Fandango

Gardner, he's coming.

Okay.

Gardner: Almost, darling.

But not quite.

- He's coming. He's coming. - More ice! More ice!

- Okay. He's coming. - Oh, okay.

Hey, Phil.

Is this the appropriate wedding color, son? Black?

It's-it's perfect.

Well, I guess when a Groover marries, the world mourns.

Wait. Hey!

Line up. Hey, hey! Line up. Come on. Line up, okay?

- Okay. - Alright, alright.

Turn the music down. Turn the music down. Come on.

Oh, God! Come on.

All set. Are you ready? Okay. Okay, here they come. Shh!

Phil: Shh! Okay.

Three, two, one.

All: Surprise!

Mom, dad.

- Hi, folks! - Mr. Hicks: Son.

We didn't mean to surprise you, we just thought we'd drop in

and see where you've been living for the past four years!

I'm glad you did.

Oh. You remember Dorman.

- My roommate Dorman? - Oh, yes, yes.

Aren't you the young man who is studying to be a--

A minister.

Minister, that's what I thought.

And this is Lester Griffin, the fifth Groover.

He just graduated summa cum laude in accounting.

Mr. Hicks: Congratulations, Lester.

Well, I, uh, I guess we'll see you after boot camp.

- Lieutenant. - Ah, yes, sir.

Well, we'll see you, son.

- Bye, mom. - See you.

Bye, dad.

- Gardner! - What?

[Elton John singing "Saturday Night's Alright"]

- Good. I hate that part. - That was my parents.

So they're from New Jersey, Phil. They've seen butts before.

Man 1: There he is! Sneaking in the back door!

The husband!

You getting married, boy. Getting married.

Look, where have you been?

I promised Debbie I'd have you

in Dallas by tomorrow night. Okay?

You haven't packed. You're not dressed.

Speech! Speech!

Man 2: Speech!

Quiet. Quiet.

Uh, the-- the wedding's off.

Shut up! Damn it.

Deb and I ain't getting married. I'm calling it off.

Waggener, that's great!

Oh, son, when did you come to your senses?

When I got this.

I've been drafted, Gardner.

Congratulations.

We're saved.

The Groovers are saved!

Hey. This has his orders on it.

Oh, we got another one, colonel.

Mine says the same thing, except right here

where it goes, "A review of your 2-S student deferred status

indicates that you have held the status for three years

without achieving academic advancement."

"Therefore, you are hereby ordered for induction."

This mean I get my fondue set back?

You dog!

Yeah! Yeah!

Philip! Philip! Philip, give me your keys.

- We're going somewhere. - Who's going?

We're going. Us. The Groovers. Now!

What, what about your car?

You're drinking it. Come on. Dorman.

- Whoo! Alright! - Dorman, get Lester.

You sold your car to throw a party?

But you didn't even graduate! What is this?

Gardner: A farewell fandango for the Groovers!

Turn out the lights when you leave.

Gardner: innocent critters squashed

on the highway of life!

[Elton John singing "Saturday Night's Alright"]

Tough it out, son. Tough it out.

Well, now, what do you boys want for breakfast? Barbecue?

Okay, chili.

Drafted, graduated,

disengaged.

Guess y'all know what this means, don't you?

We got to dig up Dom.

Gardner: Open up, Philip.

You're not taking my car to Mexico.

Well, Dom's not in Mexico, son. He's on the border.

I know where he is.

Philip, do you mean to tell me that you'd let Dom

stay buried out there in that desert for a century,

a damn fossil for some post-historic nerd to find?

No, I mean to tell you that

we're not driving 400 miles in my car

just to go down there and dig him up.

But you swore you would, son. We all did.

Took a holy Groover oath. Remember?

Waggener: Come one, Phil, we're dog meat.

This could be our last chance ever.

Gardner: He's right, Philip, we're facing, we're facing

combat and questionable life spans.

You know, Philip, it's not like we're going after

some nameless piece of trash alongside the road. No, sir.

We're going after Dom, Philip, a dear bud we laid to rest

the very night the Groovers were born, is all I'm talking about.

Bonds and beers and the five of us, Philip,

driving down that long, lonesome highway.

I'm talking, talking about us

reliving the greatest chapter in Groover history.

Don't that mean something to you?

Ah...

Look, we had our fling, and it was fun, okay?

But we gotta get to Dallas by tomorrow night for his wedding.

Read my lips, Philip, okay?

He's not getting married.

He didn't back out yet.

Did you?

What'd she say?

Nothing. She wasn't home.

Phil: What?

She was at a kitchen shower, so I told her dad.

Phil: You called off your wedding

after talking to her dad?

Well, now that we got that out of the way, can we get going?

- Gardner, we gotta help him. - Philip...

I'm just as concerned about this as you are.

I mean, I spent $18 for this tux.

But it's done, son. It wasn't meant to be.

And Dom is waiting.

- Over, rover! - Ow! Uh...

Gardner: Come on! Watch out!

Phil: We have to report to boot camp on Monday night!

Garner: Well, we'll be back tomorrow night.