text / (United States) George Lucas, Gloria Katz, Willard Heike
Translated / Hao Yikuang
Radio.
There was an amber astigmatism on the dark screen, and at the same time I heard the "creaking" sound of the electrical appliances. The astigmatism gradually increased its brightness, and finally revealed a big "11". A red vertical ribbon moves mysteriously laterally on the screen, making a faint sound.
The picture slowly receded, and we could see that the shining ribbon was moving back and forth on the amber light screen, and numbers such as 70...80...110...130 appeared in the place it passed. At the same time, we began to hear more sounds—songs, vague conversations, and erratic pieces of music.
The picture continued to move backwards, and we saw that the amber light that filled the entire screen just now was the radio on the car, and the sound we heard was a program broadcast from this radio. The radio's tuning needle, the red vertical ribbon, stopped in one place at this time...Suddenly there was a rock music with a louder volume. Its bursting accent brought people back to the 1962 Golden Weekend Radio Contest. Everything was so simple back then, and the music was better than it is now.
At this time, there was a howling of wolf on the radio. It was the voice of the legendary werewolf Jack that passed through the barrier of time. His hoarse voice was particularly harsh and harsh in the clang of music...
Werewolf: Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! I'll just play an old song that your kid ordered...Oh oh oh!
Under the interference of the singing of "Shake It A Day and Night", his howling sound looked like a female ghost calling a soul.
Mel drive-in restaurant, dusk.
When the sun fell behind the distant mountains, the neon lights of this drive-in restaurant cast long shadows on its wide parking lot. In the foreground of the picture is a big neon sign with a "buzzing" sound—"Meer Drive-In Restaurant"; at this time, in the background, a 58-type impala version with a red-edged white Chevy ( Note 1) The car drove into this drive-in restaurant, and at the same time the beautifully decorated slotted radio in the car made the loud noise of the song "Shake it for a day and night". At the same time, subtitles appeared on the screen. Steve Bowlandre got out of his beautiful car after parking. He looked around, then walked to the front of the car and leaned against the fiery red front cover. Steve is 18 years old and handsome, wearing a conservative short-sleeved shirt with buttons down his neck. He is very likely to succeed the graduating class chairman. As he watched the empty drive-in restaurant, he suddenly heard a short and pleasant whistle. An Italian-made Wasp motorcycle has been pulled into the parking lot in an instant. A young guy waved to him, and when the motorcycle was about to tip over, the guy hurriedly reached out to hold the handlebars. Either fiddling with the position of the car, or being unable to shake off the debris on the wheels, Terry Fields ("Toad") writhed for a while before putting his motorcycle next to Steve. The Xuewei car stopped. Terry grinned at Steve as if not awake. He was 17 years old, short, and dressed very fancy, both applauded and amazing: a pink and black shirt, Levy jeans and white socks. His appearance is a bit funny, but he always thinks he exudes an unparalleled unrestrained energy. Steve looked at the shiny ducktail hairstyle behind Terry's head and the well-combed bangs hanging down his forehead. He unbuttoned a button and tugged his pants down to make himself more like a tough guy.
Terry walked to the fiery red car and leaned against it, imitating Steve, and acting as if he didn't care. In this process, the background music has always been the howling sound of werewolves accompanied by music. When the music ended, Jack the Werewolf began a string of humorous rhetoric. The werewolf is the companion of the two boys who are not on the scene. The wit and profound knowledge shown in the scoring quiz show made him the best friend, confidant and guardian angel of these two young people.
At this time, a gray, beetle-shaped Citroen slowly drove into the parking lot and stopped on the other side of the parking lot. Steve and Terry saw Kurt Henderson coming out of the car and standing next to his car. He is 17 years old, a chubby man with curly hair and glasses. He grew a small mustache during the summer vacation, and stuffed a paperback book in his Bermuda short shirt. Kurt thought he had seen through the world, in fact, he was an incorrigible person who was indulged in fantasy. He walked towards the two little friends.
Terry: Hi, what are you talking about? Is it Kurt? Was in the city last night, do you want to have a try before leaving?
Steve: Friends, the Friendship and Mutual Aid Association has been looking for you all day.
Steve took a letter from his pocket and handed it to Kurt without saying a word. Kurt slowly opened the envelope and drew out a check.
Kurt (sarcastically): Oh, that's a lot...
Terry: What? What? (Shrugs his shoulders) Woo — two thousand dollars. Two thousand---!
Steve looked at Kurt suspiciously; Kurt seemed guilty.
Steve: Mr. Jenning didn't know you, so he asked me to give you the letter. He said he was too late to give it to you. I'm sorry, but this is the first scholarship issued by the Friendship and Mutual Aid Association. Ah, yes, he said that they are all proud of you.
Kurt returned the envelope to Steve —
Kurt: Heh...heh, why didn't you leave it with you for a while?
Steve: Isn't this related to you? This is yours! Take it away! I do not want.
Terry: Then I want it.
Kurt: Steve... Oh, let's talk about it, I think. I already—the
sudden sound of the car’s whistle made all three of them turn their heads. Laurie Henderson drove into the parking lot and waved to them. She drives a family 58 Ezer.
Steve: Your sister calls you, let's talk about it later.
Kurt: Talk now and let her wait.
Steve: Okay, talk a little bit short, just keep your voice down.
Kurt: Okay, then...Listen to me (clearing my throat) I...I don't want to go tomorrow.
Steve: What! Say, what are you talking about?
Kurt: I don't know. I used to think I would have to wait a year... before entering the city -
Laurie had already honked the horn twice. Steve ignored her. Drying her for a long time made Kurt quite uncomfortable.
Steve: This little girl!
Kurt: Wait, listen to me...
Steve: You can't quit now! After all, we were admitted after hard work. We are finally leaving this bird city, but you are going to climb back into the nest again---ah, let me say a few words to Laurie. (Returns the check to Kurt) Take it, let's go this morning, will it be okay?
Suddenly there was a harsh bang. They turned their heads and saw a 32-type yellow Ford car broke into the parking lot as soon as it stopped and turned. After making the low braking sound often found in famous cars, it stopped behind the restaurant. John Milner, a 22-year-old big man, was sitting in his Ford car, puffing out "Camel" cigarette smoke rings, with a cold and tyrannical expression. He is wearing a white T-shirt, with a small flat head split to the sides to form a duck-tail hairstyle. Sitting in this yellow Ford is a simple, emotional and self-righteous cowboy.
Steve: Do you want to become like John in the end? You will not always be 17 years old.
Kurt: I just wish I had some time to think again. No hurries? I have time to go next year.
Steve: Let's talk about it later.
Steve walked to Laurie's Ezer car. Laurie walked out of the car at the same time. She is wearing a school uniform with the big color "Level 62" printed on one of her shoulders. Steve walked towards her, and the two met and embraced each other.
The music on that radio just finished playing, and then there was the werewolf's chatter——-
Radio (outside the picture): This is the werewolf, the werewolf Jack!
A woman (outside the painting): Hey, let's shake, roll, rock to death. You are listening to Jack the Werewolf's show!
