Get... Get...
Up!
You missed!
You missed this time,
you little menace!
I beat you!
Morning.
Honey, you're getting
all upset over nothing.
- I'm not getting...
- Here.
A nice breakfast
will cheer you up.
I am not
getting upset over...
- What is that?
- It's bacon.
I know it's bacon.
What have you done to it?
You said you didn't like
all the grease from fried bacon...
so I boiled it.
What is Lane doing up
at this hour on a Sunday?
Doesn't he turn to dust
if the sun hits him before noon?
It's tryouts
for the high school ski team.
He's going up
to Mt. Brody with Beth.
Sure he's going up with Beth.
He can't do anything
without that girl.
I tell you, Jenny,
that boy is obsessed.
Now, honey...
obsessed?
Do we not throw things away
when they're empty?
What in the name
of all that's holy...
Badger likes the prizes
you can get...
from cutting the coupons
from the boxes.
He's mailing them today.
Can't you wait until the...
Lane, a closet door can be closed
as well as it can be opened.
Sorry, Dad.
Dear, your breakfast
is getting cold.
It's all right, Mom. I can't
have breakfast today. I got tryouts.
Nervous stomach. Don't wanna
throw up from the chairlift again.
Had to buy that guy
a new hat last time. Bye, Dad.
Memorandum. I would like to
take a meeting with you tonight...
to discuss that vehicle
you purchased several months ago...
yet has darkened our driveway,
immobile, ever since.
Okay, Dad. Noted.
Talk to you tonight.
I gotta pick up Beth.
Ricky.
Don't be so shy. Come on.
Monique, this is Ricky.
Ricky, this is Monique...
the French foreign exchange student
who'll be staying with us.
It's an awesome spectacle...
and a vicious display
of seething opponents...
once again paralleled
in an obstinate attempt to prove...
superiority of the roads
unequal in our lifetime.
The crowds swell with anticipation
as the lights turn green!
You stupid bonehead!
I'm gonna activate your dental plan!
Come here, you idiot!
Get out of this car!
If he asks me out,
of course I'm gonna go out with him.
I mean, he skis the K-12.
Yeah. He's so boss.
I'll tell him after tryouts. You
know how he gets when he gets upset.
Yeah. From the chairlift.
He had to buy the guy
a new hat last time.
Lane's here. I gotta go.
I'll call you later. Bye.
He's the only person
in Greendale...
that's ever skied the K-12
from the glacier and lived.
Man, what a hunk.
Listen up.
Your running time has to be...
under 58 seconds to even
be considered for the team.
Your time will be gauged
along with a rating...
of one to ten on your style,
which will be judged solely by me...
and my vast expertise
of skiing technique.
Why don't we have you sorry-looking
lot of hopefuls make your way up.
You future members of the girls'
ski team can all keep me company...
until it's time
for you to take the track.
- Who'd like to hold my clipboard?
- Me! Me!
You'll make a fine little helper.
What's your name?
- Charles De Mar.
- Shut up, geek.
- What's your name?
- Beth.
That's my favorite name.
- Buenos das. Roy Stalin.
- Hola. Lane Myer.
I can see you and I
share one common desire...
the desire to be a part
of the well-oiled machinery...
that is the Greendale
High School ski-racing team.
- The desire for victory.
- Well, I...
Right on! Get up there,
and let's see what you got.
- Ready up there?
- Yeah. We're all set.
What is the next victim's name?
"Myer. Lane Myer."
Is that as in Oscar Mayer?
That's a roger, dude.
You were standing with Oscar.
Is he your main wiener man?
Don't listen to Stalin, kid.
He's a punk.
Now, you show 'em, Rock.
You show 'em how a skier
really skis.
- We're sending him down.
- That's a roger. Counting down.
Drei, fry. Go!
Too bad. Real close. Next.
Listen. I think we should talk.
We've been seeing an awful lot
of each other lately...
and I really think
it's in my best interest...
if I went out
with someone more popular...
better looking,
drives a nicer car.
Six months! Six months,
and she dumps me for him.
