"I can't believe in that bitch." "No one ever talked to me like that." "Before." "Ever." "What do you expect, bro'?" "You ate her last 'clair." "I told you she don't stand for that." "But to kick us out of the house, though?" "I don't give a rip if that was her last cheese puff, that shit 's unacceptable." "Don't worry about it." "Look, we'll take a trip, give her a little time to cool off... and hopefully by the time we get back things will have blown over." "Yeah, right!" "Dude, you just missed the turn." "What?" "Does this look like New Orleans to you, No?" "Good job, man, you missed the turn!" "How am I supposed to know?" "You didn't fuckin' say anything!" "Dude, I'm rollin' a joint, alright?" "It's physically impossible... to roll a joint and read a map at the same time, take your pick?" "If you hadn't pissed her off so much we wouldn't be here in the first place." "Hey, look, don't even try to pin this on me, okay?" "Y'amma's had it in for me for years." "Y'amma?" "What 're you talking about?" "Y'amma." "That bitch is crazy as a loon." "The way she flexes her sphincter when she farts." "That bitch is mad, dude, I'm tellin' you." "Y'amma?" "Who's Y'amma?" "Your mamma!" "Oh, Jesus Christ!" "They sound like a bunch of animals in heat." "How do you listen to this shit?" "Why are you clownin', man?" "I told you I needed this shit to get me pumped." "I want to bangin' by the time I get to the Gras, niggah." "You tired ass cracker with no rhythm." "Y'all be cunning' that motherfucker rather sit on a porch all day... than get your groove on." "Oh, yeah, you're just, you're bustin' with rhythm." "At least I got some." "You fuck AC/DC ass motherfucker." "What century you in, bitch?" "Bitch?" "At least I know what color I am." "Not a fuckin' Jew who walks around like a brother." "You remind me of that clown what 's-his-name?" "Ice Cube..." "Yeah." "What 's up?" "...or Ice-T." "Yeah." "What 's up?" "Vanilla Ice." "That's it." "Yeah." "Yo, Sam, don't even go there, alright?" "All the way to wearing your dark sunglasses... in the middle of the fuckin' night." "What 's up with that?" "They're prescription!" "You're missin' out with the Mustang." "I mean, y'know, we got the Saab... and the Saab and Mustang, they're similar rides, similar." "Sammy, you can say what the fuck you want... you could even be dissin' my moms and shit... but don't be callin' me no Vanilla Ice." "I'm fuckin' serious, bitch!" "Yo, keep this shit up... you'll be left on the side of the road." "I'll be going to fuckin' Mardi Gras by myself." "No, man." "I'm blind already." "Toss it out." "I'm serious, bitch." "Toss it out." "Shut your fuckin' pie-hole." "Watch the road." "You shut your fuckin' pie-hole." "We got an ounce of this shit right here that ain't exactly leaving us... so just toss it out and we'll roll another one in New Orleans." "Just watch the road and, y'know, drive straight ahead." "Y'know, with a name like Schatzberg, I don't know want you're worried about." "Man, that 's exactly what I'm talking about." "Didn't you hear about those two Jews... that were driving through Mississippi a few years back?" "No." "It was fuckin' bad shit!" "They strung 'em up by the fuckin' anks... and left them there to rot just because they were Jewish." "Yeah, well, I'm sure they had it coming." "Man, that 's fucked up." "Don't mean no disrespect." "Now an update on the escaped convict, Tyrone B. Brown... from Lexington federal penitentiary." "At large for more than two days." "authorities continue their search, but no signs of him have been uncovered." "Residents are being warned to lock their doors... and to keep their cars secure as well." "Sheriff, you there?" "Sheriff, this is Weed." "Come back." "Yeah, go ahead, Weed." "This is Haggard." "Sheriff, I think we got a problem." "Neighbors next to the Roberts say... they just heard shots comin' from overthere not too long ago." "Want me to go overthere and check it out." "Shit!" "What d'you say, Sheriff?" "I said shit, Weed." "Call the state troopers, I'm on my way." "Enough of this shit already." "This shit 's off the hook, baby!" "This is what I'm talkin' about right here." "Check this out." "What the fuck was that?" "I don't know." "Jesus Christ, should we turn around?" "You think we should turn around?" "No." "It's probably just a rat or something." "Don't worry about it." "No, man, I'm serious." "I think we just hit a dog or something." "We gotta turn around." "No, man, I wouldn't turn around." "It could just be trouble, man." "No, motherfucker." "What if