Mel's drive-thru restaurant, at night.
The song "Sixteen Candles" was playing on the radio, and the lively night scene of "Berger Food City" was shown on the screen. High-speed vehicles rushed into the parking lot like water, and after the parking fee was settled, they drove back to the main street. The restaurant’s food delivery guys put on four-wheeled roller skates. Kurt and John were still fighting in front of the yellow Ford. A whistle sounded, and the two of them looked back and saw the Model 60 Ford carrying three girls slowly approaching them. A girl leaned out of the car window and smiled---
Girl: Hi, John!
When their car passed by, the girls in the car screamed.
John: Not so good, right?
Kurt: Why are the girls here so ugly? Do they have boyfriends? Where is the beauty I have found for a lifetime?
John watched the constant flow of traffic on the street in the hot night.
John: I understand what you mean. The choice is really getting smaller and smaller, and it's shrinking across the board. Here, you know, remember that five years ago, I took you around for two hours and spent a full can of gasoline just to go around in a big circle to find a beautiful woman. That was really the case at that time.
Suddenly, in the distance, there was a terrifying squeal, an incredible sound from a motor. The people in the drive-in restaurant all quieted down and listened.
Kurt: Hey, John. A new man has arrived in the city.
John: Haha.
Kurt: Are you going to find him?
John: Hey, listen, if the professor can't find me, then he is not qualified to race with me, right?
Kurt: That's right!
On the other side of the parking lot full of cars, Steve and Laurie were sitting in the front seat of his Snow Vine. Buda McCree, a car delivery man, came to the window of Steve's car with a dinner plate and showed him her tight blouse.
Buda: Cherry vanilla desserts and a chocolate mountain. What else would you like, Steve?
Steve shook his head.
Buda: If you come, let me know immediately. Just honk the car horn and I will be yours.
She tucked her blouse, cast an enthusiastic look at Steve, went to get another dinner plate, then walked around to the other side of the car, and lifted the dinner plate into the window where Laurie was sitting.
Buda: Catch it, it's exploded, I can't hold it anymore!
She gave Laurie a face like a rival and walked away.
Steve couldn't help being amused. Laurie also smiled. She is 17 years old, very beautiful, with big innocent eyes blinking, and a short, fluffy hairstyle. She pushed away the two sleeves of Steve's school uniform, which was several sizes larger than her, to reveal the necklace hanging around her neck. On the necklace is a ring of excellent life obtained by glittering Steve. Laurie is sweet, gentle, and seemingly weak, but she is practical in her heart and knows self-protection.
Steve: Where did I go?
Laurie: Oh, don't you think those romantic things in high school are confusing enough? When we first got together, it was only because you thought I was smart and funny, but then you suddenly realized that you had fallen in love with me. The matter is serious...ha...oh, you keep going until the matter is serious.
Steve: Look at what you said, as if you were recording my confession. Now, to be serious, what I mean is:...um...Since we both care about each other so much, since we both should regard ourselves as human beings. So, I, uh... shall I have two more fried foods?
They saw Terry running past the car through the windshield of Snowville, who was chasing Buda McRae. Buda ran away wearing roller skates.
Terry: Don't run, don't run, Buda...
Steve looked at them, looked back at Laurie---
Steve:...Where did I go?
Laurie: ...should think of herself as a human...
Laurie looks like she likes fried food, but obviously she has nothing to ask for.
Steve: Yes...Yes...Yes...I thought maybe before I left, we could still...reach a consensus...I don't care about knowing other people and not getting hurt, you know?
Laurie did not look up, but her mood changed as if she changed a
mask—— Laurie: Are you talking about dating someone else?
Steve: I think that will strengthen our relationship. We must know that we are in love, without any doubt.
Steve smiled, but after a glance at Laurie, he stopped smiling. They spent this crucial moment listening to the music on the radio. Lau Li suppressed her tears. Obviously, she just barely turned her face away and smiled at him slightly. He didn't think her reaction would be like this, he didn't know what to do for a while, and he responded with a smile.
Laurie: I think you are right. I just said that we are no longer children, thinking that after three thousand miles apart, no one is allowed to know other people or go out. It's stupid to think so.
Laurie took the ring hanging on the necklace from her neck and put it in her Kun bag.
Steve: Laurie, listen to me first. I didn't ask you to get that thing back. I think...
Laurie: I know, I just think it's a little furry boy's stuff. I will keep it at home. It is not so brilliant now.
Steve: You don't want to wear it anymore?
Laurie: I didn't say that. I understand, I haven't messed around yet. I mean, I hope you will not become a monk or something after you leave.
Steve glanced at her and nodded. The howling of the werewolf led to the overture of "Gee" sung by the Crows. Outside the car, Terry chased Buda around the drive-in restaurant, playing with the sexy deliveryman who was delivering the food incessantly---
Terry: ...I have a genuine selection of audio recordings. I even have "Pawn Love" by Johnny Ace. In any case, you will fall in love with Nelson who is going to run away with Marilyn Gator. Because he slandered you, we might...
Buda: He didn't slander me, you little idiot. Hi Steve!
Her tone changed immediately. Terry glanced jealously and turned to Steve who was getting out of the car. Buda twisted his ass and went to Steve.
Terry: She's a bit arrogant—this person doesn't know how to joke.
Steve: Listen to me, I'm here to talk to you...
Terry: Talk for a while, buddies, I'm your soldier. I like to chew gum with a buddy. Say it, I'm listening, and it's ears and ears. Say it.
Steve: Shut up.
Terry: Of course, of course.
Steve: Terry, I want you to take care of my car when we are away—at least to see Christmas. I'm afraid I can't take it away...
Steve noticed that Terry wasn't listening to him, so he turned around. Terry froze.
Steve: What's wrong with you?
Terry wanted to talk, like a veteran who was stunned by a bomb on the battlefield. He opened his mouth and only made a "chuckling" sound.
Kurt was standing next to Xuewei's car, talking to his sister Laurie. Laurie was still upset by what Steve said to her just now.
Kurt: Hey, girl, what's wrong with you?
Laurie: Nothing.
At the same time, they saw Steve telling Terry about taking care of his car.
Steve: Listen, the tire pressure and the materials on the cushions I wrote are all placed in the small storage cabinet of the car. Did you hear that?
The other two only saw Terry shaking his head mechanically.
Kurt: What's wrong? He is crying!
A tear really rolled down Terry's cheek.
Terry: I just... don't believe it... (walking to the car, stroking the paint on the car lightly) I don't know what to say. I will cherish... and protect this car, and do my duty. (Walking around the car) This is a super good car. Probably better than Darryl Stubborn's moonbirds. It is indeed better than Darryl Stubborn's car.
Laurie looked at Terry and realized that she had been left behind like that car, and it became a beautiful memory. She looked back at Steve, and he was looking at her too. The two looked at each other for a while...
Buda passed by with an empty plate. Terry saw her, wiped away his tears, and walked towards her. The expression on his face is a bit strange---
Terry: Buda, would you like to go to the car theater with me?
This suggestion was too generous, and she was so generous that she could not speak for a while. She looked at the other people around ---
Buda: You are lying!
