Blowin' Smoke (2025)

[bunniefuu]

All right, sit

down, sit down.

You f*cking move, I will

blow your f*cking head off.

Hey.

Hey.

Stop it.

Acceptance in a situation

like this is imperative.

A few minutes,

you're gonna be dead.

So if you are--

you're a religious

man, you need

to make peace with your God

so your soul spends eternity

in an agreeable location.

And if you-- you

don't believe, then

you need to accept

the possibility

of perpetual nothingness.

Actually, in a way, I'm--

I'm kind of jealous.

You're about to find out the

answer to the big question.

You smoke?

Nod your head if you do.

All right.

Can say a lot of things

about Lou Parsons,

but never let it be said I

denied a man his final smoke.

I got the nicotine monkey

on my back, too, brother.

I'm gonna take the gag off.

If you start

screaming for help,

I'm gonna shove a lit

cigarette down your throat.

You understand?

Please.

Please, don't k*ll me.

I'll do anything you want.

You know what I want?

I want to enjoy

a smoke with you.

See, and begging, begging is

just like screaming for help.

You keep doing it, no

cigarette and you're

dead five minutes sooner.

Got it?

What's your brand?

Camel.

Camel?

Well, I don't smoke Camel.

It tastes like

f*cking burnt tires.

Buckaroos for me all the way.

When did you start smoking?

I was 25.

Oh, that's late.

I started when I was 16.

I-- I-- I wanted to start

when I was 14, but my old man,

he, uh, he said I had to wait.

So I remember the day,

the day I turned 16,

I ran down to the store.

I bought a pack of Buckaroos.

I came back, stood in

front of the mirror

and started practicing.

I wanted to look cool, like--

like Bob Mitchum,

Marlon Brando.

I got sicker than

hell, man, sicker than hell.

Yeah.

It is a beautiful g*dd*mn day.

Not for me.

I see your point.

Why are you doing this?

Survival is expensive.

And I wanna--

I wanna get a new TV.

Oh, f*ck.

Love that thing, man.

You like TV?

Not really.

What the hell, man?

What's not to like about TV?

Ever since I was a kid, I--

I-- I love movies.

Hopalong Cassidy,

that was my guy.

Only good guy who wore black.

I love the contradiction.

Western.

I love Westerns.

Bonanza, Rawhide, Have g*n--

Will Travel, Wild

Wild West, Branded,

Lucas McCain, The Rifleman.

There was a show.

It was canceled after

the first season.

It was on 1960.

It was called The Westerner,

Brian Keith starred.

Sam Peckinpah created it.

God bless Sam

f*cking Peckinpah!

f*ck!

f*ck!

Am I right?

Anyway, in this one episode

that Sam directed himself,

the star rides into

this town looking

for this girl he used to know.

Only now she's a

g*dd*mn wh*re, working

in this little sh*thole.

And her boyfriend p*mps her out

and beats the hell out of her.

And so he fights for her,

and he wins her freedom.

She decides to stay.

She has the opportunity

to get out of there

and make a better

life for herself

with this guy who

really loves her.

Only she can't do it.

It's the only life she knows.

And so he leaves now

dejected and sh*t.

And he passes this

woman who is sitting

out front, Christian woman.

And she says, "brother,

have you found the Lord?"

And he says, "no."

"And you?"

And she says, "Yeah.

Yes, I have."

And he just, he gives

her this hopeless look--

And rides off.

That's when he

realizes he ain't never

going to find peace or love.

He's cursed to

wander the winds.

Search for something

he never gonna find.

I f*cking dug that.

All right.

You ready?

We're ready, Sam.

Action.

There's only one

way you're riding out

of here, that's dead and

draped over my saddle.

I do not wanna have

to k*ll you, Ben.

But I will.

Drop the g*n,

and I will bring

in a judge for a fair trial.

A fair trial?

Come on, Ben.

It's getting hot out here.