For Stalin. Just like that.
Six damn months!
Truly a sight to behold...
a man beaten.
The once-great champ...
now a study in mawkishness.
No longer
the victory-hungry stallion...
- All right.
- We've raced so many times before...
but a pathetic...
washed-up, aged ex-champion.
Let's go!
Someone's gonna see God.
I'm gonna break
your goddamn neck!
Get outta the car!
Get outta the car!
Hello. How was your day?
- Beth broke up with me.
- That's nice.
We're through. That's it.
What the hell?
Wait a minute here.
Wait. This is death here.
I haven't even been
to New York City.
Jesus. I haven't
even been anywhere.
Suicide is never the answer,
little trooper.
Greendale is a bodaciously
small town.
It's a flyspeck on the map...
a rest stop on the way
to a ski slope.
I can't even get real drugs
here.
Stalin's a hero, the only one
in this town who can ski the K-12.
You're a great skier,
but he's incredible.
What if I ski the K-12?
You think she'd take me back?
I'm back to suicide again.
I think we're all going
to enjoy this little treat.
I got the recipe
from the Ladies'HomeJournal.
The mail got wet in the rain,
so some of the pages ran together.
But what I couldn't read
I improvised with my own ideas.
You see, it's got raisins in it.
You like raisins.
There is still one more thing
I would like to discuss with Lane.
The subject is...
is the mystery car.
Thank you, honey.
Which even as we speak...
darkens our domain
under a moldy tarp.
You do know the car
of which I speak?
- Yeah. I just never...
- Let me refresh your memory.
Cast your mind back.
It's a crisp September morning.
You borrowed $200 from me
to purchase the car...
mainly because
your girlfriend Beth said it was...
I believe the term was "tasty."
Since then, that "tasty" car...
has slept in an auto cocoon
on my front lawn.
I'll get around to it.
Have you seen the exchange student
who's staying at the Smiths's house?
Perhaps you should go over
and welcome her to our town.
I think she would like that.
Mrs. Smith probably got her
so that weirdo son...
could see what
a real girl looks like.
You know,
he never goes outdoors.
Just sits in that house,
crochets all day long.
The Chapmans had
their exchange student...
stay with them for six months.
He practically became a son
to Jules and Irene.
You mean that kid
from El Salvador?
Can I be excused?
I'm not feeling well.
I'm just gonna be excused.
I can't figure it out, Badger.
You seem smart. Why waste your time
with all this kid-stuff garbage?
You're almost eight.
It was love at first sight.
Red dog! Red dog!
Bring it home, mama!
Got it! Got it!
So, how do you
like Greendale?
Fine.
And the school system,
you find it adequate?
School hasn't started yet.
She itched her nose.
I wonder if that was...
some kind of message to me
that there's something on my nose.
That's funny.
He wiped his nose after I did.
Maybe I got dirt on my nose
when I itched it.
God, he's too embarrassed
to tell me.
I must look sickening.
There she goes again.
What could it be?
Dirt? Relish?
Relish on my nose? How gross.
- She might think it's...
- Usually Nazis.
Not that. Please don't
let it be a booger.
Not now. Please, God.
I don't get it. How could...
How could she
throw away six months?
I mean, six months?
Just like that?
No explanation, no reason.
Just throw it away.
Doesn't...
How can you just
throw away six months?
I mean, when you're
in love with someone...
Six months is just...
I'm history.
Just bam!
Like that, I'm gone.
She's probably just testing me.
A big test.
That's probably... That's her.
That's her.
- Johnny.
- Four weeks.
Twenty papers.
That's two dollars.
- Plus tip.
- I don't have a dime. Sorry.
Didn't ask for a dime.
Two dollars.
Well, it's funny, see.
My mom had to leave early...
to take my brother to school
and my dad to work 'cause...
Two dollars. Cash.
The problem here is...
my little brother, this morning...
got his arm caught
in the microwave and...
and my grandmother dropped acid
and freaked out...
and hijacked a school bus
full of penguins.
So it's kind of a family crisis.