Terry: Can I lie to you with such a thing? I want you to know what happened to me tonight will change everything. I got one...
John walked quietly behind Terry and carefully slashed away the buttocks of the jeans that were barely hanging on Terry's hip. Everyone laughed, and Terry quickly lifted his pants————
Terry: ...a car! Hey, who is—(He turns around and sees John, and changes his breath) Oh, it's John—It’s so funny (laughing with others).
John: Hey, did she pick you up like this?
Steve: Let's all go, it seems we have spent most of our lives in this parking lot.
Terry: Hey, Kurt, let's blow up this place so I can run my new car!
Kurt: I am willing, "Toad". But I have to go to the prom with Steve and Laurie. I have to let you calm down first.
Terry: OK, tonight will be very different.
John: Hey, wait, are you going to the prom? A farewell ball for freshmen?
Kurt: Yes.
John: Ah, don't go, guys, that's where the kids go. Don't go back as soon as you two left that place.
Kurt: Don't you have a little nostalgia?
Terry: We will remember the good old days, we just want to go nostalgic.
John: Yes, okay, go.
Kurt: Why don't you go with us?
John: Stop talking nonsense, buddies!
Kurt: Come on, for the good old days.
John: Okay, okay...oh, listen. You go first, Kurt, the little hairy boy. Go there and remember the good times you will never have anymore. I don't go to shit college. I just stay here. Happy as before.
John walked to his car angrily, opened the door and entered the car and "slammed" the door shut. Kurt looked at the others and shrugged.
Terry: Oh my goodness, Milner, you have a bad temper tonight.
Kurt walked over and stood beside the yellow Ford —
Kurt: What's the matter with you, John? Did I say something wrong? sorry.
John: Ah, buddies, it's okay.
Kurt: Okay, then we'll see you later, okay?
John: Good.
Kurt: Let's do something together for a while. You know, before Steve leaves.
John glanced at him suspiciously—
John: All right, wait a moment. Are you still going now?
Kurt: I don't know.
John shook his head. The werewolf on the radio is answering a call from a listener —
listener (outside the picture): Are you a werewolf?
Werewolf: Who are you?
Audience: I’m Joe from Little Rock, which is the Little Rock on the south side of the Grand Canyon.
Werewolf: You are calling from Little Rock, California, right?
Audience: It's a long distance call.
Werewolf: My, my, my... This listener, what kind of entertainment do you have in that small town?
Audience: All our entertainment is to listen to your show.
John started his yellow Ford, the motor roared loudly, then honked his horn and drove out of the drive-in restaurant. Terry and Kurt watched him go away.
The main street, Modesto's night.
During the day, G Street is full of used car dealerships, small shops, outdated department stores and low-level restaurants. At night, this place completely changed into another look: the lads drove red, low and modified cars, passing through the small town where there seemed to be no adults and fainted by drug addicts, and from this one-way street. The source of the source is coming together endlessly.
The police car was patrolling with the lights flashing, and the atmosphere was depressing. In the parking lot, in the glittering car headlights, lovers can be seen loving each other. In the Type 56 Xuewei car, the cool-faced young man sits in a comfortable short seat and can always hear the werewolf show. At this time, Del Shannon's "Elopement" is being broadcast.
John drove along with the traffic and saw a few bullies in a car next to him spraying water with a water gun. John drove his yellow Ford easily. He looked at a car next to him---
John: Hello, Zudu.
A sweaty young man turned his head and nodded at him through the car window.
Pezuto: Hey, Milner.
John: Hey, kid. What's wrong with your flat head?
Pezudu: What?
John: What's wrong with your flat head?
Pei Zudu: Ah, fuck you!
John: What?
Pei Zudu: Fuck you! Hey, we were talking about you.
John: Really?
Pezudu: Yes. There is a broken 55 Chevrolet waiting for you.
John: Yeah, I get it.
Pezudu: Watch out for the police in the parking lot of the Jerry Cherry used car store.
John: Okay. It's okay, thanks.
After John nodded, the two parallel cars separated.
Steve's white 58-type snow vehicle is driving on G Street.
"Toad" Terry listened to the ear-splitting rock music, humming and roaming in the car. He was sitting low, looking east and west, radiant, experiencing the novel feeling of riding in a really good car. This is the biggest thing he has encountered in the 17-year career of this frustrated teenager. When he turned a corner, another car drove up to him. A young man looked out of the car window ---
young man: Hey, "Toad".
Terry looked back, smiled faintly, and was even more proud of the new car he drove.
Young man (peeking out the car window): The car you drove is so beautiful. (Terry nods slightly) Oh, what a pity such a good car.
After he said this, he drove away immediately. Terry immediately narrowed his smile, changing from arrogance to furious. But he quickly forgot about it, and happily drove the beautiful Snow Viking. As he slowly drove the car along the street, another car leaned forward and went parallel to it---
a woman: Hey, boy.
Terry looked at the approaching car. On the back seat of the car, a young man took off his pants and stuck his bare butt on the side window—a bachelor of economics diploma pressed by his butt. Terry looked away, wondering how he would run into this kind of thing, even in his new car.
Laurie's 58 Ezer was driving on G Street.
Kurt sat in the back seat, staring out of the car window at the dark main street of the agricultural community. Laurie and Steve in the front seat were talking quietly. Laurie sat by the window, as if Steve had persuaded Laurie to sit closer to him. Laurie sat down. Steve stretched out an arm around her, and she leaned her head on his shoulder. Kurt laughed when the werewolf teased someone on the radio. Werewolf is answering a call ---
Werewolf (outside the picture): We are answering another call from outside the radio station. Are you willing to pick it up? Hello, answer the phone.
Interviewer (outside the picture): I’m Pinkey’s Pizza.
Werewolf: Hey, listen, do you have more spying equipment for agents?
Interviewer: Are you listening to popular songs on the stethoscope?
Werewolf: No, no, it's a reconnaissance instrument used by agents, sir. It observes the moon, the sky and the planets...and tiny astronauts.
Interviewer: You must have made the wrong call, sir.
Werewolf: Bye!
The werewolf suddenly sang "Why fools fall in love".
Sitting in the back seat of the car, Kurt has been smiling and listening to pop music shows that are always present. Steve slowed down and finally stopped Ezer at the next traffic light. Kurt caught a glimpse of a white Type 56 Thunderbird and straightened up immediately. In that Thunderbird car sits a girl. She was a blond girl, very beautiful; her hair seemed to be burning against the lights of a used car dealership, making her look like a fairy. Kurt didn't dare to move, as if he was afraid to scare her away. She smiled faintly---then she said something, her voice was so slight that she could hardly hear her...
Kurt: What?
Kurt wished he could roll down the car window immediately. She repeated it again, but he still didn't hear it. She smiled and drove away.
Kurt (screaming): What! ! ! what! ! !
Steve: We didn't say anything.
Kurt: Quick! Chase it!
Steve: Why? Why?
Kurt: Diagonally turn to G Street, I just saw a stunner! She is a goddess. You must catch up with her!
Steve: We didn't see anything.
