Mr. Wolfe:
I thought you'd left.
Curt Henderson:
No, not yet. I have no matches.
Mr. Wolfe:
That's all right.
[strikes a match and lights his cigarette]
Mr. Wolfe:
Brother, how do I get stuck with dance supervision? Will you tell me that? You going back east? Boy, I remember the day I went off. Got drunk as hell the night before, just...
Curt Henderson:
Blotto.
Mr. Wolfe:
Blotto, exactly. Barfed on the train all the next day, too.
Curt Henderson:
Cute, very cute. Where'd you go again?
Mr. Wolfe:
Middlebury, Vermont.
Curt Henderson:
Right.
Mr. Wolfe:
Got a scholarship.
Curt Henderson:
Only stayed a semester?
Mr. Wolfe:
One semester. After all that, I came back here.
Curt Henderson:
Why did you come back?
Mr. Wolfe:
I decided I wasn't the competitive type.
[pauses]
Mr. Wolfe:
I don't know, maybe I was scared.
Curt Henderson:
Well, I uh - I think I may find that I'm not the competitive type myself.
Mr. Wolfe:
What do you mean?
Curt Henderson:
Well, I'm not really sure that I'm
[pauses]
Curt Henderson:
going.
Mr. Wolfe:
Hey now, don't be stupid. Experience life! Have some fun, Curt! Anyway, good luck.
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