it 's Lassie or something freaked like that... and the fucker's left back there digging' in the dirt... because we didn't even stop?" "I'm not gonna live with that shit, man." "That shit 's bad karma." "Karma?" "I didn't know Jews celebrated karma." "Is this it?" "I don't know, dude." "Motherfucker, help me look." "For what?" "A rat?" "Where?" "There." "That 's it." "See it?" "Shit!" "Holy shit!" "Holy shit, man!" "Oh, fuck, man!" "What 're we gonna do?" "I gotta call my mom." "Oh, shit!" "This is serious." "A rat, motherfucker?" "What 're we gonna do?" "I think we snuffed this cat." "Oh, no shit." "You think so?" "Look at him, that son of a bitch is dead." "You're a murderer." "I didn't even see him fuckin' coming." "He just stepped out in fucking front of us with no fucking warning at all!" "You didn't even want to stop!" "But at least I wasn't driving." "I can't believe this." "I can't believe this, Sam." "We just whacked a guy, we're not even half-way to New Orleans yet." "This is gonna be big trouble for us." "Whoa us?" "Yeah, us." "What else is there?" "Uh, you." "That 's how you're gonna play it." "That 's great." "You're a real pal." "Hey, look, Josh "we" weren't driving your car down the highway when..." ""you" hit and killed this guy, okay?" "You on the other hand, were driving your car." "Man, you're a dick." "I'm callin' it like I see it." "Relax." "Take it easy." "We're in the middle of nowhere." "There's nobody out here." "I'm your only witness." "Freeze!" "I said freeze!" "Don't move." "And keep your hands where I can see 'em." "Alright, Weed, check 'em out." "Evenin', girls." "Over here and spread 'em." "Do it!" "You two feelin' alright?" "Yeah, how you doin' tonight?" "Alright." "They're clean, Sheriff." "Hot cherry pie!" "Say, you don't have any drugs on you now, do ya?" "No." "No." "You sure?" "Sheriff don't like drugs." "Alright, Weed, whatta we got here?" "No much." "They appear to be alright." "Well, that 's good." "That road kill over there is Tyrone." "You better call those feds and tell 'em to call off the manhunt." "You boys turn around here." "Let me get a look at ya." "I need to see some ID." "No problem, sir." "How you doin' today?" "Look at ya." "You two are so cute I could just pee on myself." "Come again?" "Where the hell you boys headed you gotta drive so fast through my county?" "New Orleans, sir." "Uh, we're on our way to Mardi Gras." "It didn't appear that we were speeding, sir." "Yeah, but nobody asked you anything, did they, slick?" "Mardi Gras?" "You boys gonna indulge in the demon spirit?" "Yes, sir." "I mean, no sir, your sheriff, sir." "It's like this." "Either of you boys got any illegal substances... on you or any concealed weapons with you?" "No, sir." "Nothing on your person... or otherwise in the car?" "No sir." "No sir." "Well, you see, it 's like this, Skatzberg..." "It's Sh-Schatzberg." "Schatzberg." "What is that, German?" "It's, uh, Irish, actually." "Irish?" "Y'see, in my county... hit and run's an illegal act." "Especially when the victim is left for dead." "Now, you boys could easily be lookin' at a murder charge." "However, in your case, the victim was a convicted killer." "Raped a woman six months before that and threw her body from a moving car." "Worse than that, the son of a bitch was a drug dealer." "And there ain't nothing worse than that." "I lost a brother to drugs once." "Two years ago." "Drug dealer kept givin' to him and givin' it to him." "First thing you know, he hopped a bus and skipped town." "Two hours later that bus flipped over." "He died." "It was drugs that killed him." "It's a God damn shame." "God damn shame, sir." "Were you two close..." "He was my brother, boy." "However, you two scuds appear to be clean cut young all-American types... and you actually aiding in the capture of an escaped convict so..." "I'm gonna let you go with a what 're you got there, Weed?" "Drugs." "I told you to toss that shit out." "I did toss it out." "It must 've got stuck somehow." "Stuck inside your fucking pocket?" "Well it must 've blown back in." "Yeah, right." "Why are you such a liar?" "Hey look, had you not hit this guy... none of this would have happened in the first place, okay?" "I told you not to turn the fucking car around." "You're a real piece of work, you know that?" "Yeah, well, thanks." "It comes naturally." "Say, you two hiding' any other drugs I should know about?" "No." "Of course not." "Y'know, Sheriff's gonna take apart your car personally." "No way." "Maybe you oughta tell old Weed here where