hey, ain't i seen you on the tour?
fazeli. i don't know no buzz fazeli.
good luck tonight tina.
lemme see your ball.
ah, come on, lemme see your ball.
whoa, cool your maples. over the bridge, past the peter pan, last house on the dead end. theo releases sid's hand. sid drops to his knees and cradles his damaged hand.
haven't seen a ball like that since '69.
when you get a chance.
hey, you still here?
look sid, a buzz burger. the faz's favorite lunch. sid reaches for the plate. buzz walks over to the booth and pulls his burger away from sid.
sorry faz, we didn't know you was here.
are you guys bruddas?
hey, cut it out sid, that tickles. i'm serious! you guys are related, right?
see that, toldja sid. i knew i seen a resemblance.
i remember, sid! mr. kastle says he don't like no sticky fingers in the till.
your pop said to put these on his tab. sid gets up and jerks his thumb towards the door.
you're between miles kastle and a hard place.
heh, heh, heh.
think he'll bowl it?
what's this guy here for, anyway?
la da da dalala.
how could you hate opera, sid? opera has all the drama and excitement of real life - to music!
you listen to the feelings, not the words.
it was a clearance.
no kiddin'.
sure, sid.
- canker sore.
wait! that's an aria!
is it true they blacked out the whole county giving you electro-shock? junior looks from one man to the other, breathing heavily, his nostrils flaring.
who's.
with cleats.
bowling police, step back, give him room.
sorry about your loss.
did you know you were parked in the handicap space?
only problem is, you didn't put his lights out, you just got him mad. then he took it out on poor faz, god rest his soul. theo patches out.
i'd buy it!
nectar of the bowling gods, faz.
after we id, we bury the body. case and casket closed.
it's splitsville for you.