Well, I left New York 1949.
To go across the country without a dad-blame dime.
Montana in the cold, cold fall.
Found my father in the gambling hall.
Father, Father where have you been?
Been out here in the world since I was 10.
Dear son, he said don't worry about me.
I'm about to die of pleurisy.
Cross the Mississippi, cross the Tennessee Cross the Niagara, home I'll never be.
Home in ol' Medora, home in ol' Truckee Apalachicola, home I'll never be.
For better or worse, through thick and thin.
Like being married to the little woman.
God loved me just like I loved him.
Wants you to do just the same for him.
Well, the worms eat away but don't worry, watch the wind.
The worms eat away but don't worry watch the wind.
So I left Montana in an ol' freight train.
The night my father died in the cold, cold rain.
Rode up to Opelousas, rode to Wounded Knee, Rode to Ogallala, home I'll never be.
Rode to Oklahoma, rode to El Cajon Rode to Tehachapi, rode to San Antone.
Home I'll never be Home I'll never be Home I'll never be.
ON THE ROAD
Got room for one more?
Yeah, sure, hop in.
There's room for everybody.
Alright.
Thanks, brother!
Whooooee!
Here we go!
Hang on, brother, hang on.
Where you guys from?
North Dakota.
We're headed for the harvest.
Thanks.
What about you?
Montana.
So, you going someplace, or you just going?
I guess I'm just going.
You got any money?
I got enough for a pint of whiskey till we reach Denver.
You reckon if we put them things in the ground, something will grow up?
If I get hungry enough, I plan to eat them raw!
I'll share them with you!
Aww.
Oh I got a pretty little girl.
She's sweet sixteen.
She's the prettiest little thing.
You ever seen.
I got a pretty little girl.
She's sweet sixteen.
She's the prettiest little thing.
You ever seen.
Oh I got a pretty little girl. She's sweet sixteen. She's the prettiest little thing I ever seen.
Five months earlier.
Leo Paradise loved many things.
Though part of him never left his native Quebec, when.
he moved to this country with his dear wife Gabrielle, he loved it with all his heart.
Now, he joins his departed son Gerard in a better place.
Are you all right?
In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.
I'm all right.
I'm good.
I first met Dean not long after my father died.
I'd just gotten over a serious illness that I won't bother to talk about
except that it really had something to do with my father's death,
and my awful feeling that everything was dead.
"Let's go for a drink", says my buddy Sal.
But I show up and guess what? - No Sal Paradise.
A boring, brooding mute has been inserted in his place.
Oh really, Carlo.
Well, what's there to talk about exactly?
The book I'm not writing?
The inspiration I don't feel?
Even the beer's flat.
I mean, look around, man.
Everything's stultified.
True, but these are temporary worries.
Life is long and wondrous and strange.
Look at me, Sal.
I'm full of inspiration.
My mind is a veritable echo chamber of epiphanies.
Dig it "The air is dark.
The night is sad...
I'll get you another beer!
Bravo, very nice, Carlo!
Chad.
I've been looking all over town for you hoodlums.
How you doing, man?
Listen, remember that thing?
Jailbird friend of mine from Denver?
The one that stole 500 cars?
The one I've been raving about?
He didn't think we really believed that, did he?
First reports of Dean came to me through Chad King,
who'd shown me and Carlo a few letters from him,
written from a Colorado reform school.
Come on man, let's go!
The great Dean awaits!
Dean had arrived in New York.
He'd just married a 16- year-old chick named Marylou.
New York, 1947.
Come on, gentlemen.
One more.
Well, now, look who's at my doorstep, old Chad King!
How's it going, cowboy?
I'm Sal.
Sal.
Strong grip.
Yes, yes, yes!
Sal and Carlo, the writer pals.
I've heard all about you gone cats.
We're going to orient you into the Nietzschean ways of the big bad city.
And smoke your weed, of course.
Well, yes, we got plenty of that!
Marylou, why don't you get on the ball and make us some coffee?
My writer friends are here Come on in.
Hey hey!
Take your shoes off.
Yeah?
No, I'm just kidding.