You keep flapping

them gums all day?

We can slap leather.

You did good, baby.

Jesus.

I mean, real good.

We gotta go.

Right here.

Well, there you go.

I'm all out of tobacco.

I got you.

Oh, baby.

Now that's better.

Nothing makes a bad

day better than Buckaroo.

Cut.

Give me a close-up on

the box, and give me

a two shot of them riding off.

We only got about five

minutes left to lunch, Sam.

All right, go ahead and

break everybody for lunch.

Sam, something I

wanna run by real quick.

So I was thinking,

remember Tim McCoy?

He had this thing he'd

do in these pictures

where he'd snapped

a g*n, and he

looked like he was

throwing the f*cking

b*llet out of the g*dd*mn g*n.

Looks stupid as hell,

but I was hoping maybe we

could try a couple of different

takes of the quick draw

after lunch.

I think we got it.

OK.

Does that mean I'm wrapped?

- I don't know.

Go ask Andy.

Sam.

Sam, do you have a minute?

Hope so.

Great.

I would love to introduce

you to my son, Little

Joe, and my lovely wife, Jill.

Hi, Sam.

Hi.

Nice to meet you.

Oh, Jill.

Here is the vice president

of Buckaroo tobacco.

And we are thrilled that you

are directing the commercial

for our cigarettes.

Well, I'm glad somebody is.

Just really quick,

because I absolutely

love Janie California.

And in that picture, you

staged this almost balletic

g*n battle.

I'm wondering how

you filmed it.

With a camera.

Oh.

Of course, a camera.

Oh he's funny.

That's cute.

Thank you.

It's nice to meet you.

You mind if I join you?

Oh.

Hi, Mr. Wheeler.

Yeah, please.

Thank you.

But don't call me Mr. Wheeler.

It makes me feel old.

Just Sam.

All right, Sam.

I'm glad you

decided to join me.

We haven't had a

chance to talk much.

I know you're probably

sick of hearing this sh*t,

but I'm a big fan.

It's really exciting to

get to work with you.

Well, I certainly wish you

were under better conditions.

No, this is great.

When I found out Sam Wheeler

was directing a commercial,

I couldn't believe it.

Well, that makes two of us.

If you don't mind me asking,

why are you doing this?

Because I like to gamble.

And that bug-eyed

m*therf*cker who

owns this particular

brand of cigarettes

better at cards than I am.

He said if I did this job,

he'd tear up all my IOUs.

That's f*cking crazy.

I like a girl who cusses.

Can't trust a girl who

doesn't have a dirty mouth.

Raised by my dad.

I've been surrounded

by men most of my life.

So--

So where are you from?

Oklahoma.

You?

Northern California.

Do a lot of commercials?

More than I'd like,

but they pay pretty good.

Yeah, what do you want to do?

Movies, TV?

All of the above.

Yeah, you've

got a great look.

You seem to know your way

around a camera pretty

good too.

I think you should be

working all the time.

You should be my agent.

Got a fella?

Yeah.

Actor?

Good guess.

Yeah, his name's Jim.

Jim Doyle.

I know Jimmy.

Nice guy.

Talented, good looking

son of a b*tch, too.

Yes, he is.

He's actually back in

LA filming an episode

of The Virginian oday.

You guys happy together?

Is anybody?

Probably not.

That's the wrong answer.

You know, you

don't have to smoke

that sh*t just because

you're helping sell it.

I like them.

Besides, I don't know

how someone can endorse

a product they don't use.

Well, I knew a guy who did

a lot of beer commercials

in the past and never, ever

had a drink in his life.

And I know a Baptist preacher

who doesn't believe in God.

Some people are full of sh*t.

I am too.

Just not in that way.

Well, off topic.

I'm getting ready to do

a pretty big picture down

in Mexico this year.

You should audition

for one of the roles.

Seriously?

Yeah.

Yeah, Larry Simms over at--

casting director over

at Warner Brothers

just popped in this week.