So come back later? Great.
Breakin'up is hard to do
Don't take your love...
- To me, and she's gone
- And she's gone
Fifty ways to leave your lover
Hurts so bad
They say that breakin'up
is hard to do...
The three cardinal
trapezoidal formations...
hereto made orientable
in our diagram...
by connecting
the various points...
HIGK, PEGQ and LMNO...
creating our geometric
configurations...
which have no properties,
but with location...
are equal to
the described triangle CAB...
quintuplicated.
Therefore...
it is also
the five triangles...
composing
the aforementioned NIGH.
Each are equal to the triangle
CAB in this geometric concept.
Therefore, in a like manner...
the geometric metaphors...
can derive
a repeated vectoral sum.
This was your assignment...
and I would like
to see the results.
Please, take them out.
Oops.
Sophia.
- And Buster.
- Please!
- Me! Me!
- And... Beth.
- And...
- Please! Please!
- Please, please!
- Mr. Myer.
Please join us
at the blackboard...
and show us your solution
to this paltry geometric dilemma.
Sorry.
For God's sakes,
would you relax?
- It's just our virginity.
- Yeah, I agree totally.
I feel like we should tell someone
or do something.
I can get my dad's Polaroid
or something.
- What was that?
- What was what?
I heard something.
We're in the most secluded place
in the Northern Hemisphere.
I assure you
we are totally alone.
Come on.
What's wrong?
That thing I put on me...
it broke.
Broke? It broke?
- Take it easy. I'll buy a new one.
- I don't want a new one!
- Do you know what that means?
- I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
Now, now.
I'll see you all tomorrow.
Just remember to memorize pages
- All right!
- Cool!
I just can't wait
till tomorrow.
Wait for me at my locker.
Listen...
I've been thinking about what
you told me last night...
and I've decided
I'm gonna help you.
How?
I've been going to this high school
for 71/2 years.
I'm no dummy.
I know high school girls.
Two things. One...
how about your sax?
The thing about Roy is
he plays the guitar.
- He does?
- Yeah. Girls love that.
- Why don't you take up sax again?
- Number two?
The K-12, dude.
You make a gnarly run
like that...
and girls will get sterile
just looking at you.
Would you stay behind?
I'd like a word with you.
We'll do this.
Talk to you later.
Yes, sir?
This is a bit awkward.
Yes, sir.
Well...
I've heard a few things, and...
Well, I was wondering...
if you would mind
if I took out Beth.
And I love you so much
'Cause I met you
in first grade
Yes, I love you
What'd you go
and do that for?
Really. Why?
That's sick.
"Sick"? I love you.
How could you dump me for him?
Face it.
You're a no-show, a loss.
You're immature. You can't do
a single thing by yourself.
You're a spastic Nerf bag
all the time.
And besides,
Roy can ski the K-12.
How could I enjoy high school
with you as a boyfriend?
Any girl in this school would be
overwhelmed to go out with me.
Chris Cummins?
You haven't got a chance.
- She'd go out with me in a second.
- Listen, you forget.
Chris Cummins dates
the basketball team.
Not certain members of the team.
The whole team.
You so much as talk to her,
you're dead.
So let's just say
you give it up.
Yeah, Oscar Mayer.
I think that's a fine idea.
I will not give it up!
You'll be sorry.
Someday you'll want me back!
Sorry.
I'm gonna get some milk.
Just one milk.
I'll be okay.
Watch this.
- Can I borrow these a minute?
- What's the idea?
Just for a minute.
Here. Buy yourself another leotard.
Be back in a minute, okay?
Excuse me.
I was thinking...
you skate, I skate...
we skate.
- Maybe we could get together and...
- You're a jerk.
Be a skating team.
- I was saying before...
- See you later, guys.
Let's go! Let's go!
- What?
- What are you doing?
- Nothing.
- Yes, you are.
Buck up, little camper.
- We'll beat that slope together.
- Yeah?
Yeah.
I'm right behind ya, buddy.
Man, it's a real shame
when folks be throwin' away...
a perfectly good white boy
like that.