it is?" "I can fix it so he don't find nothing." "Really?" "Definitely makes things easier." "Thank you very much." "We appreciate that." "But I told you... we don't have any drugs." "We don't do that." "That 's what they all say." "You're gonna be real comfortable here, girls." "Yeah, this looks real cozy." "Where are we gonna sit?" "Empty your pockets." "Stay too long and they might find some way... to make this manslaughter charge stick." "That is a real nice ring there, boy." "Yeah, and it 's got a, a lot of sentimental value, too... so I need to get that ring back." "Sure." "If you're lucky enough to make it outta here." "What 're we gonna do?" "I don't know." "Just try not to make a scene and... tomorrow we'll blend in." "Just..." "Don't wake the big ugly guy over there." "Gets real mean when he's cranky." "Name's Assface." "Assface?" "Assface?" "Kids named him that in grade school and he's kept it ever since." "Serves as a reminder to anyone who pisses him off." "Mornin', boys!" "Ow Shit!" "So much for blending in." "Sammy, I think I'm stuck here." "I don't know what to tell you man." "I mean, play with his balls or something, dude." "Fuck you, man." "C'mon, this guy's gonna want to have sex with me soon." "Yeah, looks like he's gettin' ready to toss your salad, dude." "Push him off." "Sammy, come on." "Alright, here." "Here we go." "Ready?" "Oh, shit, I tasted that." "This is disgusting." "Thanks, Sammy." "No problem." "Isn't he adorable?" "He's a regular nancy boy." "Thanks for keeping it warm, boy." "Move." "Woo wee!" "I can't believe you let your ass touch that shitty seat." "What?" "I was hovering." "That is nasty." "So, you're the two that whacked Tyrone, huh?" "Who?" "It was you and your friend that took him out with the car, right?" "No, actually, it was my friend that was driving." "Excuse me." "There goes our supply." "Oh, shit, man." "I think we're in trouble." "Tell me about it." "I still gotta take a shit." "I'm not talkin' about your shit, dude." "Did you hear what he just said me?" "I'm dilating." "The head's starting to crown." "That is gross." "What 're you shittin' in here for, anyway, man?" "Huh, so it was you two that killed Tyrone." "Who?" "Tyrone, motherfucker." "Don't play dumb with me." "Get back there, fool." "What 're you gonna do about it?" "Uh, say we're sorry, man." "We didn't know we did anything." "Yeah, we're sorry." "you got no idea how sorry you're gonna be." "He was carrying our next shipment." "Two ounces of premium grade a coke." "That bastard owed me hundred bucks." "Yeah, he slept with my girlfriend, that bitch." "Y'know, come to think about it, I'm glad you killed him." "Yeah, now that I think about it, it 's a good thing you ran his ass over." "Actually it was our car that dealt the final blow, y'know?" "Yeah, but I was driving." "Yeah, he was driving." "I myself was navigating." "You see I'm riding shotgun, right?" "I'm in the front seat." "I see the whole thing." "So you're the two worms that killed my partner, huh?" "Partner?" "I think there's been some kind of a misunderstanding here." "Mr. Ass, should I call you Mr. Assface or should I?" "Shut up." "Shut the fuck up!" "The man you killed in that car was a business associate of mine." "He and I had a very big deal." "A very, very big deal." "Now you've gone against that agreement." "What are you gonna do about it?" "We can apologize." "We're very, very sorry." "We didn't, I mean we didn't mean to do anything." "What happened to my coke?" "Coke?" "What coke?" "You mean, like, cocaine?" "We don't anything about that mister..." "You two cost me a lot of money." "Anybody who costs me money is gonna pay for it." "You got it?" "We're totally broke, man." "I mean, we're tapped out, man." "We barely got enough money to feed this kid." "Shut up!" "Easy, big fella." "Now, y'all are supposed to be getting out of here this morning." "You don't want to start complicating things now, do ya?" "You two owe me big." "And you..." "I'm gonna call on to collect." "Soon." "Alright." "Sheriff wants to see you two." "Fifteen to twenty?" "It was only a roach." "Well, there's that and the fact that you were associated... with one of Fark's most notorious convicted drug dealers." "Associated?" "All we did was run him over." "Y'know, if I were you boys, I'd be trying to figure out... how I was gonna plead before this case comes to trial." "Trial?" "You gotta be kidding." "Son, I never kid about drugs." "It was drugs that killed my brother." "It's drugs that 'll be the ruination of this whole