Cry to hear folks chatter
And I know you cheat
Right or wrong don't matter
When you're with me, sweet...
Yes...
You'll never get this one.
Yipra
That's not a song.
Yipra (etc.
Slim Gaillard
Yes, yes, yes!
Slim it is.
Dean.
Some of us need the occasional doughnut to survive
Ah, "the occasional doughnut".
I just love this gal!
Yipra!
And wake up, Chad King.
Thanks.
It's nice to have someone paying attention.
I mean, it's really nice having someone pay attention!
You know, I never met a girl before who could roll tea.
Oh yeah?
Yipra...
My friend!
Swann's Way
The day before my father died, he took hold of my hand and he looked at it.
And he said, "You got no calluses, Sal.
That's because you don't do any real fucking work, boy!
"Oh, yeah?
Yeah.
My old man's still lost.
Just wandering the hobo streets of Denver like...
like shit.
To the old men
Yeah.
To the good, old, dead, demented men we love.
And to the West.
There you go
It wasn't only because I was a writer and needed new experiences that I wanted to know Dean more.
But because somehow he reminded me of some long lost brother.
In the West, he'd spent a third of his time in the pool hall, a third in jail, and a third in the public library.
All my New York friends were giving their tired, bookish political or psychoanalytical reasons for being in the negative.
But Dean just raced in society.
I began to learn from him as much as he probably learned from me.
Oh yeah
Here's a cat who can really bend his girl, man!
Do you even know what we witnessed right there, Sal?
That tenor-man has it.
You see, he starts with the first chorus,
then lines up his ideas, rises through his fate,
and then suddenly, somewhere in the middle of the chorus, he gets it.
Everybody looks up and knows.
Time stops.
He has to blow across bridges and come back with such infinite feeling for the tune of the moment,
that everyone knows that it's not the tune that counts, but it.
"It-man", can I buy you that drink?
Make that three.
I'll buy you one.
Alright.
Thanks What's your name, man?
They want to know my name!
There's some boys from work.
Hi, boys from work.
Howdy.
So, where was I?...
So there's this whore house.
There's this monkey at the door.
So you...
you place your bet in the cage, you know, and the monkey rolls the cage around, and the dice roll out...
And if you win, you get the girl for free.
But if you loose to that monkey, you gonna get your backside "bitched"!
By the monkey!
Now that's an evolution.
"Sodom and Gorilla".
I ain't telling no lie!
That's cool.
So what is it like being with a white woman?
I always wondered.
I'd say it's like...
You never been with a white woman before?
Been with a white man.
Ozone Park, Queens.
Come in, man.
Memere!
C'est I'bon gars que j'tai parle.
Le chum a Chad, de Denver.
Howdy 'do, Ma!
Hello.
You look just like her.
Come on, man.
Where's Marylou?
Oh, man.
We get into a big ruckus, so she calls the cops on me.
Then she whores a few bucks together and heads back to Denver.
Whoa, really?
Yeah.
You know, I'm planning on heading back, too.
When?
You know, soon.
Anyways, before I go, I absolutely have to learn how to write from you.
Well, I'm honored, man, but I...
Show me how!
Alright?
I want to learn.
Teach me.
Alright, then.
Alright, let's see.
"The cowboy thinks I'm some kind of genius.
He's leaning over my shoulder right now.
We gotta forget the Western stuff.
Turn ourselves into the Eastern jazz.
What about.
Hey.
I was walking down 125th street and suddenly I stopped.
I looked at everything in amazement.
It was like I'd just woken up from a dream that had lasted my whole life,
and I realized that God isn't somewhere out there in Heaven, he's right here.
Yes.
In the dirt.
He's an ape like us.
Buh.
And I shambled after as usual, as I have done my whole life, after the people that interested me.
'Cause the only people that interest me are the mad ones.
The ones who are mad to live, mad to talk,
desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn and say a commonplace thing,
but burn, burn, burn, like Roman candles across the night.
BUS TRAFFIC ANNOUNCEMENT ... service from Albany and Poughkeepsie...
is now arriving at door number 3...
Come on.
Yes, Ma'am.
Where did you get the suit?