Laurie: We will not spend one night chasing girls for you.
Kurt: I tell you, this is one of the most perfect and dazzling stunners I have ever seen.
Steve: She is gone, forget her.
Kurt: She spoke to me. She spoke to me through the car window. I think she said "I love you".
Kurt looked at Steve and his sister in the front seat. They were impatient with his romantic reverie.
Kurt: Don't you two think this is the same thing at all? Don’t you have any romance or passion? She... that person, she needs me, the one who drives around on the street, needs me! Can you park the car at the corner?
Laurie looked back at him, pitying him for this poetic fantasy. Kurt sat in the back seat and shook his head.
parking lot.
The big John drove his yellow Ford upside down into the parking lot of the "Shengsheng Laggard Car Hidden Company". This is the main place to see women in the city. The car of a young man with big sunglasses happened to be right next to him. They saw a Steve Baker car passing by with a group of laughing girls in the car.
John: Oh, oh. I will come back again.
Boy: It's a "crocodile".
John turned on the lights and drove his Ford into the traffic on the street three times, following the Steve Baker. John speeds up and goes with it. The girl in the front seat rolled down the window. John grinned and greeted the beautiful girls in the car —
John: Hey, are you new here? Where are you from?
Girl A: Turlock.
John: Turlock? Do you know a guy named Frank Bartlett?
Girl A: I don't know. Did he go to high school in Turlock?
John: Ah, that's a thing of the past. He is now going to Jersey City.
Girl A: Are you going to Jersey City too?
John: Yes, of course.
Girl A: Hey, by the way, do you know young man Phillips?
John: Yes, of course I did. I used to be in the same class with him.
Girl A: He is amazing now.
John: Would you like to take a ride with me for a while?
Girl A: I'm sorry, no. I have a master.
John: Hey, forget it with him!
Girl A: That can't be done.
John: You are going for a drive with a large group of girls. Hey, anyone else in the car, who wants to come over? Who wants to come and go for a drive with me?
The girls were chirping and laughing. One of the girls stretched out a bra from the rear window of the car, and the girls in the car burst out laughing. The girls wanted to overtake, but John drove their car tightly.
Amidst the chattering and chattering, there was a soft voice---
Carol: I'm going, I'm going... I have a place here. It is too dangerous for so many people to sit in one car. The police see it, and you will be pretty. Don't be afraid, I am as harmless as a kitten.
Girl A: Hey, Judy’s sister is willing to go to you. it's OK?
John (laughing): Yes, of course. Judy, his sister, his mother, anyone can come over. I pull it all. Listen, let's go ahead and stop when we reach the traffic light in front. It must be a red light when we get there. Is it successful?
Girl A smiled and nodded. John winked at her.
John: Don’t you get bored with him all day long? I'm going to grab it.
The two cars stopped at traffic lights. A girl jumped out of the Steve Baker and ran from behind to John's yellow Ford. Before the lights changed, she opened the door and hurried into John's car. Steve Baker drove away quickly. John shifted gears, and the man in his car looked back and smiled. At this time, the show "Will Become Victory Day" by Jack the Werewolf was broadcast on the radio.
John: So, you are Judy’s little sister.
Carol Morris shook his head. She is only 13 years old and everyone loves her. She was wearing blue jeans, canvas sneakers, and a T-shirt painted with "Dewey Webb Surfboard" hanging down to her knees. John seemed slightly taken aback.
John: Oh, shit—how old are you?
Carol: It's huge. How about you?
John: It's much bigger than you.
Carol: You are not that old.
John: Listen, listen, I think you'd better go back and sit with your sister. Hello, hey? Where did they go? Did they all go back? This is just for fun, right? Because I didn't take you for a drive, I just made a joke.
Carol: But you called me over. what's wrong? Am I too ugly? (Tears are almost falling) Judy doesn't want me to be with her, and now you don't want me to be here. No one wants me... even my mom and dad hate me. Everyone hates me.
John: No, no one hates you. I didn't hate you. It's just that...you are too young.
Carol: I'm not young! If you bang me out, I will scream.
John: Okay, okay, just stay there. No need for screams here. We want to do something else. (Seeing her wiping tears) It won't take too long to find your sister.
Suddenly, there was a car whistle sound beside his car. John looked at the car---
Voiceover: Hey, John, where did you go tonight?
John: Oh shit, hey, squat down!
John grabbed Carol by the neck and pressed her to his knees so that no one could see her. John waved slightly to the person in the other car passing by--
John: Hey, that's cool...
Carol's head was pressed on his knee, and she turned to look at him.
Carol: Hey, is this what people say it feels like to run into a policeman?
John jumped up and let go of her, as if being scalded.
John: No, no. Not at all. Don't say anything like this again. OMG...
he is already sweating now.
Carol: What is your name?
John: If someone sees you, it will be bad!
Steve's 58-type snow vehicle is driving on G Street.
Terry continued to drive on the main street, sitting low in the car he had just gotten lazily, with a cold expression on his face. When the werewolf read his list of songs, he straightened out the curls that fell in front of his eyes. Terry drove past a car that was starting. Around its cocked front cover was a group of swearing lads. Terry drove side by side with a Ford carrying the two girls. In order to attract the attention of the girls in the neighboring car, he deliberately made the motor make a noise. Sure enough, as soon as he did this, the car's windows rolled down. They threw him an obscene gesture, and he had to let them drive past.
Terry stopped at the traffic light. Next to him is a Type 56 Ford. Not only is the car comparable to it, but the guy who drives is also younger.
Terry: Where did you get this car, boy?
Young man: Anyway, better than you.
Terry rang the motor. The Ford also made a lot of noise. Both sides are fighting. At this time, the green light to turn left came on, and the car on the other side of Terry drove away. When he reacted, his car had passed the red light and jumped into the crossroad! Terry quickly changed gears and returned to his original position. The driver grinned at him. Terry blushed, very embarrassed, and started his Snow Vicker twice more, focusing on the change of traffic lights.
The green light is on! The Ford drove into the crossroad first. Terry slammed on the accelerator, but made a sound of crushing things; he quickly retreated the car and ran into a large Buick. It took Trimon a while before he remembered that he had forgotten to change gears. He hurriedly pushed to first gear. After seeing the damage to the car, a handsome gentleman came to his car window. Terry wanted to escape, but the car stalled in a panic, and he started desperately.
The elder: I'm sorry, I think we had an accident.
Terry: Ah, fucking, I won’t sue you this time, but you have to pay attention next time. is not it?
Terry yelled angrily and drove off, leaving the gentleman to stand in the middle of the road with a frustrated face. The car blocked behind him started to honked and yelled again.
Used car dealership.
Terry stopped the car in front of a used car dealership, jumped out of the car to check the damage to Steve's Snow Vine. He wiped a small scar on the rear fender, but the scar did not disappear. He spit up. At this time, a shy car salesman ran over in small steps.