Tell him I sent you.

Thank you so much.

f*ck!

I'm so excited.

Hey, baby.

What are

you doing here?

Jerry broke his wrist.

He gave me the day off.

Thought I'd swing by, give you

a ride home when you're up.

You two know

each other, right?

We met a few times, yeah.

How's it going, Sam?

Great.

How you been?

Pretty good.

This is great.

Big set for a commercial.

I tell you, I was

surprised as hell

when I heard you were directing

a cigarette commercial.

Well, I smoke.

I make other bad decisions,

so not that big of a surprise.

You on lunch?

Yeah.

Can I steal her a minute?

Yeah, sure.

I'll see.

Right.

Thanks again.

Who is Tuesday

wandering off with?

Boyfriend.

Looks familiar.

They all do.

You OK?

Mm-hmm.

I was just thinking.

About what?

How f*cked up I am.

Why?

You gotta be pretty f*cked

up to fall in love in the time

it takes to smoke a cigarette.

Good beer, better

women, cheap cigarettes

Jesus wants my soul

And my lady wants my head

By the time I get to heaven

I will be dead

We got good beer, bad

women, and cheap cigarettes

There's 20 coffin nails

in a pack of cigarettes

And a beer for

every pretty girl

I'm trying to forget

And behind each

fallen angel

Is a pair of broken wings

And on each sad guitar

Is a pair of broken strings

Good beer, bad women,

cheap cigarettes

Jesus wants my soul

And my lady wants my head

By the time I

Raise you 20.

Hmm.

You gonna call or what?

I'm thinking.

Hmm.

I'll call your 20.

And raise you 50.

You must have some

pretty good cards.

Could be.

I fold.

Hmm.

You sure are lucky.

Yeah.

Mind if I take

a look at what you had there?

I do mind.

Another game?

I can't.

You cleaned me out.

Another time then.

Not so fast.

Easy, mister.

It's just a game.

You've been cheating.

I don't cheat on cards.

Now you put that g*n away.

Give

me my money back,

or I'm gonna blow

your g*dd*mn head off.

I guess we should

be going now.

I was talking to

this gal at the saloon,

and she was telling

me she heard

about this oriental princess

from Japan who had a pair,

herself a pair of

wooden choppers.

That's horseshit.

It's possible.

I want you to think

about something.

What?

Somebody's got wooden teeth.

They get splinters

in their tongue.

Not if it was the

right kind of wood.

OK, well, from my

experience, oriental

smoke a lot of tobacco.

What about it?

You got wood in your mouth.

You got to light the

g*dd*mn cigarette.

You take a couple of

puffs and your teeth

turn into f*cking firewood.

Oh, sh*t.

You got a point.

Damn right I do.

You want to smoke?

I quit.

Last year when we

were in Frisco,

I went and saw me

an old sawbones.

Come on.

I had him give me a checkup.

He said smoking's bad for you.

I intend to live as

long as I possibly can.

I ain't gonna cut it

short with a stupid a*s

habit like smoking.

Well, I bet I'll

live longer than you

do, even with my smoking.

Hyah.

Hyah.

Oh.

g*dd*mn.

Colt?

g*dd*mn.

What the hell?

Oh.

What the hell?

Wooden teeth?

From this valley they say

I knew that

story was bullshit.

You were going

I will miss your bright

eyes and sweet smile

For they say you are

taking the sunshine

That has brightened

our pathways a while

So come sit by my

side if you love me

Do not hasten

to bid me adieu

Just remember the

Red River Valley

And the cowboy that

loved you so true

Do you think of the

valley of leaving

Oh, how lonely and

dreary it will be

Do you think of a fun

Howdy.

So what's the word, Doc?

Am I gonna die

anytime time soon?

Maybe, maybe not.

Oh, come on, you're

in excellent health.

Which is surprising considering

the 20 years of smoking.

