you?

- Look, I don't care what you and Joy think, man.

Cheree's definitely not a virgin.

What?

She's a total slut, dude.

It's written all over the bathroom.

- Wow, Dave, I didn't know you could read.

- Oh, well gee whiz, Branden.

I didn't know you liked girls

over the age of 12.

(laughing)

- [Joy] You guys.

- Piece of shit.

- Fuck you, man.

Where's my guitar?

- Oh shit.

Don't tell me you left it in Whereabouts.

- Hell no.

It's probably just behind my amp here.

What the fuck, why is this thing so fucking heavy?

- Maybe because you shrank again.

- Eh!

- Hi, ya'll!

- [Joy] Oh my God, Cheree.

What are you doing here?

- [Branden] Cheree.

- Woo! (chuckles)

- Where's my amp insides?

- Are you okay?

- Hey, where's the rest of my fucking amp?

- I'm sorry!

But I had to leave home.

- Cheree, you could've just asked us.

We would've made you a roadie or something.

- No, we wouldn't have.

And if you think we're taking her with us now,

you're out of your fucking mind, dude.

- Yeah, Cheree.

I'm pretty sure it's kidnapping

to take a minor across state lines

without parental consent.

- Yeah.

So let's leave her the fuck here.

- Hey, hey, look.

Let's just call Lacy.

- Ross has a point,

I think your mom would like to know.

(birds chirping)

You can just tell Len that this is her chance

to see the world,

and we'll send her back on a bus

as soon as we get paid.

Yeah.

Okay, bye.

You got cool parents.

(excited cheering)

(laughing)

- [Cheree] Come on!

(laughing)

- [Dave] All the amps to wreck,

why'd you pick mine?

- [Cheree] Yours was the biggest.

- [Dave] Oh, you like that, do ya?

(chuckling)

- Alabama!

Yeah, hello.

What?

Aw, shit.

(acoustic guitar music)

Yo.

Oh, sorry.

I was just checking if you were alright.

- Hereabouts?

You going to Hereabouts?

- Fuck, if I can, yeah.

- My home's in Hereabouts.

Get in.

- Cool.

(acoustic guitar music)

- Listen, asshole.

If you so much as look at me again,

I'll kick your fucking ass!

- Dude.

I like her.

Hey, what's up?

Right.

- Man, I love the south.

- Hey, I heard the desert southwest

is kinda nice too.

- And the pacific northwest?

- Home's not bad either.

- Oh, can I go?

- Rare form tonight, people.

Ready to rock?

Yeah, woo!

(excited yelling)

(laughing)

- Oh my God, look at you!

Oh my good, look at this.

My twin.

Give me some love, give me some love.

(laughing)

Oh my God!

(laughing)

- Well...

That teacher thought it was such a good idea

that she told that boy just to go on home

and make a bunch more of those crazy old fingers.

Pretty soon, just about everybody had

one of those for their favorite team.

Just about everybody loved that boy

with the finger on his head,

because he was a little bit different.

Instead of being a freak,

he was a hero.

The end.

(chuckling)

(cheering)

(hard rock music)

♪ How we found the door

♪ I think I should be leaving

♪ Well are you keeping score

♪ Everybody's cheating

♪ Am I on the road, yeah

♪ Am I barely breathing

♪ I'm searching evermore, yeah

♪ For something to believe in

♪ This is fucking insane

♪ Do I have to play

♪ I've been watching our love fade ♪

♪ Watching our love fade

♪ Watching our love fade

♪ Please don't stray

♪ Daddy's coming home

♪ Mama will be screaming

♪ Someone is alone

♪ Everybody's dreaming

♪ Right on the floor, I am

♪ Well I was barely breathing

♪ Searching ever more

♪ For something to believe in

♪ This is fucking insane

♪ Do I had to play

♪ I've been watching our love fade ♪

♪ Watching our love fade

♪ Watching our love fade

♪ Please don't stray

♪ Please don't

♪ Oh, daddy's coming home

♪ Mama will be screaming

♪ Someone is alone

♪ And everybody's leaving

♪ Now I'm on the floor

♪ And I was barely breathing

♪ Searching ever more

♪ For something to believe in

♪ This is fucking insane

♪ Do I have to play

♪ I've been watching our love fade ♪

♪ Watching our love fade

♪ Watching our love fade

♪ Please don't fade

♪ Please don't fade

♪ Please don't fade

♪ Please don't fade

♪ Please don't fade

♪ Please don't fade

♪ Please don't fade

♪ Please don't fade

♪ Please don't fade

♪ Please don't

(cheering)

(somber acoustic music)

♪ Feel the small

♪ Around my door

♪ Just outside

♪ Always close

♪ I'll bet first

♪ Spoken legs

♪ Filled with words

♪ Open test

♪ So the guitar was played

♪ The summer sun

♪ Looks have changed

♪ For everyone