damn country." "Hell, this state's a cesspool for this kind of shit... and I'm sitting here puckered up like the asshole that makes it." "We're not following you." "Those men that you spent the night with in that cell last night... are some of the biggest drug suppliers in this whole area." "Now, from where I'm sittin', it 's a God damn sin... what they're doing to our good little children." "How do we come into play into all of that?" "You were saying." "Now I understand... you boys are already in debt to Assface and his gang." "Let me explain something to you." "You two ain't the first greenhorns... to ever have to go to work for these criminals." "And unless you cooperate with us, you sure as hell ain't gonna be the last." "Cooperate?" "The way I figure it... all we have to do is get you two fell as to infiltrate the gang... utilize your connections and become part of the day-to-day operations." "Between us, we're gonna keep records on every delivery and every purchase... they make." "We're gonna document every buy and who makes it." "Before you know it, we'll have a complete itinerary of every... drug deal they ever made." "That 's when we get to bust 'em." "We?" "You want us to be your narcs?" "Deputies." "You'd be more like honorary deputies for a spell." "It's either that or, uh, we can take your car apart piece by piece... and you can take your chances owing money to Assface." "Funny thing is, though, most people who end up owing the Face... they end up dead." "That 's blackmail." "Look, Sheriff, with all due respect to you and your badge... we've already met some of these guys that you're talking about... there's just no fuckin' way, man." "I mean, we'll pass." "I'll take my chances on the possession of a roach any day... than have to deal with those guys again." "I mean, in most states a roach isn't even enough... to be incarcerated on, am I right?" "We ain't like most states, now are we, son?" "And in my county, if you'd slowed down enough... to be able to read the signs comin' in... you'd see that it says absolutely zero tolerance." "That means that roach... is enough for me to hold you here while we prosecute your butts." "It's still a small price to pay for our lives, isn't it?" "I mean, when is the trial?" "Don't know." "Judge hasn't set a date yet." "You boys consider yourselves under house arrest." "Get the hell outta my office." "And have a nice day." "I know those weren't the two fools that whacked my brother!" "Just relax, son." "They ain't been charged with anything." "Why the hell not?" "Fred, you want to control your visitor?" "If not, I got a nice jail cell in the back for him." "So tell me, is this your brother Tyrone?" "Yeah." "He have any other possessions I should know about?" "Just a very large bag of cocaine that exploded on impact." "That what you're looking for, boy?" "Hell, no." "Anybody else touch his body?" "No, just the fellas that struck him." "Where they at?" "Don't worry." "They ain't going very far." "Jerome, you're bullshitting me." "What you think, stupid?" "Then where the hell is it?" "A ring don't just be crawlin' off people's fingers." "I think I got a idea." "You damn right you do." "That was my retirement, you crooked ass motherfucker." "You better get your tired ass movin', and fast!" "Well, it just kind a happened, you know." "One minute we're driving along minding our own business... and the next minute I thought we hit a dog, so we turned around you know, he thought it was a rat." "Thanks." "A rat?" "Y'all motherfuckers thought my brother Tyrone was a rat?" "I don't think so." "Did I really say that?" "Shut the fuck up." "Where the fuck's my ring?" "What ring?" "Cherone's ring." "Who's Cherone?" "Our sister, punk." "That would be, Tyrone, Cherone, and..." "And Jerome, motherfucker!" "Now where's my shit?" "We don't have it." "Would you, just excuse us for 1 second?" "We'll be right back." "We're just gonna..." "Man, I will fuck y'all up!" "Dude, that guy's a maniac." "Ah, don't worry about it." "You gotta know how to handle these animals." "Firmly don't back down." "They respect that, believe me." "Wanna sit at the counter?" "What 're y'all looking at?" "They ain't no celebrities." "Go on, get back to your food." "You heard me, eat!" "God damn!" "Be nice." "I'll be nice, don't have to be charming." "You're nasty." "Hey, sweet things, what 's happening?" "Hi." "Hi." "What 's it gonna be?" "How you doin' today?" "What 's it gonna be, heartthrob?" "Hey, that 's lumpy to you, skirt." "Give us a minute, will ya?" "We just