Two packs a day.

Oh.

But I exercise

pretty regularly.

I eat pretty healthy, too.

Mm-hmm.

My sister, she turned me

on to these essential oils--

eucalyptus, cinnamon, clove,

a couple of other things, too.

They're great.

Yeah, that's all good stuff.

OK, let's review here.

Lungs.

Your lungs, fine.

There you go.

Blood pressure, good.

So I saw in your file

you gave up alcohol.

Yeah.

Yeah, about four months ago.

Feel good?

Yeah.

Yeah, I was hitting

it pretty hard.

I did start smoking

again, though.

When?

Yesterday.

What happened?

So I know it sounds kind of

crazy, but I had this dream.

For-- for a week, every night,

same dream, same characters.

And each time I go to sleep, I

pick up right where I left off.

Hmm.

Do you remember what

the dream was about?

Yeah.

Well, I have a few minutes

before my next patient.

Unless you'd rather not say--

No, no, no.

I don't mind.

It's a pretty trippy dream.

Hi.

Hello.

Nice place.

What'd you get?

Oh, just a couple of ducks.

There's a lake a few miles

back, just beyond the trees.

Sorry for being

on your property.

Took a wrong turn on

the way to my truck.

You live around here?

Yeah, not too far.

Maybe 20 minutes.

You been here long?

Seems like it.

Mind if I sit

down for a minute?

g*n's empty.

What kind of g*n is it?

Well, it's

a 12 gauge shotgun.

Yeah, it was my dad's.

He used to take us duck hunting

every fall when I was a kid.

I'm Chris, by the way.

Faye.

And I don't like g*ns.

Do you ever feel bad

k*lling helpless animals?

There's a little

bit of guilt in it.

It's the being out in

nature part I like.

Cigarette?

Um, no, thanks.

I quit recently.

I smoked like a California

wildfire for, like, 20 years.

Why'd you quit?

The usual reason,

it's bad for you.

When it comes to

self-destructive habits,

I put it right up

there with snake

handling and Russian roulette.

Was it hard?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, the-- the first

few weeks were hell.

Bad habits die hard.

But I do miss it, though.

I loved smoking.

I like how it tasted.

There was something

to do with the hands.

It was relaxing.

It just-- just helped me think.

I loved smoking and driving.

Sometimes at night after

work, I'd pick up my wife.

We'd go for a drive

and just cruise

for hours, just listening

to music, talking, smoking.

It's one of our favorite

things to do together.

Are you married?

Not anymore.

No, she died.

I'm sorry.

That's OK.

It's-- it's been six years now.

Are you married?

Yeah.

For how long?

Three years.

What do you do?

I'm a combination of chef,

housekeeper, and sex toy

for my husband, and I smoke.

Any kids?

No, thank God.

What does he do?

He's a cop.

Wow.

I should probably go.

If he catches me talking to

his wife, he might sh**t me.

He probably would.

I'm gonna go now.

Bye.

Yeah.

Nice to meet you.

Hey, baby.

How was your day?

Had better.

Something happened?

Yeah, I'm a f*cking cop.

Every day something happens.

Dinner ready?

Almost.

Uh, you're home a little early.

Well, you know what I

said about having dinner

ready when I get home, right?

I'm sorry.

It'll be done in just a minute.

Why don't I run a bath for you?

- No.

No.

Finish dinner and get dressed.

We're going out.

Tonight?

Tonight.

Where are we going?

Where do you

think we're going?

John, I don't

feel so good today.

Why don't we just stay

in and watch a movie?

I'll rub your back.

No, no, no.

Finish dinner, get dressed,

and we're going out.

And don't burn the meat.

I hate it when

you burn the meat.

Could we please

go somewhere else?

I really don't wanna

do this anymore.

Don't cry.

You're gonna f*ck

up your makeup.

Open my eyes so I can see

What my baby has done to me

It's got my heart

and my punk a*s soul

Bury my body in

a deep, dark hole

Hey, I surrender.

