You got me hotter’n Georgia asphalt

SAILOR

Are you going to provide me with an

opportunity to prove my love to my
girl? Or are you gonna save

yourself some trouble and step up

like a gentleman and apologize to her?

IDIOT PUNK

Don’t fuck with me, man. You look

like a clown in that stupid jacket.

SAILOR

This is a snakeskin jacket, and for

me it’s a symbol of my individuality

and my belief in personal freedom.

IDIOT PUNK

... Asshole.

SAILOR

Come here.

LULA

Sailor, honey...

SAILOR

I’m sorry to do this to ya here

in front of a crowd, but I want ya

to stand up and make a nice apology

to my girl.

IDIOT PUNK

I’m sorry.

LULA

Hell, you just rubbed up against

the wrong girl is all.

SAILOR

That’s good... Now go get yourself

a beer.

LULA

(howls)

Jesus, honey! You more’n sorta

got what you come for... You

better run me back to the hotel,

baby... You got me hotter’n

Georgia asphalt.

SAILOR

Say no more... But go easy on me,

sweetheart... Tomorrow we got alotta

drivin’ to do.

(he takes out a cigarette and laughs)

Hotter’n Georgia asphalt?