11 dollars on 3rd av'.
Come on, guys, concentrate.
Let's see.
For you.
And I'll keep this one.
Sal, Sal, Sal
I'll miss you guys.
To the West-orooni!
To the West-orooni.
Don't forget to write, Carlo.
Don't do anything I wouldn't do!
I will.
Alas, alas, Sal.
It's not me, I'm drunk.
But my soul talking direct soul language, so to speak, to my deepest blood brother and holy goof-that's you.
And to be formal and analytical about it, let me objectify the characteristics I miss the most of you.
Number 1 your conversation.
Number 2 your brotherly smile, man.
But I shall go on, so to close and get the gist Denver waits for you.
Carlo in his damp grotto and clowned Misery -to use a paradox of Expression -waits for you, so get on it!
Be quick and hurry to me, no delay.
Long dash.
Bring Paradise to Denver.
And I love you as ever.
Dean.
Drunk.
With the coming of Dean Moriarty, began the part of my life you could call "My life on the Road".
Before that, I'd often dreamed of going West -always vaguely planning but never cutting out.
I was a young writer, trying to take off.
43 W80 C degrees in Clarion...
Dawson County, Nebraska.
Now what species are you?
Traveler.
I appreciate the lift.
...It might be your last!
I'm freighting dynamite.
You looking for that toe?
They amputated it this morning.
You can't smoke, but you can drink in this car.
Alright Thanks.
Follow me, I'm right behind you.
Did it hurt?
I don't recommend it!
voice of Shoot I gotta take me a piss.
A truck with a flat board at the back with about six or seven boys sprawled out on it.
Piss call.
Woo-ee!
Here we go!
yelled the kid in the baseball cap.
We been riding this son of a bitch since Des Moines!
These guys never stop!
Every now and then you have to yell for piss call, otherwise you have to piss off the air and hang on brother, hang on!
Denver, Colorado
Thanks a lot, guys
N IN THE STREET I know, it's.
I hope you're not paying rent on this place!
Oh, my angel-headed Sal is here at last!
Good to see you.
You, too.
So, what are you doing?
I mean.
What exactly are you doing?
I am vacuuming at May Company by day.
Uhmm...
Impressive.
...I know.
And chasing our beloved, feral, mad dog by night.
And where is Dean?
What's the schedule?
So, I got off work a half hour ago.
At that time, Dean is screwing Marylou at the hotel.
At one sharp, he goes from Marylou to Camille, the new girl.
Of course, neither knows what's going on, but he screws her once, giving me time to arrive at 130.
Then we go out for our unfinished business until 6 in the morning.
"Unfinished business"?
Dean and I are trying to communicate with absolute honesty and completeness everything in our minds.
We do it on Benzedrine.
And then at 6, he goes back to Marylou and spends the rest of the day
running around trying to sort out the necessary papers for the divorce.
All that he wants to do is go back to San Francisco and marry Camille.
It's sick!
And I bet she's incredibly ugly.
Like Helen of Troy with a fucking brain.
What are you doing?
Camille really hates me right now.
Why, Sal!
Yes, you've arrived!
You finally got on that old road, didn't you?
I did.
Look here, Camille, it's my good buddy Sal from New York.
Sorry for not getting up, Sal, but I wasn't expecting company at this hour.
I'm sorry.
I should leave.
It's Sal's first time in Denver and I think it's absolutely necessary for me to take him out and fix him up with a girl.
Right now?
I should be back no later than 314 for our hour of reverie, darling.
Works all day, runs around all night.
He never eats, he never sleeps...
Ain't she something?
The man thinks he's Superman.
Yeah.
As I said, not 3 but 314.
Now are we straight in the most wonderful and deepest depths of our soul, dear darling?
Is he offering me a choice?
I don't think he's offering you a choice, no.
Hee-hee!
Yes.
You look like a smart guy.
I bet you're wondering what he sees in me, huh?
Respectability?
Very good.
I'm impressed.
Let's go to work, babies.
So now that you're sleeping with half of Denver, are there any girls left for me?
Well now listen here, Sal.
I know a girl named Rita and Rita cannot wait to meet you.