Don't sh**t.

Hey, Faye, you look

sexy as sh*t, baby.

g*dd*mn Charlie's Angel.

How you guys doing?

- OK.

It's a long night.

It's always slow

until it's not.

What can I get you, my baby?

Whiskey, Coke.

Tequila and soda

in three lines.

You got it.

I want you to

go to the jukebox.

Play 17F.

Go.

First, come here,

come here, come here.

First, I want you to go ask

those two f*ck playing

pool if they want to dance.

John, please.

I love you, and I will never--

I will never make

that mistake again.

Just please don't

make me do this.

17F.

Dance.

You wanna dance with me?

Which one of us?

Both, of course.

What about him?

He likes to watch.

Jesus Christ.

No, my name's Faye.

Why don't we go somewhere

a little more private?

Yeah, I'd like that.

Bring your friend.

What for?

I am far too much

for one man to handle.

f*ck off.

Hi.

Get lost again?

Took a wrong right.

Ended up on the other

side of the tree line.

Terrorizing the fish

instead of the ducks today,

I see.

Oh, felt like fishing.

Mix it up a little.

How's your day going?

Fabulous.

You walked into

a wall or something?

You didn't get lost

and take a wrong right?

Why are you here?

I just wanted to see you.

I like sitting next

to people who smoke.

Catch a whiff

every now and then.

I'm married.

You mentioned that.

I'm not trying to do what

you think I'm trying to do.

Then what do I think

you're trying to do?

Hit on you or something.

Why are you here?

I don't know.

I thought I'd see

if I could see

the pretty girl with sad

eyes and cigarettes again.

Sad eyes?

Yeah.

Yeah, you got sad eyes.

Did your husband

do that to you?

No woman should ever be

with a man who hurts her,

especially physically.

You're afraid

because he's a cop.

It's really none of your

g*dd*mn business, is it?

No, it's not.

I cheated on him last year.

He found out about it.

Said he never wanted

to see me again.

I knew I'd made a mistake, and

I begged him to take me back.

He took two weeks

to think about it,

and decided that

there was a way that I

could earn his forgiveness.

How?

I f*ck random dudes at

bars while he watches,

and then he beats

the sh*t out of me

and tells me how

much I hurt him.

He wants me to hate the idea of

sex with anyone other than him.

Why would you do

that to yourself?

You said it

yourself yesterday.

Bad habits die hard.

I am in love with a

boy who lives in town

He won't even speak to me

It breaks my heart

when he plays his part

And he gives it

away for free

I'm in love with a boy

who I've never known

He won't even speak to me

My love's a fool

And I am too

I'm in love with a fantasy

But maybe my dreams

will come true

My gray skies turn to blood

After the rain

falls from my eyes

For now I'll play

mom of the girl

with the broken heart

My smile is my disguise

I am in love with a boy

who I've never known

He won't even speak to me

My love's a fool

And I am too

I'm in love with a fantasy

My love's a fool

And I am too

I'm in love with a fantasy

You're frightened.

Don't be.

I can't.

I can't do this anymore.

I'm sorry.

I thought I could--

I thought I could show

you how much I love you.

OK, just stop.

Let's go inside.

Come on.

Let's go.

Come on.

Faye.

Hank.

We work together.

Hi, Faye.

No.

No.

I-- I can't.

I'm done.

I-- I'm done.

I--

Faye.

Stop.

No.

No.

No.

No.

I am-- I'm done, and I don't--

I know I did--

I did a terrible thing to you.

And I'm so, so sorry.

Please, I don't deserve this.

I don't deserve.

You sick f*ck!

You sick f*ck!

OK.

Can I have one?

I thought you

didn't smoke anymore.

Yeah, well, bad

habits die hard.

That's a pretty

f*cked up dream.

Definitely.

Yeah.

All right, I've got

another patient.