If I could get past this first lip,
the rest would be a breeze.
I'm telling you...
Hold on!
Wait one second.
I think I'm on
to something here.
This is pure snow.
It's everywhere.
Have you any idea what the street
value of this mountain is?
Wait a minute. Hold it.
Outrageous.
I think I froze
the left half of my brain.
Look. I can't move
my right arm.
- Will you get serious?
- Look, dude...
it's Christmas Eve.
I could be home right now
drinking this monster eggnog...
my brother makes
with lighter fluid.
You've been staring
over that edge for hours.
People die down there.
And dying
when you're not really sick...
is really sick, you know?
This is very important to me.
I mean, really.
If I don't believe in myself,
I'm nothing.
I'll be as bad as Ricky Smith.
He sits around crocheting all day
and snorting nasal spray.
- I gotta do it!
- He snorts nasal spray?
Know where I can score some?
- Are you gonna help me or not?
- All right. All right.
I'll tell you what to do.
Go that way really fast.
If something gets
in your way, turn.
What a coach.
I'm gonna do it.
All right! Now turn!
Hello, Beth? Hey, it's Christmas.
I was thinking
maybe me and you could...
No, we didn't open
our presents yet.
You did.
The cutest thing ever.
From Roy.
A giant teddy bear
bigger than you.
Sounds great.
It really does sound good.
Look, I gotta go.
The Christmas tree's on fire.
Now open this one next.
I remembered
how much you liked...
the chocolate-nut brownie
in this one.
And look, corn in seasoned sauce.
He likes corn.
Now, come on. Don't be shy.
Give her your present.
Come on.
Give her your present.
Come on.
That's a Christmas present.
Do you have Christmas
in France?
Christmas.
Christmas.
Yeah. It's from Ricky.
You can take that
wherever you go...
to always remember your trip
to the United States.
How come you're so small?
Now. Everyone's gonna be
wearing one of these this year.
Honey, what have you done?
There.
It's real aardvark fur.
Really?
Well, honey, it's sure...
warm.
- Now for the best part.
- What?
The hood.
Everybody's gonna be
wearing one of these.
Isn't it fun?
- What is it?
- I'll show you soon. Almost there.
- You'll see it in a second. Ready?
- Yeah.
- Okay?
- Okay. All right.
Al, you fixed the windows.
It's a Christmas miracle.
Wait a minute, Mr. Bear. This
is crazy. I bet we get her back.
- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.
Your book on how to
pick up trashy women came today.
Tell me something.
What's a little boy like you
doing with big-boy smut like this?
Hi. I was just wondering...
I know that we don't
even know each other...
but I know that you were going out
with that girl Beth.
I can see that you're not
going out with her anymore...
and I was wondering if perhaps
I could just be with her...
go to the movies,
have a soda.
- Can I talk to you for a moment?
- Yeah.
Come in here and sit down,
please, young man.
- Look, I'm sorry about the garage.
- Let me give you the bottom line.
It would be entirely beneficial...
if you were to reenter
the sociological mainstream...
by reengaging in the ritual act of
dating members of the opposite sex.
I don't wanna date other girls.
I wanna date Beth.
I'm sorry to inform you that you are
going to start dating other girls.
- Starting tonight.
- Oh?
Tonight at 6:00,
you're picking up Joanne Greenwald.
- Your law partner's daughter?
- That's right.
The one with the big antenna
on her face?
Come on.
Mellow off.
It's a brand-new year.
There's a New Year's Eve dance
at your school.
- You kids love this disco thing.
- Disco? Come on, Dad.
You are really...
bringing me over, man.
- 6:00.
- Right off.
- On.
- On. Right...
All right, Joanne Greenwald,
you horrible thing...
here's your one chance
to go out with a real stud.
One night with me, and she'll
probably go blind with ecstasy.
Poor creature.
I hope she doesn't
grab on to my leg and start...
crying when the date's over.
God, what do you do?
All right, Joanne Greenwald.
Hi, Joanne.
Pal, let's get something straight.