Car salesman: For your car, I will actually give you $525 at the price of a new Kuwait...This is the highest price for this car. In the future you will know that it is 10% lower than the lowest price of this beautiful Kuwait. I'm talking about only 98 dollars lower, which is 98 dollars per month. How can I make you accept this unbelievable offer? Tell you the truth! I was forced to sell all the bells and whistles in the parking lot as soon as possible. This is the boss's order! He doesn't want these cars anymore. I think this is wrong, but what can I do?
Terry was worried since the salesman had fancyed his Xuewei car. When the salesman dragged him to see a Kuwait car, he was even more frightened. Terry finally broke free of the salesman's entanglement and jumped into his car. When he drove away, the salesman was still nagging endlessly.
High school gymnastics hall --- "Prom".
The Herbie band and cheerleaders in red jackets and sweatshirts performed their masterpieces in a popular form—the
band and the cheerleaders: one, two, three, four... one, two, three, four... slap, slap , Bang, bang...
bang, bang, bang, bang...
bang, bang, bang, bang...
bang, bang, bang, bang...
This is the dance floor!
The camera was pulled from behind the orchestra, and people saw the gymnasium in the high school of Dewey Middle School. The net on the basketball hoop was swinging back and forth with ornaments. The lights on the court dropped from a high place to only half the height of a person, and the sound was noisy. ; On the waxed floor are jumping long legs in stockings. A group of passionate young people are performing an ancient ceremony-dancing.
When the band played on the raised stage, hundreds of people danced and swayed. The lads on the wooden stands only saw a large swath of things spinning and circling in the arena, including ponytails and ducktail hairstyles, shirts and denim shirts with low open collars, and cardigans with small belts behind their backs. .
In the women's bathroom -
Laurie stood in front of a mirror. Behind her stood a group of girls. She straightened her hair, and stared at herself in the mirror in frustration. The woman next to her is Pegg Fuller. She is a beautiful cheerleader.
Pegg: Hey, why are you so upset? You will forget him in less than a week. Listen to me, when you are elected as the school flower, the custody will have a team of suitors —
Laurie: I don't want to go out with anyone.
Pegg: Laurie, I know that kind of sadness, but you can't... Remember about Evelyn Chernick? When Mike went to work in the Navy, she had a nervous breakdown, behaving strangely, and running faster than a bus.
Laurie: I just wish I could be with him.
Pegg: Laurie, hehe... Forget it.
Men's restrooms-
a bird's-eye view of a row of sinks. The boys, like the girls, are devoting themselves to doing their hairstyles. Some people are trimming duck-tail hair; some are making straight haircuts greasy and shiny; others are applying wax to flat hairstyles in order to keep their hair from deforming.
Steve: What is that?
Eddie's hand trembled and hid something.
Eddie: What is that?
Steve turned around and took Eddie's hand ---
Steve: Hey, makeup ointment for the treatment of youth beans! (Laughs) Wait, I tell the big guy, hey, Eddie, he...
Eddie: Oh, Steve — don’t. Don't say it.
He snatched the makeup ointment, and Steve was still laughing. He stopped slowly, looked at himself in the mirror again, and found something on his neck, he turned his head and looked at ---
Steve (calmly): Let me see that stuff.
Eddie handed him the pipe, and Steve applied it to his neck lightly.
Eddie: Are you leaving tomorrow?
Steve nodded.
Eddie: Are you engaged to Laurie?
Steve: No, but it is clear. We will still be together in the future, but anyone can date other people.
Eddie: You have to hurry up — I heard that all girls in college are being split up.
Suddenly, a voice yelled "one, two". They followed their reputations and saw a boy in each toilet cubicle yelling "three", knocking on the toilet. Then I heard the sound of pumping water. Suddenly, I heard the sound of water spilling onto the ground when the water pipe broke. broken! The boys all rushed to the door of each compartment, laughing and teasing each other.
High school gymnasium.
The lads rushed out the door of the toilet noisily, and suddenly all calmed down. A serious teacher looked at them silently, gently bending his heels. The boys scattered around. Steve and Eddie ran into Laurie from the ladies' bathroom and Pegg who was with her. They watched the people dancing in the deep sound of "She Is So Beautiful" played by Herbie Band.
Steve: Come here.
Laurie: What are you doing here?
Steve: Dance together.
Laurie: I don't jump.
Steve: Laurie, I want to dance.
Laurie: Who stopped you from jumping?
Eddie and Pegg were listening and watching. Steve smiled at them as if nothing happened. He stared at Laurie---
Steve (lower voice): Laurie, I think this is the last night we have been together in three months. Do you really want to dance with me?
Laurie: How passionate. You will be back at Christmas.
Steve: I don't wait for Christmas, I want to dance now.
He went to pull her arm, and she broke free -
Laurie: Don't pass your lice to me.
Eddie and Pegg watched their every move. Steve smiled at them again, then leaned forward and whispered to Laurie...
Laurie: Go aside, stay away from me, you touched my face. Even if you are the only one left in the gym, I will not dance with you.
Eddie: Hey, Pegg, I think we can dance together.
Pegg: No, it's not qualified right now.
Laurie: Eddie, I will dance with you. Don't you care, Pegg?
She took Eddie's hand and told Steve to get angry with Pegg.
Pegg: Joe Academy has gone on strike.
Steve dealt with her pretendingly, and then watched Eddie and Laurie laugh and dance "Walk Dance." The entire gymnasium is "walking" in unison, as if dancing to some unfamiliar military music.
High school corridor.
The music of "Walk Dance" floated from the gym to the empty campus hall. Kurt walked along with his hands in his pockets. He finally walked to the dim corridor full of locked cabinets, slowly found the 2127 lock, and then stopped. He smiled, and then began to check the number of the lock: to the right, then to the left, and then to the right. Kurt knocked on the cabinet door. The door won't open. The lock has been changed. He shrugged and walked out of the corridor.
High school gymnasium.
In the distance is Kurt walking. In front of him there was a group of lads clapping and applauding. There is a man and woman dancing "walking dance" between them. At this time, Kurt heard someone calling him ---
Mr. Wolf (outside the picture): Hey, Curtis!
So Kurt turned and walked towards a young teacher. This teacher is Wolf. He is surrounded by a group of female students who admire him (and want to upgrade). Wolf was dressed in an Ivy League outfit. He was about twenty-four or five years old, not a few years older than his students.
Wolf: Curtis, come over, how about helping me? I am surrounded.
A girl: Don't you dance? Just jump.
Wolf: No, I really want to dance, but I really can't. I mean, if old Mr. Simpson happened to pass by here and saw me and one of you sexy little things---oh, gaffe... One of you lady was with me, he would have to spank me.
Girls: Ha! what! what!
The girls giggled. Mr. Wolf shrugged at Kurt, then walked to a door. Kurt followed him, and the two walked into the night, throwing away the group of girls.
Outside the stadium.
Kurt and Wolf walked out of the stadium. Wolfe saw two boys smoking secretly in a dark place, and they were still laughing. The music has been changed to "See You in September".
Wolf: Hey, Warren. Stop smoking, gentlemen, go back to the house. After pinching the cigarette, let's go together.
Kurt (smiling and taking out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket): Guys... come one?
Wolf (draws a cigarette): Okay. Hey, I thought you were gone.