So get yourself

some nicotine gum.

And come here, don't

f*cking smoke anymore.

Are we clear?

Good.

Need a light?

Yeah.

I spent 20 f*cking

bucks on this thing,

and it won't even g*dd*mn work.

$0.99.

Are you a doctor?

Nurse.

Leading by example.

Ah.

You'd be surprised how many

people in health care smoke.

Have we met?

I don't think so.

I'm Faye.

Chris.

Nice to meet you.

Yeah, same brand?

Hey.

Yeah, I actually

quit for a while.

Just picked it back up.

I've tried to quit,

like, 20 times, too.

You know the saying

bad habits die hard?

Are you awake?

No.

Are you tired?

Yeah.

You want some more coffee?

I'm OK.

How much further?

Probably

another three hours.

You wanna get a

room for the night?

And we can get an early start

and be there in the morning.

I'm-- I'm

fine to keep going.

You wanna stop?

Yeah.

I'd like a shower.

And I'm exhausted.

If you see

someplace, let me know.

We'll stop.

So we

gotta work fast.

Throw the lock and

open that valve.

You boys turn

them guards loose.

Wait a minute, Sheriff.

Hold it.

Don't you point

that g*n at me, Roy.

I don't know how else to

keep you waiting, Sheriff.

The old timers are getting this

water and eat it mighty bad.

I'm gonna have

to take you in.

Take it easy.

We'll go along

to jail peaceably

as soon as we get enough water.

But not until we do.

I said take it easy.

That's a fine

way for you to act.

Roy Rogers, son

of a Congressman

fighting the water company.

My dad would

live, there wouldn't

- have been any water company.

- Just the same--

You call, tell him we

won't be there till tomorrow?

Yeah, they said, no problem.

Get some rest.

They'd see us for breakfast.

Don't be

downhearted, Sheriff.

You won't be so chipper

when you get behind.

Roy--

- What are you reading?

Called the Last

Generation of the Soul.

It's written by an ex-CIA

operative named Charles

Russell wrote it in 1992.

My sister gave it

to me for Christmas.

Your sister?

She's crazier than

a shithouse rat.

Yes, she is.

But this book is fascinating.

I mean, he cites a lot of

sources for his theories.

I mean, basically, the

book says that people born

in the 1960s are

the last generation

that will understand what it's

like to be a real human being.

And then he says that a

sinister plan was hatched

by the world's elite at

the height of the Cold w*r

to control and enslave all

men, women, and children.

And not only is it

still in effect,

but it's gone past the

point of no return.

And what is this evil plan?

So Russell claims

that the plan kicks

into effect at

the earliest stage

of the public school system.

Children are taught a

false version of history.

Anything that is deemed

offensive or r*cist

is destroyed and erased

from public record.

Wishful thinking,

political correctness,

the idea that truth is

subjective is encouraged.

He calls it personal truth.

He thinks that there's

been a blatant agenda

to feminize all young men.

This is-- this

is the last page.

By the year 2030, h*m*

and multiple genders

will be encouraged even at the

fourth and fifth grade level.

Hunting, fishing and

outdoor sports will

be replaced with video games.

In these games,

children and teens

will be able to k*ll

innocent people, sh**t police

officers, and r*pe women.

This will eventually lead to

a desensitization of violence

and sexual perversion,

inevitably leading

to more violent crimes.

There will be an increase in

premature deaths from cancers

and other types of diseases

caused by the chemicals

in our food and water.

Alternate cures will

be discouraged in favor

of major pharmaceuticals.

There will be an increase

in poor race relations,

exacerbated by false

information propagated

by mainstream media

and will eventually

lead to a second Civil w*r.

Man-made-- man-made

genetically modified

super viruses will be

dispersed among the population.

Cities will close,

work will stop,

and people will be forced to

wear-- to wear face coverings

and stay indoors.