I don't wanna go out with you...
and I'm just doing this
as a favor to my dad, right?
- I know you're happy to be...
- Right.
So let's make it a whole lot
easier on ourselves, shall we?
First, we'd have gone out to dinner.
That's ten bucks apiece.
Unless you're a cheapskate...
but I'm willing to give you
the benefit of the doubt.
- Thanks.
- I would've ordered double desserts.
That's $22 altogether.
Tax and tip... 25.
Making it a grand total
of $26.37.
Half of which
is approximately $ 13.67.
Why don't you give me that 13.67,
and we'll call it a night?
- Do you take checks?
- Sure.
You never know if you're
the victim or the fool
Only know I can't stop
thinkin'about you
Love was good until
you took it on the run
But I fell too hard
I guess I ain't the one
Starin'the night away
Don't know where you are
Callin'out your name
This crazy feelin'
Of a one-way love
You want a sandwich?
Sure?
Face to face
I had no secrets to hide
Well, you sure got my vote
for cutest couple.
Better shave her a little closer
before you kiss her good night.
"You better..."
"You better shave..."
I've been searchin'every day
Tryin'to find another way
I'd be better off dead
Than to live without you
I'd rather be a fool
I'd be lost
with someone new
I'd be better off dead
Than to live without you
I've been searchin'every day
Tryin'to find another way
I'd be better off dead
Than to live without you
I'd rather be a fool
I'd be lost
with someone new
I'd be better off dead
Than to live without you
I've been searchin'every day
Tryin'to find another way
I'd be better off dead
Than to live without you
I'd rather be a fool
I'd be lost
with someone new
I'd be better off dead
Than to live without you
I'd be tempted
I'd be tempted
I'd be better off dead
Than to live without you
You're the best thing
that ever happened to me
I knew right away
I knew right away
It's okay.
I was planning on having my nose
flattened by a professional anyway.
You're that French kid staying with
the dorkheads... Smiths next door.
We're neighbors.
Me Lane.
Monique Junet.
I can't believe
you're here tonight
Who told me dreams
don't work out great
You do speak English,
don't you?
That's okay.
I don't speak French.
I had no idea
where you'd gotten off to.
You shouldn't make me worry.
I see you've made Monique's...
acquaintance.
A number of times, yes. She's
a delightful girl with a firm grip.
Mother will pick us up
at the entrance of the school.
She'll be very disappointed
if we aren't right...
at the entrance
of the school.
Tell you what. Why don't you wait
in the front of the school?
And when Mom gets here,
you have her honk the old horn.
Monique and I would like
to continue our conversation.
You should not upset Mother...
ever.
I guess people do a lot
of handshaking in France.
I wanted to let you know there's
an opening on the water ballet team.
I can make a call if you want.
Come on.
All right.
Studs and babes with Roy!
Why aren't you with Ricky?
Well, nice meeting you.
Good night.
Why weren't you there
as I told you?
- I told her, Mom.
- I know.
Don't you understand English?
Bye.
Two dollars.
Two dollars.
- Two dollars.
- Two dollars.
Keys!
Hi. How was your date?
They're out there.
They're after me.
Happy New Year.
- Honey, where's Lane?
- He just came in.
He went skiing this morning
with Charles De Mar.
I think he's in the shower.
In me, you see
A man alone
What's taking him so long?
It's his first day at work.
I don't want him to be late.
A man who listens
To the trembling of the trees
With sentimental ease
In me, you see
A man alone
Behind the wall
He's learned to call his own
A man who still goes
Walkin'in the rain
- Expecting love again
- You better...
- So you're Al Myer's kid.
- Yes, I am.
- You look pretty stupid to me.
- Thank you.
Let's see if you have any brains.
First you take the meat.
- You understand?
- Yeah.
Then you pat it
in the pig mold.
- Push it in the pig mold.
- This is a push.
This is a pat.
Then take the pig mold
and put it on the tray.
Now put on this hat.
See that sign up there?
You wear it with pride.
Put it on!
You gotta have pride and class
in this business. Understand?
