He talks like Elvis; he moves like Bruce Lee. He's got the bod, the hair, the desire. What he ain't got is the brains. Cocky to the point of being delusional, Johnny naturally assumes every "little mama" he sees will be good to him. But it's not gonna happen, unless you're talking about his real mama — with whom he still lives. Enter his best dweeb friend Carl, little Suzy, and other odd characters, and Johnny doesn't stand a chance of succeeding at anything (not that he would have anyway).