After a period of 48

months, the physiology

of the human brain

will have shifted,

causing a fear of strangers,

new surroundings,

movie theaters.

Musical concerts will

become a thing of the past.

The entertainment

industry will also change,

and there will be no more need

for actors or technicians.

All films will one day

be made in a computer,

and the films that are deemed

suitable for mass consumption

will require a checklist

that could include

the following-- large

percentage of the characters

in the film have

to be h*m*,

l*sbian, bisexual, transgender,

or of a diverse

non-Caucasian race.

Communistic ideology

will also be strongly

encouraged in the screenplays.

And once the masses

are filled with fear,

their bodies sick with

disease and their critical and

creative faculties

disabled, they

will finally be under control.

What's the point of all this?

This is their agenda.

And it has been since the

beginning, the destruction

of the human soul, forced to

receive a chip or an implant

in order to buy or sell

or receive medical care.

And the government will be able

to track your every movement,

control your action

at all times,

creating a society of

mindless, soulless robots.

They will control what

you do, what you say,

and how you think.

And if you refuse to comply,

you will be cancelled.

There will, however, be a

small number of rebels who

will refuse to submit, and

these people will most likely

emerge from the remote

towns and villages,

where the one world order's

reach has not extended.

These brave young

souls will emerge

to a world they

did not understand

or wish to be no part of.

They will cling to

a bygone era when

life was filled with passion

and freedom and truth.

They will be

humanity's last hope.

And it is my suspicion that

the arts may be our salvation.

The tools of film

and literature

and music in the hands of

these brave young artists

just may save us from

the coming darkness.

Until we do--

I said take it easy.

That's a fine way to--

Well, that was a mouthful.

I can't believe he

wrote this almost 30 years ago.

It's crazy how

much he predicted.

What did you say

his name was again?

Charles Russell.

Well, my guess is Mr. Russell

did a lot of acid in the '60s.

Oh.

Well, it's tomorrow.

Oh.

Happy anniversary.

35 years.

A long time.

I would have thought for

sure I would have divorced

or m*rder*d you by now.

Do you ever get worried

about all this sh*t?

What sh*t is that?

Oh, that stuff in the book,

what's happening in the world?

So many f*cked up

people, so much hate

and confusion and suffering.

How is it all going to end?

How is it gonna--

Badly would be my guess.

What about our kids

and our grandkids?

What are they going to do?

Same as we did.

Make the-- make

the most of things.

Try to find the good.

Avoid all that sh*t

that gets in the way.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna smoke.

This is not a smoking room.

Honey, I'm--

I'm comfortable.

I'm not gonna put my clothes

on again, go outside.

They'll find us.

f*ck 'em.

We need to quit.

One day.

It's bad for us.

Most things are.

Hm.

What do you think

happens when we die?

I don't know.

We'll probably find out

sooner if we keep smoking.

Maybe, maybe not.

Maybe we'll go on forever

and never find out.

Maybe.

I love you.

I love you too.

Well, I wish I

had some money

And I wish I had a car

And I wish my

girl was prettier

And I wish I owned a Ford

And I wish I could remember

All the things

I can't forget

Oh, it's nice and longer

And love is stronger

And I wish I

had a cigarette

For me and you and Mary Lou

Just trying to be seen

Making love and dancing

Up on the silver screen

Well, I bless my soul

with a rock and roll

This world is such a joke

I got some things to say

To pass the time away

But I'm just blowing smoke

Listen rock and roll

I wish that I

was Jesus Christ

And could turn

water into wine

And I wish I looked

like a Marilyn

Everything will

turn out fine

And I wish I could

sing like Buddy Holly

I could never be proved

I wish a cigarette

made to help me

And never could be true

Me and you # # and Mary Lou

Just trying to be seen

Making love and dancing

Upon the silver screen

Well, bless my soul

and rock and roll

This world is such a joy

I got some things to say

To pass the time away

But I'm just blowing smoke

Tell me what you want