We'll go there at once!
I thought we were going to talk.
Yes, yes, after.
If you want to know my true nature, at this moment?
I'm one of those people who goes around showing his cock to juvenile delinquents.
Oh, these Denver doldrums...
Isn't he the finest, smartest fellow in the world?
You know that old guy?
I thought it was my pops.
Carlo, wait up!
Voila.
Darling.
Bless me father, for I will sin.
Yum, yum, yum
It's nice to have you boys.
What's so funny, my boy?
I'm checking my pulse.
Round two-sie, here we go!
It happens.
My hands...
Mine does.
I was filled with guilt.
I thought he said she was my girl.
Nothing for you or me, Sal.
Everything and everyone for that faithless bitch!
Guess who I hear!
Carlo, come on.
No.
Come on.
No.
Come on.
No.
Come on.
No no no no no
Sal No No.
Sal Argh.
Rebop Sal, come on.
Yeah-oh...
No clothes party.
You enjoying?
Yeah, but now I'm finishing up my degree here in Denver.
Dean told me you do, uh, set design...
Set design, yeah.
That's interesting.
The one I enjoyed most designing was, uh, "Desire Under the Elms".
It's a great play.
Yeah.
Eugene O'Neill.
Yeah, I know it's Eugene O'Neill, Carlo.
Thank you.
There's like a rusty nail scratching across my goddam spinal cord.
Dean, "I've got the world on a string"?
Yes, you do.
Come on!
Don't tell me you New York intellectuals don't dance
I've got the world on a string, sitting on a rainbow.
Got the string...
around my finger... Oh, what a world, what a life, I'm in love...
You didn't say you had a nice voice.
I don't have a nice voice.
Yeah.
Yeah, you do.
Thanks.
Are you staying in Denver very long?
I got the feeling I won't be staying very long.
Yeah.
"Not enough hours in the day.
"Right.
then.
singing along.
What a world, what a life, I'm in love...
"Assuming for yourself the sorrow of my body
Thus, when you solace me in my desire
I held your body, and lay beside it sleeping
Feeling the pain of your own inward fire"
"Weeping myself to hear your silent weeping".
Has Dean read this?
I've gotten so crazy over Dean that all his stupid friends call me "Carlo in Wonderland".
Clever, huh?
Ah, yes...
They don't understand this is the first time actual sex has been...
part of my relationship with a man.
This is how you love.
I'm not in fucking wonderland.
I know it's not a man he wants.
I even told him we can take sexuality out of it, just...
"Be with me, man.
Hold me.
Just call me."
And he always promises, "Yes, Carlo, yes, man - I'll call you.
I'll call you."
Who the fuck am I kidding?
I can't even call what I feel "a heartache", it's too banal.
"Melancholy" is too languorous.
"Grief" is closest.
I'm 21.
By the time I'm 23 I'm going to write one great poem.
Then it's all over for me.
Sal, I'm leaving.
I'm going to Africa.
A la Rimbaud, non?
I might jump ship at Dakar.
I'm gonna smoke opium.
And I will pick up dark, mysterious men.
And they will love me.
I really wish I could drink whiskey like a man.
I know those guys are like, "Hey, do a shot!"
Home in Missoula, Home in Truckee, Home in Opelousas, Ain't no home for me.
Home in ol' Medora, Home in Wounded Knee, Home in Ogallala, Home I'll never be.
Excuse me, miss.
I can't seem to find an empty seat anywhere.
May I?
If you wish.
I'm Sal.
Terry.
Selma, California.
No tienes hambre?
Que pasa Papa?
You want to love me now?
Cesar 1,20.
Matilde 1,10.
Terry 1,15.
Terry.
Sal 1,05.
Sal.
Maria 1,15.
You growing roots?
Jasmine 1,10.
The harvest is ending, and it's getting much colder in the nights.
Terry and I bitterly decided we'd have to leave.
She was supposed to come to New York in a month with her brother, but we both knew she wouldn't make it.
I can feel the pull of my own life calling me back.
I still have a book to write.
We screw one more time, then you leave...
See you in New York, Terry!