walked in the door." "Jesus Christ." "I'll have the chicken fried steak with, eggs over easy, biscuits and gravy... a waffle, a side of fries and a chocolate shake." "And a water." "A large water." "I don't think I'll give a small anything, sweetheart." "Shoot, what 're you laughin' at, bones?" "What?" "What, he's fatty and your skinny, right?" "Yeah, cute." "Real cute." "Look, let me get a cheeseburger with, no pickles, no onions." "One of those little side things of mayonnaise... some french fries on the side and a coke." "Jeez, picky - picky." "Yeah, well, get used to it." "ln fact, I got a little present for you..." "I brought it in from out of town." "I'll give it to her right now." "Here you go, this is for you, baby." "No, Sammy, don't." "It's no good." "Don't mind, hon." "She hadn't been laid in two years." "And yourself?" "I do okay." "Howdy." "Mornin', Emma." "Sleep alright?" "No good, huh?" "The rag beat me to it." "She and I had a thing for each other for quite some time, now." "You shut your mouth, Weed, I'll swell it shut for you, so help me God." "Thank you." "You two girlies thought anything more yet about your trial?" "No, I can't say that we have." "When's it set for, anyway?" "Don't know." "Sheriff hasn't set one yet." "Sheriff?" "You said it was up to the judge." "Sheriff is the judge." "Is that legal?" "This sucks." "I gotta get a lawyer now?" "Good luck." "Haggard's the only lawyer within forty miles." "Is she kidding?" "That tall one?" "Yeah, she likes me." "I'm gonna pork her." "That blond's pretty cute, too." "Oh, c'mon, give me a break." "That chick is so cold she'd rather cut your dick off than suck it." "She's a lesbian, trust me." "Come on!" "She is, man." "She's a lesbian." "I know." "I can spot these people from a mile away." "What do you think's gonna happen to us?" "I don't know, man." "I'm just glad we're not still in that fucking jail." "But as far as being a secret agent is concerned, no fuckin' way, man." "I can't believe we killed a guy." "I mean, I never killed a guy before." "That was a big deal." "And what do I look like Charlie fuckin' Manson here?" "I never killed anybody before either." "Think we should call my mom?" "Y'amma?" "No, dude." "I'm sure she's too busy pimpin' Freaks and runnin' midget trains... to take time to help us out." "C'mon, man, I'm fuckin' serious, here." "So am I, alright?" "Take it easy." "I'm just as stressed out as you are." "It's gonna be okay." "Let 's go get drink." "What about that Jerome guy?" "Fuck him, man." "Jerome, Cherone, who cares at this point?" "I don't '." "Let 's go." "Come on!" "You got the key?" "Yeah." "Right." "Oh, boy, this place is whack." "Talk about beaten with the ugly stick." "Looks like the whole village got in line." "Fuckin' inbreds." "Look at that guy." "We ain't all inbreds, sugar." "Excuse me?" "Yo, dude, there she is." "Who?" "Oh, the waitress?" "Oh, you gotta be kidding me, dude." "That chicks a freak." "Now I know you got problems." "She called you fatty and me skinny." "That shit is unacceptable." "We just met that wench." "Whoa back it up." "She's cool." "She's just chillin'." "That bitch must be a lesbian or something, because she's freezing." "Look at those pigs." "They're like animals." "But what can you do?" "You go over there... they're liable to do the same thing to you." "Besides, what 's she hanging out with the likes of them for?" "Maybe she don't know." "How could you not know?" "C'mon, baby." "That is it!" "I'm going over there." "Emma, here, look, you sit your butt back down here." "Hey!" "Hey, let her go!" "Back off, ho, unless you want some." "Think that 's' cute, you little bitch." "Now let 's show you what a real man feels like." "Hey little lady." "Where do you think you're going?" "Whoa." "Easy there, Face." "You alright?" "Card trick?" "Pick a card, any card." "Okay, now look at it but don't show me, okay?" "Alright, now put it back." "There we go." "Alright, you ready?" "One, two... three!" "Is that your card?" "That was good." "You like that?" "I got a hundred." "I could do more." "Wanna see another one?" "I got a job for you, punk." "A job?" "Alright, Bigface, we gonna finally make good between us?" "Just you." "Just me?" "What 's up with that?" "Be at the mine shaft tomorrow at one o'clock." "Mine shaft?" "What mine shaft?" "Outside of town." "My boys are gonna pick you up." "Alright, man, no sweat, no sweat." "I'm there." "I'll see you tomorrow." "Okay." "Good boy." "What was that all about, dude?" "I'll tell you later." "Let 's just get outta