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217. Cody spills the tea
Gossip is a cruel mistress. Here’s Dalton, jauntily strutting into the Double Deuce for another night’s work at what has become the ideal bar. He knows his pal Wade Garrett is on the way (though of...
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228. “Gentlemen, Wade Garrett”
The staff of the Double Deuce react to the Coming of Wade in a variety of ways. Tilghman leers, of course. The Nameless Bartender’s eyes get a little wide, his mouth goes a little slack. Jack,...
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238. White Room
With the Memphis Monologue on one side (following hot on the heels of Wade Garrett’s area hair) and the destruction as if by napalm of Red Webster’s auto parts store on the other (followed immediately...
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247. “Play something, Elvis!” or wheels within wheels
“It’s like a morgue in here,” observes Brad Wesley of the mood in the Double Deuce. When you blow up a local business it’s hard to blame the locals for failing to be festive, but that’s Brad Wesley...
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250. Whose side are you on?
There’s something a bit unnerving about the alacrity with which Cody and the boys acquiesce to Brad Wesley’s command that they “play something with balls.” Surely one of Dalton’s oldest and dearest...
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266. Head On Down to Wagon Days
“Dalton, you gotta check this out,” Jack says. “Looks like Wesley wants to put a little something down on a new car.” This is his tipoff to his boss that Brad Wesley plans to take a monster truck and...
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355. “When the Night Comes Falling from the Sky”
Road House ends to the tune of “When the Night Comes Falling from the Sky,” the Jeff Healey Band’s cover of a song from Bob Dylan’s 1985 album Empire Burlesque. As you might expect, Healey peels the...
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356. Dip
I’m saying this in a voice that approximates that of Ash, the android—artificial person, excuse me—in Ridley Scott’s Alien when he says of the titular creature “I admire its purity”: I admire Road...
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357. Lap
Road House closes up shop for good and all with the title superimposed over Jeff Healey’s crotch. Oh sure, you can say it’s a shot of his hands, or his guitar, or his hands on the guitar, but facts...
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