So How'd You Do Last Night? mf humor DANNY SHAPIRO and BERNIE LITKO are seated at a singles bar. DANNY: So how'd you do last night? BERNIE: Are you kidding me? DANNY: Yeah? BERNIE: Are you fucking kidding me? DANNY: Yeah? BERNIE: Are you pulling my leg? DANNY: So? BERNIE: So tits out to here so. DANNY: Yeah? BERNIE: Twenty, a couple years old. DANNY: You gotta be fooling. BERNIE: Nope. DANNY: You devil. BERNIE: You think she hadn't been around? DANNY: Yeah? BERNIE: She hadn't gone the route? DANNY: She knew the route, huh? BERNIE: Are you fucking kidding me? DANNY: Yeah? BERNIE: She *wrote* the route. DANNY: No shit, around 20, huh? BERNIE: Nineteen, 20. DANNY: You're talking about a girl. BERNIE: Damn right. DANNY: You're telling me about some underage stuff. BERNIE: She don't gotta be but 18. DANNY: Was she? BERNIE: Shit, yes. DANNY: Then OK. BERNIE: She made 18 easy. DANNY: Well, then. BERNIE: Had to punch in at 20, 25 easy. DANNY: Then you got no problem. BERNIE: I know I got no problem. DANNY: So tell me. BERNIE: So OK, so where am I? DANNY: When? BERNIE: Last night, 2:30. DANNY: So 2:30 you're probably over at Yak-Zies. BERNIE: Left Yak-Zies at one. DANNY: So you're probably over at Grunt's. BERNIE: They only got a two-o'clock license. DANNY: So you're probably over at the Commonwealth. BERNIE: So OK, so I'm over at the Commonwealth, in the pancake house off the lobby, and I'm working on a stack of those raisin-and-nut jobs-- DANNY: They're good. BERNIE: And I'm reading the paper, and I'm reading, and I'm casing the pancake house, and the usual shot, am I right? DANNY: Right. BERNIE: So who walks in over to the cash register but this chick. DANNY: Right. BERNIE: Nineteen, 20-year-old chick-- DANNY: Who we're talking about. BERNIE: And she wants a pack of Viceroys. DANNY: I can believe that. BERNIE: Gets the smokes and she does this number about how she forgot her purse up in her room. DANNY: Up in her room? BERNIE: Yeah. DANNY: Was she a pro? BERNIE: At that age? DANNY: Yeah. BERNIE: Well, at this point, we don't know. So, anyway, I go over to her and ask can I front her for the smokes, and she says she couldn't, and then she says, Well, all right, and would I like to join her in a cup of coffee. DANNY: She asked you-- BERNIE: Yeah. DANNY: For a cup of coffee? BERNIE: Right. DANNY: And all this time she was 19? BERNIE: Nineteen, 20. So down we sit and get to talking. This, that, blah, blah, blah, and "Come up to my room and I'll pay you back for the cigarettes." DANNY: No. BERNIE: Yeah. DANNY: You're shitting me. BERNIE: I'm telling you. DANNY: And was she a pro? BERNIE: So at this point, we don't know. Pro, semipro, Betty Coed from college, regular young broad, it's anybody's ball game. So, anyway, up we go. Fifth floor on the alley and it's "Sit down, you wanna drink?" "What you got?" "Bourbon." "Fine." And goddamn if she doesn't lay half a rock on me for the cigarettes. DANNY: No. BERNIE: Yeah. DANNY: So this changes the complexity of things. BERNIE: For a bit, yes. But *then* what shot does she up and pull? DANNY: You remind her of her ex. BERNIE: No. DANNY: She's never done anything like this before in her life? BERNIE: No. DANNY: She just got into town, and do you know where a girl like her could make a little money? BERNIE: No. DANNY: So, I'm not going to lie to you, what shot does she pull? BERNIE: The shot she is pulling is the following two things: A, she says, "I think I want to take a shower." DANNY: No. BERNIE: Yes. And B, she says, "And then let's fuck." DANNY: Yeah? BERNIE: What did I just tell you? DANNY: She said that? BERNIE: I hope to tell you. DANNY: Nineteen years old? BERNIE: Nineteen, 20. DANNY: And was she a pro? BERNIE: So at this point, I don't know. But I do say I'll join her in the shower, if she has no objections. DANNY: Of course. BERNIE: So into the old shower. And does this broad have a *body*? DANNY: Yeah? BERNIE: Are you kidding me? DANNY: So tell me. BERNIE: The *tits*-- DANNY: Yeah? BERNIE: The *legs*-- DANNY: The ass? BERNIE: Are you fucking fooling me? The *ass* on this broad-- DANNY: Young ass, huh? BERNIE: Well, yeah, young broad, young ass. DANNY: Right. BERNIE: And lathering her-- DANNY: Mmmm. BERNIE: And drop the *soap*... This, that, and we get out. Toweling off, each of us in his or her full glory. So while we're toweling off, I flick the towel at her, very playfully, and by accident it catches her a good one on the ass, and, *thwack*, a big red mark. DANNY: No. BERNIE: So I'm all sorry, and so forth. But what does this broad do but let out a squeal of pleasure and relief that would fucking kill a horse. DANNY: Huh? BERNIE: So what the hell, I'm liberal. DANNY: If that's her act, that's her act. BERNIE: Goes without saying. So I look around, figuring to follow in my footsteps, and what is handy but this little G.E. clock radio. So I pick the mother up and heave it at her. Catches her across the shoulder blades and we've got this long welt. DANNY: Draw blood? BERNIE: At this point, no. So what does she do? She says, "Wait a minute," and she crawls under the bed. From under the bed she pulls this suitcase, and from out of the suitcase comes this World War Two flak suit. DANNY: They're hard to find. BERNIE: Zip, zip, zip, and she gets into the flak suit and we get down on the bed. DANNY: What are you doing? BERNIE: Fucking. DANNY: She's in the flak suit? BERNIE: Right. DANNY: How do you get in? BERNIE: How do you think I get in? She leaves the zipper open. DANNY: That's what I thought. BERNIE: But the shot is, while we're fucking, she wants me, every 30 seconds or so, to go *Boom* at the top of my lungs. DANNY: At her? BERNIE: No, just in general. So we're humping and bumping and greasing the old flak suit and every once in a while I go *Boom*, and she starts in on me. "Turn me over," she says, so I do. She's on her stomach, I'm on top-- DANNY: They got a flap in the back of the flak suit? BERNIE: Yes. So she's on her stomach, etc. In the middle of everything, she slithers over to the side of the bed, picks up the house phone, and says, "Give me room 511." DANNY: Right. BERNIE: "Who are you calling?" I say. "A friend," she says. So OK. They answer the phone. "Patrice," she says, "it's me. I'm up here with a friend and I could use a little help. Could you help me out?" DANNY: Ah-ha! BERNIE: So wait. So I don't know what the shot is. All of a sudden, I hear coming out of the phone: "Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat. Ka-*pow*! Ak-ak-ak-ak-ak-ak-ak. Ka-*pow*!" So fine. I'm pumping away, the chick on the other end is making airplane noises, every once in a while I go *Boom* and the broad on the bed starts going crazy. She's moaning and groaning and about to go the whole long route. Humping and bumping, and she's screaming, "Red Dog One to Red Dog Squadron"... all of a sudden, she screams, "Wait!" She wriggles out, leans under the bed and pulls out this five-gallon jerry can. DANNY: Right. BERNIE: Opens it up... It's full of gasoline. So she splashes the mother all over the walls, whips a fuckin' Zippo out of the flak suit and *Whoosh*, the whole room is in flames. So the whole fuckin' joint is going up in smoke, the telephone is going "Rat-tat-tat," the broad jumps back on the bed and yells, "Now, give it to me *now*, for the love of Christ!" (Pause) So I look at the broad... and I figure... fuck this nonsense. I grab my clothes, I peel a sawbuck off my wad, as I make the door, I fling it at her. "For cab fare," I yell. She doesn't hear nothing. One, two, six, I'm in the hall. Struggling into my shorts and hustling for the elevator. Whole fucking hall is full of smoke; above the flames I can just make out my broad-- she's singing, "Off we go into the wild blue yonder"-- and the elevator arrives, and the whole fucking hall is full of *firemen*. (Pause) Those fucking firemen make out like bandits. (Pause) DANNY: Nobody does it normally anymore. BERNIE: It's these young broads. They don't know what the fuck they want. DANNY: You think she was a pro? BERNIE: A pro, Dan-- DANNY: Yes. BERNIE: Is how you think about yourself. You see my point? DANNY: Yeah. BERNIE: Well, all right, then. I'll tell you one thing... she knew all the pro moves.