Now...
What's that?
Those are the keys
to this establishment.
I want you in here at 6:00 a.m.
Saturday morning.
This place has to be mopped up
before the breakfast crew get here.
- Roger.
- All right.
- Where you goin'?
- I'm gonna go wash my hands.
- I gotta mold and pat.
- Wash your hands on your own time.
- Now, get to work.
- Yes, sir.
- Fat pig.
- What?
Pat. Pat pig.
Everybody wants some.
I'll show you
what everybody wants.
They call me mad!
Mad! Mad!
Me, a fool?
It's alive!
Oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah
You can't get romantic
on a subway line
Conductor don't like it
Says you're wastin'your time
But everybody wants some
I want some too
Everybody wants some
Baby, how 'bout you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I seen a lot of people
lookin'for a moonbeam
Yeah, ya spent a lot
Ya got lost in thejet stream
Everybody wants some
I want some too
Oops.
Lookin' really good today, buddy.
Lookin' real good.
Goon.
All right.
This is it.
- Look, Barney, a falling star.
- Yeah.
- Let's make a wish.
- A wish?
If you wish on a falling star,
your wish will come true.
No kiddin'?
- What did you wish for, Betty?
- Can't tell ya.
It would spoil the wish.
- Don't tell me your wish either.
- I won't.
Hey there. I know this is awkward,
me being a cartoon and all.
I was just wondering how you'd feel
if I took out Beth.
Matches.
Where have you been?
We've all been waiting for you.
You come and sit
right down here.
- Have you met Monique?
- Hi.
Now, in honor of our special guest,
I've created "Dinner Mon Dieu."
First we have...
"Fraunch" fries.
And...
"Fraunch" dressing.
And "Fraunch" bread.
And to drink... ta-da!
"Peru."
You really do go to the outer limits
to make an impression.
Monique, enjoying your stay
in our town?
I say, are enjoying your stay
in our town?
- She doesn't speak English, Dad.
- Of course she does.
- Are you enjoying your stay...
- It's no good, Al.
- She don't speak a word.
- Wait a minute.
I thought foreign exchange students
had to speak some English.
Well, as we're discovering
around our household...
you don't need words
to speak the international language.
Right, Ricky?
The international language.
You know... love.
The language of love.
I think Monique and our little Ricky
have a regular...
cross-continental romance
brewing here.
- Him? And her?
- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
That makes sense.
What does that mean?
I think she wants
to use the bathroom.
It's down the hall,
second door on the left.
Jennifer,
this is fabulous liqueur.
Reminds me of the moonshine
Ricky's dead pappy used to make.
- God bless him.
- Mrs. Smith! No! Wait!
I'm real sorry your mom blew up,
Ricky. Doctor said she'll be okay.
I guess she just won't be able
to eat any spicy foods for a while.
Not now.
- What do they want?
- They want a race.
- Lane Myer, the kid from Greendale.
- Here's a good example.
- I don't know.
- Brothers. One speaks no English.
The other learned English from
watching the Wide World of Sports.
You tell me which is better...
speaking no English at all...
or speaking Howard Cosell.
The chances seem slim that
this once-great has the nerve...
the desire to win,
that he once had.
You must obey the proper
speed limits. A car is not a toy.
- We'll take these guys!
- It's a close race.
Myer takes the lead.
This could go in Myer's favor.
You're exceeding the speed limit.
Lane Myer, slow down.
Myer takes the lead.
This could go in Myer's favor.
It looks very, very close.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Ricky's dead.
Ricky, are you dead?
I think he's dead. Monique.
Monique, I'm sorry.
I'm telling my mom.
See you later.
Ever since I got my license, those
kamikaze pilots have been after me.
If I only had my Camaro running.
If I had my Camaro running...
I would blow those boys
off the street... vroom.
That thing goes so fast.
It's got an engine...
Looks good, huh?
I guess after my mom's cooking,
you'll probably tolerate anything.
Have a Ding Dong. They're good.
There they are.
Don't get me wrong.
My mom means well, she really does.