Wait.
Thanks.
You know what they did to me in that prison?
Solitary confinement, and a Bible.
I used it to sit on the stone floor.
But when they seen that I did that, they took away that Bible,
and they brought back a little pocket size one, like so big, and I couldn't sit on it.
You know why I been in prison my whole life?
When I was 13 years old, I was in a movie with a boy, and he makes a crack about my mother.
You know, that dirty word.
So I take out my jackknife and I cut up his throat.
I would have killed him if they hadn't drug me off.
The judge says "Henry, you know what you were doing when you attacked your friend?"
I say, "Yes sir, Your Honor, I want to kill that son-of-a-bitch."
And I still do.
Bah!
J'suis revenu rien qu'd'un morceau, memere!
Penses-tu qu'fa m'fait quelqu'chose?
Vieille sorciere!
It was over a year before I saw Dean again.
I stayed home most of the time, struggling with a half- finished manuscript on my desk.
Bored with all of it.
RECORD SONG I used to love you But it's all over All over now.
Sal's sister's house, North Carolina, December 1948.
Ma, on behalf of Nin and I, I just wanted to say that.
"ton gateau est fantastique!"
Thank you Hey, eh, eh.
Listen to this General Douglas MacArthur bans kissing on the streets of Tokyo.
Who does that puritanical old fart think he is?
Sal.
Ho, ho, ho Oh hello, merry, merry...
Dean, I'll be goddamned!
You're early...
Yeah, well...
Shit Who's in the car?
Oh, it's Marylou and my good pal Ed Dunkel.
Anyways we need a place to clean up immediately.
Man, we're dog tired.
Sure.
How did you get here so fast?
That Hudson goes!
Yeah?
Where did you get it?
I bought it out of my savings.
I was working as a breakman on the Southern Pacific making 400 bucks a month.
And guess what?
I'm a father now!
What?
You and Marylou?
No, not Marylou.
Camille!
I annulled Marylou, hitched up with Camille, and now we have a sweet little Amy.
And a nice little pad in 'Frisco.
But as God as my witness, Marylou is the only honey-cunt I'll ever adore.
That makes perfect sense.
Dunkee!
Dig this, Sal.
Crazy Cat gets married and dumps his wife off in Tucson!
Come in, come in.
Holy shit.
We really appreciate this, man.
There's no heater in that California car.
We haven't eaten in 30 hours.
Or slept in a bed since...
Denver?
We don't have a penny, one.
Good times on the Dean Express, huh?
Well, there's lots of food inside for everybody.
Oh great, thanks.
Look at all them books.
Hi.
Hey.
How are you Marylou?
I'm fine.
But I gotta tell you how nice it is to see a sane face.
Well, uh, sane is a very relative term around here, kid.
Don't call me that anymore, because that bastard aged me.
Isn't that a great game to grab ass!
If you want food, it's on the left.
Yum, yum, yum, yum.
Ma, to repay your gregarious hospitalities and all the trimmings on this fine day of holiday giving,
I will drive you and Sal up to old mad New York so you won't have to pay for a train.
How about that, Ma?
Ok...
S. sorry.
You don't know that feeling, man.
I stole a.
38 and I sat in the car, gun on my temple for 14 hours, Sal, trying to pull the trigger and I couldn't do.
And I'm sweating.
And I'm nauseous.
And Camille finds me this way, and I beg her to do it.
To kill me.
And she couldn't, man.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
I do all these dumb things and I think in all these distorted ways, you know, I'm burning up.
I'm scared I'm gonna lose all the wisdom I ever learned, Sal.
You know, I see a girl and I just,... you know, I just tremble all over and I get lost!
Like a couple weeks ago.
I meet this black boy, right?
He's 25 and he's staying with his sugar mama, and we're digging some great music and we're getting high.
And then I meet the greatest gone gal, Suzie, right.
Oh, Suzie!
And I swear she's a virgin.
So I take her back to the black boy's place and 3 hours later she's getting a little drunk,
and the greatest show in the world starts, you know.
And she does this dance for us.