Kurt: No, I haven't left yet. (Looking for a match) I didn't bring a match.
Wolf took out a box of matches and lit the two people's cigarettes. They walked past a chain fence, past blinds in the classroom without lighting.
Wolf: Friends, how can I make people stop dancing with me? Can you give me some advice? ...You are going back to the east, don't you? Guys, remember the night I left, I drank faintly before I left. Exactly ---
Kurt: drunk.
Wolf: So drunk. It's true. Vomiting on the train all day the next day.
Kurt (grins): That's it! It deserves it. Where have you been?
Wolf: Middlesbury, Vermont. Got a scholarship.
Kurt: Only one semester.
Wolf (nods with a smile): It's a semester. I'll be back as soon as it is finished.
Kurt: Why?
Wolf (shrugs): Obviously, I am the kind of uncompetitive person. I don't know... Maybe I was frightened.
Kurt: Oh, you know, it's likely that I will also find myself an uncompetitive person.
Wolf: What do you mean?
Kurt: Oh, I really don't know what will happen to me.
Wolf: Hey, now--don't be stupid. Go ahead. To experience life. It's interesting, Curtis.
Then there was a call from the shadows——
Jane (outside the picture): Is it Bill?
They looked back and saw a girl running out of a doorway. Mr. Wolf knows Jane. She was his student, but he didn't say anything.
Jane: Well, it's Mr. Wolf. Can I talk to you for a few minutes? (Laughs at Kurt) Hi, Kurt.
Kurt: Jane...
he glanced at Wolfe. Wolf seemed a little embarrassed. Wolfe stretched out his hand---
Wolf: Anyway... Good luck, Curtis.
Kurt (shaking hands with him): Hey, see you later. Thank you very much.
Kurt turned back and walked back to the gym. He looked back at Wolfe halfway and saw him and the girl standing in the shadows talking quietly. Kurt turned around and walked away, but when he was about to reach the gym, he suddenly stopped. He saw a white Thunderbird among the rows of cars in the parking lot. He walked towards the car, and after a few steps, he turned into a runner. In the front of the car was a blonde girl who was leaning out to talk to a young man. Kurt leaned over to see the man of his dreams. But when the girl turned her face, he knew that he had admitted the wrong person. The girl's boyfriend glared at him, treating him as a hooligan peeping at women. Kurt forced a smile and left disappointed.
Type 32 yellow Ford is driving on the main street.
The yellow Ford drove smoothly on the street—a street lamp flashed on its painted front cover, and it gracefully brushed almost every corner. In the car, Carol glanced at John and smiled. The werewolf is still howling on the radio———the
werewolf (outside the picture): Now it is a feature show on the werewolf. Hey, it's a song sung by a newcomer band called "Beach Boys". I predict that they will have a long way to go to succeed. This song is called "Surfing Tour".
Carol kept talking about the adventure stories he and the children had experienced when he was a child, but John didn't even listen.
Carol: So we found their car storage the next day and took the ammunition.
John: Do you have no homework?
Carol: Don't worry about it—my mother does it. In short, he thought he had succeeded. He started the car, but he couldn't see the front through the windshield window... So he drove straight into the irrigation canal in a daze, which was lively. (John smirks treacherously) I still got something, so I don't want to take any more.
She took out a can of compressed shaving cream and sprayed it on his nose. He wiped off the shaving cream sprayed on his nose and rang the car horn in a hurry.
John: Hey, watch it! Oh my God! thank you so much. (Glaring at her) Hi, driving is a serious business. I don't want to have a car accident because of you.
Carol stuck out his tongue, then drew back to the corner where she was sitting.
John (looks at her): Forget it, forget it, just don't make me unhappy. I warn you.
Carol: Forgive me, murderer.
He glared at her, and she immediately closed her mouth. "Surfing Tour" is still playing on the radio. Carol twisted his body to the music, and John turned off the radio.
Carol: What are you doing?
John: I don't like shit surfing. Since Buddy Holly's death, rock music has been going downhill.
Carol: Don't you think "Beach Boys" is great?
John: What do you think, you ugly little annoyance.
Carol: Ugly? You big sausage, if I had a boyfriend, he would beat you up.
John (looking at the mirror at the back): OK—ha, shhh, Hollistan!
She looked back and saw a police car behind her, with police lights gleaming on the roof.
Carol: Okay, police. I want to tell him that you are going to rape me.
John slowed down and stopped--
John: Ah, don't, don't, don't.
Carol: My curfew has passed. I want to tell him how old I am, my parents don't know that I am out, and you want to rape me. Boy, you can't eat it.
John (looking at her): Hey, ha, really don't say anything.
Carol (looking at him): Then you have to say "I am a pervert. Carol is not ugly, she is beautiful." The
policeman knocked on John's car window. John wiped his face.
Carol: Go ahead, or I will tell him.
John (softly): I am a pervert. Carol is not ugly, she is beautiful.
Carol: Very good, I will consider this.
The singing of "Jiangyang Liar" came from the car that was driving past. John rolled down the car window. He looked at the arrogant policeman.
Hollistan: Where are you going, Milner?
John: Go home, sir.
Hollistan: Where did you go, Milner?
John: Did you just go to the movies, sir?
Hollistan: Milner, you weren't on Twelfth Avenue and G Avenue at eight o'clock, did you?
John: Yes, didn't I just say that I went to the movies?
Hollistan looked at him, then walked back to look at his car. Hollistan was only two years older than John, but within a few years, the uniform separated them.
Hollistan: Hey, Milner, the reason I stopped you is because the light on the right side of your license plate is gone. (Open the violation record book) I have to record your question. Milner, the front end of the car you are driving seems to be lower.
John: No, not low, sir. 12 inches and a half. Normal size. It has been checked many times. You can check again if you like, sir.
Hollistan glared at him and leaned over to look inside.
Hollistan: Look at you, Milner.
John: Yes, sir.
Hollistan: Hey, Milner, you can't make fun of the law.
John: Yes, sir.
Hollistan: We know that you were the one who had the accident tonight. We have a detailed description of your car. I could have caught up immediately and let it stop. But I did not do that. Do you know why, Milner? (John shook his head) Because I want to catch you on the spot. If I do this, you can't deny it, it's good for you. Happy birthday, Milner.
Hollistan threw the violation fine from the window into the car and fell on John's knee. He returned to his patrol car. After his car had gone far, John dared to say---
John: Thank you---Dalcote.
Carol (looking at him): You are a standard JD.
John: This, put it in the file under CS (Note 2) over there.
Carol picked up the fine and opened the small storage cabinet in the car.
Carol: CS? What's the meaning?
John: Short for chicken shit --- yes, that's what it means.
Carol: Ha, ha...
She was obviously taken aback when she opened the small storage cabinet and saw that there was already a mess of fines in it. The police car drove to their car again. John gave a soft cry, stepped on the accelerator, and drove the car into the traffic on the road and ran away.
Steve's 58-type Xuewei drove on the main street.