Cooking's her new thing.
She cooks all the time now.
- It's better than it used to be.
- Hey! Buenos das.
I stopped by to tell you I'm gonna
be picking a new captain...
for the ski team on Sunday.
All you gotta do to be captain,
Myer, is beat me.
The tryouts won't be the same
if you're not there, champ.
So what are you and Myer
talking about?
Is he telling you
what a great lover he is?
She only speaks French, Roy.
She doesn't speak "imbecile."
There's one language I speak
that all women understand.
Just ask your last girlfriend.
Would you like
to learn some new words?
Shit! Stupid!
- What's going on here?
- Nothing!
Myer's new frog girlfriend here
is just as much of a clod as he is.
Hold on. You think you're such a big
tough guy because you're captain.
The truth is, I could
out-ski you any day of the week.
- Really?
- You want a race, I'll take you on.
- Yeah, I'm sure.
- From the K-12, champ.
- Chicken?
- What did you say?
- Anytime. You name it.
- You're diggin' your own grave.
No one has to know.
Just me and you.
Sunday. High noon.
You're on.
This just in. Lane Myer
will be racing Roy Stalin...
down K-12 this Sunday at noon.
I must be brain-damaged.
I'm gonna race. I'm gonna lose.
And I'm gonna die.
That? Is my car. The Camaro.
Remember? I was telling you
about it before? It doesn't work.
My little brother, he's building
a space shuttle out of appliances.
That thing's going to work. I can't
get that out of the driveway.
I'll talk to you later.
I gotta go.
Smitty? Yo, Smitty!
How's it going?
Here's the ski you called about.
My God. What happened to you?
You're all mangled.
- You get hit by a truck?
- I was trying to ski the K-12.
After the Olympics,
everything looked so damned easy.
You gotta be a real moron
to try to ski that run, you know?
Yeah.
- Charge it.
- Have a nice day.
This is as bad
as it will ever get.
I want my two dollars!
Two dollars!
I want my two dollars! Two dollars!
I want my two dollars!
No! I can't swim!
Something wrong, Monique?
Nice talking to you.
Hell, yes, something is wrong!
This, how you say, "dorkhead"...
is an unleashed sex fiend.
Look. He will not leave me alone.
He thinks because I stay here...
I am his love goddess,
his prostrate.
No. Prostitute.
Holy shit.
You big faker. You speak English.
But of course I speak English.
I speak very good English.
I will not, however,
speak Mrs. Smith's...
international language of love
with this reptilian son.
Well, honk my hooter!
I don't believe it. You've
understood everything we've said?
Look, Lane. If you were living
with a family like that...
the less you spoke, the happier
you would be, I promise you.
God, I never thought of that.
I thought if Casanova and I
had nothing to say to each other...
he'd get bored, go away.
Instead, he used it as a chance
to put his testicles all over me.
His what?
How you say... octopus, testicles?
Tentacles. "N-t." Tentacles.
- Tentacles.
- There's a big difference.
All I want is to come to the States
and see Dodger Stadium.
Now all I see is that... that face
in my door every time I move.
Dodgers, huh? I notice
you have a pretty good pitching arm.
What else is there that is
of interest in the States...
but the Brooklyn Dodgers?
I don't know.
You might find a nice friend.
You do have friends in France?
You know... friend.
Friend.
- Then you will not tell?
- That you're a Dodgers fan?
No. That I speak English.
- Cross my heart and hope to die.
- Do you?
Not at the moment.
What are you doin' out here?
Do you know what time it is?
Get in here before
you catch your death.
Jesus.
You are my friend. Good night.
Good luck.
Is that Myer boy bothering you?
Little Ricky's been lookin'
all over for you.
We've been worried sick.
Damn.
Hello? Hello?
No, thanks. I already had breakfast.
What are you doing to my car?
What are you doing to my Camaro?
Monique, what are you doing
to my car? It's already screwed up.
- "Screwed up"?
- Yeah. Very.
You got my car running! You brought
my car back from the dead.
- From the dead?
- Yeah.
- Not entirely.