She takes off her panties, she leaves on her dress, and she stands on her head and she does the splits,
you know, and she's screaming the whole time "I want your cock!"
right, "I need your cock!"
And she goes over next to the bed and she spreads the black boy's knees open
and pulls out his big black beauty and starts chugging on that, going on that thing, really going at it.
Spreads the black girl's knees open and starts going down on her big black hairy muff, you know.
Getson the bed and does a whole other miraculous splits, you know.
Comes over to me, swallows me up.
Grabs the black boy's ears, pulls him down on her.
Black girl grabs me and its a goddam four-way orgy, Sal.
Goes on for four fucking hours.
God And I missed this?
Yeah.
It's good to have family, isn't it?
Goddammit!
You see, one day that little kid's gonna throw a rock through a guy's fucking windshield
and he's going to crash and die all on account of that little piss-pants?
See what I mean?
God exists without qualms.
South Hill, Virginia.
Coming up next Mike Sullivan covers the weather for your...
going to be up for some low...
Stop.
Que c'est qu'il fait?
Hein?
Comme dit le President Truman.
"We have to cut down on the cost of living."
Whooooaooo!
Man, oh, man, we must absolutely find some time for kicks in New York!
Carlo's back from Africa.
We all get to see Carlo first thing in the morning, darlings.
Lady, you shouldn't let your son drive that fast in these conditions.
You're in my state, you slow down.
I'll pay you back every cent, Ma.
Oh, you're fucked now, Dean.
But all I'm saying in the sincerities of my soul is that I miss you, darling, and I'll be right back in those arms.
Look, I got your postcard from Denver.
Do you think I'm an idiot?
I know Denver means Marylou.
Marylou who?
Come on, Sweet Cakes.
You know there are certainties our minds can grasp.
Oh shut up!
I never want you back!
Don't you dare come back here!
Ever!
This is the new and complete Dean, grown to his own definition of maturity.
I say to myself, "My God, he's changed!"
Fury spits out of his eyes when he tells of things he hates.
Great glows of joy replace this when suddenly he gets happy.
Every muscle lives to twitch and go.
Sal
Yeah?
Phone for you.
Thanks.
Hello?
Sal Paradise?
Bull calling you from New Orleans.
Bull Lee?
How the hell are you?
Well, we have ourselves a situation that needs immediate rectifying.
I've got a girl down here just showed up on my doorstep.
This Galatea Dunkel is looking for some clown named Ed Dunkel, and I don't know who the hell these people are.
Uh, Galatea and Ed are friends of Dean's from Denver.
Oh, shit Dean...
Well, she wants to talk to you.
Make it fast, would you?
The telephone cartels don't do this for free.
Hello, its Galatea.
Is Ed there?
Uh, Ed's fine, but he's sleeping.
Well, would you please tell him to come and get me.
Mr. Lee and his wife don't seem all that happy to have me around.
And I should kill Ed for what he did to me, dumping me here like this!
And he's simply got to come and get me as soon as he can!
He's got to help me, these people are mad They're mad!
Well, we'll be there right after New Years.
Thank you.
Mmm hmm.
Dynamite!
Look at that!
Oh my!
I'm telling you, she's cross-eyed.
She's not looking at you, it's me.
I was twenty days at sea in the doldrums, uh, when I decided to kill myself.
And I realized that shit, I haven't written a fucking suicide note!
I'm going over, you know, searching my mind for the right words,
and then I saw all of the crew coming out onto the deck,
and I couldn't jump anymore.
But, in that moment, I resolved to follow my heart.
To live.
Yeah.
To experience the wisdom of life,
Yes.
mad with ecstasy and vengeance and truth.
I'm glad I did, because otherwise I would have missed out on this amazing pot.
So!
On that, on that note, everybody move their feet like you feel something, like you're alive!
Like we're alive!
And on that, I want us to raise our glasses, being alive, to living, and to life.
and others To life
Salt peanuts, salt peanuts!
Where do you find such absolutely wonderful people?
I've never seen anyone like that.
She's the real mad one!
with Seven!
Six!
Five!
Four!
Three!
Two!
One!
Happy New Year
1949!
Happy New Year!