Terry looked around, feeling the feeling of owning this car. He put in slow gear and stopped at the red light. A very ugly-looking 55 black Chevrolet approached his car slowly. Bob Falfa, who was driving, was sitting next to his girlfriend chewing gum. She almost sat on him. Terry stepped on the accelerator and deliberately teased the 55 Chevrolet. Bob Falfa didn't even look here. He also stepped on the accelerator and made a loud noise like a Boeing 707 was starting. Terry was taken aback, and immediately stopped starting his car---feeling defeated. He looked over there, just in time to see the smug expression on Falfa's girlfriend's face.
Girlfriend: Is he the best?
Terry didn't speak, Bob Falfa stared at him from over there—Falfa
: Hey, do you know someone here who drives a broken yellow Ford—a good racer?
Terry: Are you talking about John Milner? (Falfa nods slowly) Hi, no one can beat him, man. He is the fastest runner ---
Falfa: I am unparalleled in the world, idiot. is not it?
Terry: Yes...
Falfa: Hey, if you see Milner, tell him I'm looking for him. Did you hear me? Tell him I will squeeze his donkey out of the road.
Girlfriend (again with an arrogant smile): Is he the best?
Terry said nothing. Falfa suddenly started the car and left, making an unbelievable loud noise again, leaving Terry in the same place staring at him as he left. Terry started his Model 58 Snow Vicker and drove off at a constant speed.
"Almost Grown Up" came out on the radio, and Terry drove the car slowly past the illuminated shop. Sitting in his beautiful new car, his eyes widened, wishing to see everything he saw along the way. He bypassed a rear-end collision at an intersection. There were two boys and two girls calling there at the time.
At this moment, he suddenly saw a walking single girl. He opened his mouth in surprise, and the speed of the car was as slow as crawling. The blonde Derby is 19 years old. Wearing a blue and white spaghetti-style dress, she was walking along the side of the road. Terry stepped on the gas pedal, but she didn't respond to it. He passed her quickly.
Terry: How pretty... what a pretty girl... "Werewolf pretty girl", she is everything to me.
Terry speeded up to overtake her, drove the car over a street corner to a stop, and started to think of a way again. He quickly pulled out the small comb in his pocket, adjusted the haircut, and then sat on the seat calmly. It seemed to be saying "Okay, girl, I'm here — James Dean is alive again!"
He stepped on the clutch and started the motor twice, all of which failed. Derby was walking behind him, and in front of her some disgusting motorcyclists parked on the edge of the road. When Terry passed them first, a particularly evil driver even turned his head to look at him. Terry stepped on the accelerator and bypassed the group.
Terry: Clean yourself up, girl, don't let these bugs get you on. Werewolf, please don't let these bugs get on her...please.
When Derby passed in front of the motorcyclists, they honked their car horns, roared and made lewd calls. From the boos and Derby's reaction, it seems that she is already a "famous" girl among many boys. She ignored the motorcyclists at all and continued on her way. Terry's car screamed and turned the corner again. His car followed her, driving at the same speed as her walk again. She walked in front of them for a while, and he walked in front of them for a while. So many times, but she didn't look up at him at all.
Terry: Hi! (He lowers his voice) Hey, buenosnoches? (Note 3) Is there no need to send one paragraph? The night is so good, can you take a walk? Do you know John Milner? What about Kurt Henderson? Do you really want to go for a drive in the car? Has anyone told you that you look like Connie Stevens?
This sentence made her stop. She turned around -
Terry braked, and the car rang to a halt.
Terry: It really looks like it! I was right! Too much like Connie Stevens. I met her once.
Derby: Have you really met her?
Terry: Really. In a show hosted by Dick Clark.
Derby walked slowly towards his car——
Derby: Do you really think I am a lot like her?
Terry: Too damn... I'm sorry, I mean I didn't just say nice things to you. You are like Connie Stevens. What is your name?
Derby: Derby. I always thought I looked like Sandra Dee.
Terry: Wow, yeah — you look a lot like her too.
Derby: Is this your car?
Terry: Yes. My name is Terry — they all call me Tiger Terry.
Derby: The look of this car is really cool.
Terry: Which school are you at?
Derby: Dewey—Can this car accelerate?
Terry: Ah, yes, it has a 327 Chevrolet engine with six Strombergs.
Derby: Woo — can be folded and rolled up. I like the feeling that the fabric can be folded up.
Terry: Do you like it?
Derby: I like it.
Terry: Okay, come in here—I make you feel that feeling. I mean, as long as you want, you can touch—(he immediately realizes that he has gone away because of nervousness) I mean cloth.
Derby: Yes.
Terry rejoiced. He got out of the car, and Derby took advantage of the situation to sit on the seat next to the driver. Terry entered the car again, sat next to her, and slammed the door shut. The two of them sat side by side, as if they were really a couple. Terry was a little nervous.
Derby: Go ahead.
Terry: What?
Derby: Go ahead. I like guys driving fast.
Terry nodded, pulled the clutch, started the motor, and the car made a high-frequency noise, and then started. The wheels lifted up the dust, screamed, and drove away like a catapult. The rear of the car was shaking, almost rubbing another second-hand car; it disappeared on the main street in an instant.
High school gymnasium, dance party.
On stage, the band is in a five-minute break. Seeing girls present, they all put on the cold expressions of tough guys. The Secretary-General of the Student Union announced a statement in front of the microphone -
Secretary-General: That big band is from Stockton, please play it for us.
Before the words fell, there was applause.
Secretary-General: We also want to thank Darby Longdon for making such a beautiful decoration for us.
There was another round of applause. Steve and Laurie stood in the crowd. The two are getting angry.
Laurie: You leave now, I don't care.
Secretary-General (into the microphone): It is now announced that the next dance will be the snowball dance. The leaders will be last year's class chair Steve Bolandel and this year's cheerleader Laurie Henderson.
There was another round of applause. Cheers from the crowd. The blue beams of stage lights searched on the stage, and then stopped on Steve and Laurie. They were arguing at the time.
Steve: How can you do this! You are too shameless...
Laurie was dazzled by the stage lighting, only to realize that everyone was looking at them.
Laurie: Ah, my goodness! come over.
Steve: What's the matter?
Laurie (drawing him towards the dance floor): Ah, Steve, please, everyone is watching. Smile, or...
they dance.
When Laurie pulled him onto the dance floor, Steve smiled bitterly. The stylus of the phonograph first made a "prick and pull" sound, and then "Smoke Messed Your Eyes" came out. At this time, Steve and Laurie were already dancing in the center of the dance floor. But only their pair of dancing partners. The others are waiting, and the mist that is forming will soon separate the pair of young dancers. And Steve and Laurie who were dancing were still arguing, but arguing quietly.
Laurie: You think I care about your leaving. You thought I would cry. You want to be beautiful!
Steve: Stop talking, keep your voice down. I don't know why I didn't ask you out in the first place.
He took her hand resting on his chin, pulled it behind him, and then hugged her waist tightly.
Laurie: Are you asking me out? When we met for the first time, you forgot to pour out the rubbish... I asked you out, remember?
Steve: What are you talking about? You asked me out!