- Can you put that back in?
Together? Where it goes?
If I cannot,
I am sure you will.
I have a great fear of tools. I once
made a birdhouse in wood shop...
and the Fair Housing Committee
condemned it.
"I cannot do it"
is your middle name.
Come. Help me push this
into the garage.
I think you're kind of remarkable.
How'd you learn to do all this?
Some things are not that hard
to understand, Lane.
Like you, for instance. You think of
these ways of killing yourself...
yet you never do it.
- Why is this?
- Isn't that kind of personal?
But I told you the sordid details
of my intimate sex life with Ricky.
I just figured you could
explain this dramatic death wish.
I used to go out
with this girl named Beth.
I really thought I loved her,
and she dumped me.
And I guess I thought I couldn't
live without her or something.
You would die to get the attention
of this woman?
You know, Lane, there are better
ways of getting attention.
Yeah. When she dumped me, she
dumped me for this real slimebag...
a guy named Stalin.
I race Stalin tomorrow. Oh, my God.
I have to get to a cave right now.
No. This is what I speak of.
This is good way of getting
this attention, when we beat him.
- Beat him? I can't beat him.
- Yes!
I think all you need
is a small taste of success.
You will find it suits you.
Step up.
One minute.
Voil.
Hold that thought.
I got these for Christmas.
Bon apptit.
Monique, I just wanted
to thank you for everything.
Merci buckets.
Wait. I forgot
the most important thing.
Look at this! How am I supposed
to live through this?
All you've got to do
is go that way really fast.
If something gets
in your way, turn.
Watch. It's no sweat.
Now you!
Hell, if you can do it...
Lane, are you all right?
You're mad about me, aren't you?
I'm okay, really. Nothing's broken.
It's just a little... Thank you.
I'm telling you, practically everybody
in the state of Northern California...
is around this particular mountain
waiting to see one Lane Myer...
tackle this totally
untamed slope, dead or alive.
So get the lead out.
That is all.
- Well, I guess this is it.
- Please hurry.
We have unfinished business.
Do not forget.
- Language lessons.
- You gonna teach me French?
The international language.
Kick his ass.
Shit!
I want my two dollars!
Oh, my God.
Two dollars!
- I want my two dollars!
- Of course the guy chickened out.
He's just a geek. Listen,
the wet wimp ain't gonna show up.
Of course not. So what do you
want us to do? Pack it up?
I tell you what. While I'm up here,
might as well break one more record.
- We'll set the synchros for ya.
- Ten-four.
Spencer, we're gonna
send Roy down alone.
- Looks like Myer is not gonna show.
- Count me down.
- Myer, you don't know when to quit.
- Myer's on the hill!
- Two dollars!
- Go!
Go!
- He's skiing on one ski!
- What?
Two dollars! Two dollars!
- There's something following them.
- What?
Two dollars!
I want my two dollars!
- I want my two dollars!
- Not now.
Two dollars!
Get out of here! Get lost! Get
out of here. Take a hike, brat.
Two dollars.
They're coming
out of the woods!
Come on, little buckaroo!
Come on!
You fiend! Man, you're
the hottest thing since sunburn!
- Nice try.
- Get lost.
Lane, you really are the best.
- We've been worried about you.
- What are you doing up here?
Do you know how long a drive
it is to get here?
Get her skis.
We're goin' home.
Excuse me.
This was a sublime metamorphosis
of the Lane Myer...
I think the crowds
were expecting to see here...
at Brody Mountain today.
Perhaps you can tell us
what brought on...
such an enchanting,
exhilarating fate?
Language lessons.
Language lessons.
Inspired words from a man
who knows how to ski.
You're nothing but a little tramp,
you know.
I don't know what Ricky
even sees in you.
- What are you doing with her?
- She's coming with me.
- She's coming with us.
- Wrong.
You would be wise
to do as Mother says, Myer.
Do something to him.
Son of a bitch!
Come on, honey!
Nail the sucker!
What are you doing to him?
Come on. That's a boy.
Come on.
Ricky, where are you going?