Love you as ever, Sal.
Whatever man.
Love you.
What have you got?
Hell of a night!
Happy New Year...
I love you...
Sal, I have something to ask of you, very important.
Uh-uh.
I wonder how you'll take it.
We're buddies, aren't we?
Yeah?...
Carlo's apartment, Harlem.
Sal said yes, my darling.
Sal, that's great.
Well, hop in, the water's fine.
What?
Fuck, I can't do this!
Come on, man.
You promised.
Do you really want to do this, Marylou?
She thinks it's swell.
What?
Now, come on now, we have to just all goddam relax!
Dean.
Can you go wait in the kitchen?
Like now, please?
Honey, he just wants to see what it would be like.
I told him that I wouldn't do that with any guy but you.
Well, you can still change your mind.
Very good.
Gee.
Write that down.
I got it.
So Ed, why did you abandon Galatea in Tucson?
She's your wife.
What are you doing wandering around the country like this?
Dean, why did you leave Camille and pick up Marylou?
What are your womanly intentions?
And, what is this mad obsession you have with him?
What is this mad obsession you have with him?
Touché!
Days of wrath are coming my friends.
This high you're on is a mirage.
You're all going to go flying off to the West Coast and come crashing down to earth.
Like this, Carlo?
Yeah, Dean.
Exactly like that.
Alrighty, who's hungry?
We were leaving confusion and nonsense behind, and performing our one noble function of the time move.
New Orleans and ol' Bull Lee.
Then West.
It would take all night to talk about ol' Bull Lee.
Let's just say now he was a teacher.
And he had every right to teach, 'cuz he spent all his time learning.
Now listen darling.
You know that I'm capable of everything at the same time, and I have unlimited energy.
So now when we get back to San Francisco we must absolutely go on living together.
I know just the place for you to live.
I'll be home every night and be at Camille's by the morning.
We've done it before, see, she'll never know.
Communism subjects the individual to arrest without lawful cause.
It decrees what information he shall receive, what art he shall produce.
Democracy is based on the conviction that man has the moral...
Shit.
Ed, slow down.
Underpants.
Do you guys think you can rush through here as fast as you want 'cuz you're from California?
Don't worry officer, we're heading back to California.
I need everybody to step out of that car, please.
How old are you, young lady?
I'm eighteen.
Who's that guy you're with?
My husband.
I've got the certificate right in the back if you want to see it.
Who you all in such a hurry to see out there in California?
My wife.
Your wife?
This one here just said she's your wife.
She's my ex-wife.
What the hell you doing with your ex-wife?
You're going out to see your wife!
That's not important.
Hey boy!
You gonna waltz in here and tell me what's important?
It's gonna be 25 dollars for speeding.
Or what?
Or I can run you in right now and slap a special California-boy charge on your ass.
Yeah?
What charge?
Don't you worry about it, wise guy.
That guy's got it so goddam easy!
They'll out and shoot you if you complain, too.
I wish I had a fucking gun!
Dunkel, you are not driving anymore.
Marylou, spread those knees and lets smoke some weed.
It was my father's.
It works.
Thanks a lot.
Flomaton, Alabama
Don't know...
When it comes to buying a gift or it comes to buy a present,
I never have to wonder, I never have to thunder.
If it's a wedding present, if it's an engagement present, if its a shower,
it it's a husband who wants to buy his wife something, I know exactly what to say...
I go to...
Like President Truman says.
"You have to cut down on the cost of living."
Yes, yes we do.
I'm telling you it's true Sal, I started at 9.
With a girl named Millie Mayfair!
That's when my old man was barbering a bit still.
Oh honey Marylou, if only I'd known you then, how sweet you must have been at 9!
Hey, here's another one for you Sal.
One time I jumped a freight from New Mexico clear to LA.
And I was 11.
I lost my father along the side, and we were staying in a hobo jungle and I hadn't seen him for months.
So, by the time I get to LA I'm so starved for milk that I get a job right in the dairy
and straight off drink 2 quarts of heavy cream and just puke
Poor, tragic Dean
So Dunkel, I suppose you're happy to get back to your wife.