"AMERICAN GRAFFITI" Screenplay by George Lucas Gloria Katz ...

at him, shaking his head.
JOE
This is going to take some thinking.
You better come with us maybe.
(putting his arm around
Curt)
Go riding with the Pharoahs...
CURT
Well, I don't think I can--I gotta--
JOE
I know just how ya feel.
Joe leads Curt gently but forcibly toward an incredible maroon
'51 Merc that's been lowered and chopped so that the windows
are like ominous slits and the whole machine has a submarine
quality. Joe opens the door and Curt slides into the white
fluffy interior. In the small back window, a metal plaque
reads "PHAROAHS."
The third member of the gang is Carlos, a short little kid
about fifteen years old. He appears tougher than the rest
with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. Joe heads for the
driver's side and Ants and Carlos both go for the front
passenger door.
Shotgun!
CARLOS
ANTS
No, I called it!
When?
CARLOS
ANTS
Before we picked you up.
CARLOS
You can't call it for the whole night,
man. I got it now. Get in the back.
Carlos gives Ants a hard look and Ants backs down and climbs
in the back with Curt. The Pharoah's Mercury roars out from
the curb.
CRUISING MAIN STREET--PHAROAHS' '51 MERCURY
The radio blares "Ain't that a Shame?" as Curt sits in the
back seat of the car looking very nervous. He eyes the three
hoods cautiously. They are sitting super low, their eyes
just visible over the windows.
Then, Curt happens to look around. He does a double take.
Through the narrow window he sees the Thunderbird passing in
the opposite direction. Curt swivels and watches through the
back window as the T-bird disappears around a corner. Then,
he shakes his head. Of all the times to be trapped with the
Pharoahs.