A depressed section of Monterey, California, known as Cannery Row from its string of now-empty canning plants is the backdrop for an offbeat...更多>
Doc: The only thing we have in common is that we're both wrong for each other. Hazel: I love Doc! He was a character witness for me, and I ain't got no character. Mack: Hazel! Hazel! I just came from the hospital. Doc's got a broke arm. You know somethin' about it, don't ya? Hazel: You gonna be mad at me, Mack? Mack: Naw, Hazel. I promise. Hazel: I didn't have no choice, Mack. Suzy said she wouldn't go see him unless he got sick or had a broke arm. I tried, but I couldn't figure out how to get him sick. There was no other way! You sure you ain't mad, Mack? Mack: Hell, no! 'course, we don't know how she'll all work out, but it's a step in the right direction. Hazel: Mack, I can't do it. Fauna's gotta get somebody else for President of the United States. I tried, I practiced - but I just ain't got the poop! I'll mess up the whole country! Mack: Hazel, ya sweet little bastard! We'll get ya off, don't you worry! You done noble stuff. Wasn't nobody with the guts, but you. You just sit there and take it easy. You got the ball to the one-yard-line. Ol' Mack's gonna carry it in, for ya! Suzy: I don't understand it. We get along great when we're not together. Fauna: The stars say that you are gonna be - oh... that you are gonna be President of the United States! Mack: I don't believe it. Hazel: I don't wanna be no President! Fauna: You got no choice; the stars have spoke. You'll just have to go to Washington. Hazel: But I don't want to! I don't know nobody there! Fauna: I'm sorry, Hazel. Hazel: Ain't there any way I can tell 'em I won't do it? Fauna: No. Hazel: [sobbing] A thing like this could ruin my whole life! Narrator: [Last lines] The party didn't slow down 'till dawn. The crew of a San Pedro tuna boat showed up about One, and was routed. The police came by at Two, and stayed to join the party. Mack took their squad car to go get more wine. A woman called the police to complain about the noise, and couldn't get anybody. The crew of the tuna boat came back about Three, and was welcomed with open arms. The police reported their own car stolen, and found it later, on the beach. Things were finally back to normal, on Cannery Row. Once more, the world was spinning in greased grooves.