Laurie: On the day of the "Lost Day"-remember? I was waiting for you to call me—you didn't call me for two weeks.
Steve: I was too busy then.
Laurie: You are timid. This is what Dave Obler told me. Later you asked me out three times, but why didn't you kiss me once?
Steve: This... I...
Laurie: You are timid. Jimmy Keller told me. I even asked my dad why you didn't kiss me.
Steve: Your father! You are too much.
Laurie: He said he thinks you are very smart, maybe you want to kiss me again later. (He moans painfully) Of course you are not. I must say. Do you remember that picnic?
Steve: Was it in the canyon?
Laurie: Wow, you can't remember anything! It was the first time, the one on the lake. It was there that you kissed me for the first time.
Steve (calmly): I remember.
They continued to dance slowly. Laurie burst into tears and hated herself for being too weak. Steve let go of his arms and looked at her.
Steve: What's the matter?
Laurie: Unlucky.
He hugged her tighter, and only the two of them were spinning and dancing on the dance floor, and the others were watching them silently. The music of "Smoke Has Messed Your Eyes" echoed in the stadium.
Parking lot outside the stadium.
Kurt leaned on a car in the parking lot. He looked up at the stars and listened to the music floating in the gym.
Wendy: What are you doing? What about stealing car covers?
Wendy is a pretty girl with dark hair. She quietly approached Kurt and leaned on the car. There was an awkward silence for a moment. This is a situation that often occurs when two people who have been close once meet again after their relationship changes.
Kurt: Hey, hello, Wendy.
Wendy: How are you doing?
Kurt: Good, great. How are you doing?
With the sound of a car horn, Wendy turned to a German Volkswagen that was approaching to the left.
Wendy: I'm here to wait for a close friend (turns to Kurt again). She has her own car. Hey, I thought you went to school.
Kurt: Well, maybe... maybe.
Wendy: Still the same, Kurt. We've been together for so long before, and you don't even know what you are doing...Okay, I'm leaving.
Kurt: Hey, Wendy, where are you going?
Wendy: There is nowhere to go.
Kurt (smiling at her): Then, do you care if I go with you?
Wendy (emotionally): Okay.
Kurt: Okay.
Together they ran to the German Volkswagen and got into the car.
Inside the gym.
The prom is about to end, and the lights have all been lowered. Steve and Laurie hugged each other and barely moved. He kissed her, kissed her for a long time, and then continued to dance until a short bald teacher came in and stabbed Steve.
Mr. Crut: All right, all right, Borandall, let's rest for a while. You should know the rules. What do you and your tired girlfriend want to do? Go elsewhere.
He glanced at them both in disgust and left.
Steve: Hey, Crut!
The teacher turned around and was surprised that he did not call him "sir".
Steve: Why don't you kiss a duck?
Crut widened his eyes, turned back and walked back ---
Mr. Crut: What? What did you just say?
Steve: I just said to kiss a duck, granite head.
Crut was stunned, and the others stopped dancing and watched.
Mr. Crut: Bolandel..., be careful. You don't come on Monday. Fuck off!
Steve (laughing): I graduated last semester.
The situation completely changed in an instant. Mr. Crut was furious, but helpless. In the end he had to go away angrily. Steve, Laurie and everyone present all laughed.
Steve (to Laurie): Put on your shoes and let's go by ourselves before being driven away.
Parking lot outside the stadium.
Steve and Laurie walked to her Ezer car. The background speaker is that Jack the Werewolf is answering a call from an audience:
Audience (outside the picture): Hello, are Werewolves?
Werewolf (outside the picture): Who are you?
Audience: This is Wild Willard.
Werewolf: Please wait a moment, let me take off my pants... Do you understand?
Steve opened the car door, then turned Laurie's body and kissed her.
Steve: Why don't we go to the irrigation canal?
Laurie (asked knowingly): What are you going to do?
Steve: Turn sideways, you know, I can be rude to you there too.
Laurie: Yes, brutally rude.
She kissed him and the two got into the car. When they got out of the car, the werewolf was still talking to the listener on the radio.
Werewolf (outside the picture): Sir, I wrap them around my knees and fasten my pants. I can't solve the tightness... Okay, Okay. I can dance now, sir.
The music of "Little Baby" can be heard, and the werewolf dances frantically to pray for rain with its rhythm.
Steve's 58-type snow vehicle was driving on the main street.
Not only does Terry look cool right now, but he sings to the radio coolly. There was a girl sitting beside him. feel good.
Terry slowly stretched out an arm to hug her, but when he had to hold the car, he had to change gears. Their car passed some boys. They sprayed water guns on each other from car to car.
Terry: Tell you, I also go to school in Dewey.
Derby: I have never seen you.
Terry: I always play truant. After graduation, I want to be a navy.
Derby: The Navy's uniforms are great. But what if there is a war?
Terry: Bring the bomb, who will use it first? Everyone is done together. Anyway, I have to go to the front. I'm like a person suitable for battle, what do you think. Once in battle, I...
Derby: I love Eddie Burns.
Terry stopped his conversation and tried to imagine where their conversation had been.
Terry: Eddie Burns... Ah, yes, Eddie Burns. I met him once.
Derby: Do you really think I look a lot like Connie Stevens? I like her-Tuiste Weld is more like a "Beat Generation", what do you think?
Terry: Yes, the "Beat Generation" are some frustrated people.
Derby: Who of them do you like? I mean the singer.
Terry stretched out an arm around her without knowing it.
Terry: Ah, I like almost all the people you like.
Derby (putting head on his shoulder): Great, we have too much in common.
The two of them began to sing along with the radio. Suddenly, she put a hand on his lap.
Derby: Do you know what I think most at this moment?
Terry almost made a "gasp" in a comic strip.
Derby: What I want most is the Chabi Chak set in duplicate. Isn't this also your favorite thing at the moment?
Terry (calm down): Of course...
Mel drive-through restaurant.
The fleet of flashing cars that can't see the end is still extending. In the queue of cars, Terry parked his Model 58 Snow Vicker next to a meal ordering speaker. The speaker is mounted on a metal pole. Terry's upper body leaned out of the car window and dictated the ordering instructions to the intercom—
Terry: Two copies of Chabicak, one Mexican spicy pigeon meat, and two French schnitzels.
Derby: Two more strawberry Coke.
The phone squeaked, and then quickly replied to him with a strange voice --- the
phone: Zake (Chuck), Jijin (pigeon), Kole (Coke).
Terry (button): Wait. What? Hey?
Talking machine: Zha Ke, each enter, test music.
Terry: Okay, yes. be quick.
As they waited for the meal, several lads in different cars greeted Derby as they passed by their car. A rough face suddenly appeared in the window where she was sitting. He is Vic Rozier.
Vic: Hey, Derby, how about my gentle little beauty?
Derby: Get out, Vic. I am not your little beauty.
Terry nervously pretended not to hear anything.
Vic: Hey, okay, my dear. So I never call you back. You know, I've been very busy...
Derby: Three weeks... And, it only took me one night to see that if you have a good head, you won't have a runny nose.
Vic: Hey, who are you talking to? Who is your si
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