Ladies? Thanks. Cheers, Butterfly. “The woods are lovely,
dark, and deep… “And I have promises to keep, And miles to go
before I sleep.” Did you hear me, Butterfly? “Miles to go
before you sleep.” Sorry, Stuntman Burt… Mike. Mike. She already broke off that dance. Is that true? Did I miss my chance? Do I frighten you? Is it my scar? It’s your car. Ah, yeah, I know. Sorry. It’s my mom’s car. Have you been following us? No, but that’s
what I love about Austin… it’s just so damn small. – You ‘ve seen this guy before?
– I saw him outside of Guero’s. And I saw you outside Guero’s, too. You saw my car,
I saw your legs. Now, look, I ain’t stalking y’all,
but I didn’t say I wasn’t a wolf. So you really weren’t following us? I’m not following you, Butterfly.
I just… got lucky. So, how about that lap dance? Sorry, it was a one-time only offer, and she did it
earlier this evening at Antone’s. – No, she didn’t.
– How do you know? I’m good that way. – Tsk. And you look a little touched.
– What’s “touched”? Wounded, slightly. Why should I be wounded? Because you expected guys
to be pestering you all night, but from your look I can tell
nobody pestered you at all. That kind of hurt your feelings
a little bit, didn’t it? There are few things as fetching
as a bruised ego on a beautiful angel. So… How about that lap dance? I think I’m going
to have to give you a rain check. Well, since you ‘ll be leaving
in the next couple of days, that rain check’ll be worthless. But that’s okay. I understand
if I make you uncomfortable. You ‘re still a nice girl. And I still like you. But I must warn you of something. You know how people say, “You ‘re okay in my book,” or, “In my book, that’s no good.” Well, I actually have a book. And everybody
I ever meet goes in this book. And now I’ve met you,
and you ‘re goin’ in the book. Except… I’m afraid I must file you… under… “Chicken Shit.” And what if I did it? Well, I definitely couldn’t
file you under “Chicken Shit,” then, now, could I? What’s your name again? – Stuntman Mike.
– Well, Stuntman Mike… I’m Butterfly. My friend Jungle Julia over here says
that jukebox inside is pretty impressive. Yeah, it is. Yeah. Well, why don’t you go
get ready for your lap dance?