here." "Hey, Schatzberg." "You're a real ass, you know that?" "Thanks." "Don't mention it." "You could got yourself killed in there." "It took guts." "Thank you." "A rat?" "Motherfucker thought Tyrone was a rat?" "That 's what I said." "Oh, shit!" "Tyrone always was a two-bit penny-ass thief anyway." "He never did think big enough till..." "Till he stole your ring." "No shit." "That son of a bitch pulled his biggest job... right out from under my nose." "God damn sleazy assed!" "I'll kill that mother fucker." "Do you need a moment to get yourself together?" "What?" "Bitch, Tyrone already dead." "You shut your ass up, punk." "That ring is worth a quarter million dollars." "I took it from a john that was worth ten times that much." "You stay your ass there, I'm comin'!" "We gotta get the fuck outta here, man." "This is bullshit." "I've had it up to there with this town." "Yeah, but how?" "We can't just bail." "Why not?" "I mean, fuck it, we'll ditch the car... and say it was stolen." "We can hitchhike if we have to." "We still got a couple hundred bucks each." "No." "We can't do that." "Why?" "I mean, just say the car was stolen and collect the insurance." "There not gonna find your car here, Josh." "But they'll track it to me in D.C. and then what am I gonna do?" "I don't know, man." "Tell 'em you had a family emergency... you had to come home right away." "You were hungry." "Nah, they'd never buy that." "Besides, then I'd never get to see her again." "Wait." "What?" "See who?" "The waitress?" "That crappy little bitch?" "You're crazy, Josh." "She doesn't like you." "Man, fuck you." "You saw her blow me a kiss." "Oh, whoa, big shit." "An air kiss." "It's different with this chick." "She's like, Emma, she, she's real, y'know." "I ever felt like this before, Sammy." "Emma?" "Yeah!" "Gimme a break, man." "What?" "What what?" "I mean, I don't get." "You're ready to risk your life now and stay in this town?" "For what?" "A chick that doesn't even like you but blows you a kiss?" "I don't get it." "No, man." "That ain't it." "Then what?" "Jesus Christ!" "You haven't ever been laid, have you?" "Holy shit, Schatzberg." "You're still a fuckin' virgin and I didn't even know about it?" "What about Holly Morrison?" "Josh?" "Josh, you made it sound like you two did it in the shed." "I can't fucking believe this." "That little slut!" "Even she made it sound like you two did it in the shed." "What 's going on here, dude?" "You're not queer or anything, are you." "I mean, I never had you pegged as a pillow biter type, but..." "Yeah, I'm queer, motherfucker." "Yo, fuck you, man, I've been with chicks before." "Who?" "Holly kind of sucked me off, once." "Holly kind of sucked you off once?" "How?" "With, like, a vacuum cleaner, or did she use her hands, or what?" "She used her hands, but she was blowin' on it at the time, too." "Blowin' on it?" "That shit ain't a blow job." "That shit 's a hand job." "I mean, did she suck on it at all?" "No." "Kind of." "Kind of." "God." "How old are you?" "Twenty fucking two years old, you've only had one hand job." "That is terrible, Schatzberg." "We gotta talk." "Man, take it easy." "What?" "It's true, right?" "I mean, little Schatzy's still a virgin." "Yeah, so what?" "So what if I want my first time to be special?" "Unlike you that fucks anything that walks." "Special, huh?" "That 's cool." "I wanted my first time to be special, too." "Then the bitch took my money and told me to get lost." "Nice truck, guys." "Beautiful." "Yeah." "Grab the keys, load it up." "You got it." "Take this to the truck." "We're leaving." "What happened, lard-ass, lose your footing?" "No." "What then?" "You wanna try me, punk, is that it?" "Huh?" "No." "You dropped your cigarettes." "What?" "I'm gonna fuck you up!" "What the hell's he doing here?" "Filling in for Tyrone." "Knock it off!" "Y'know, Sheriff tried to recruit these two yesterday, don't ya?" "What?" "Yeah." "Wanted them to be his little narcs." "So, you thinking about going to the cops?" "No." "I told him we wouldn't do it, man." "I told him we were more afraid of you than of getting busted." "Ask him, he was there." "You listen up, punk." "You cross me..." "I'll cut your fuckin' tongue off and have you hangin' from it." "You understand?" "Yeah." "Driver, you're late." "Move it." "You ready?" "Let 's go, man." "Get the bag." "Hey, you." "Hey." "My friend come in here by any chance?" "No, I don't think so." "I think I would've noticed." "Shit!" "Let me give you a piece of advice." "Stay away from the Face and his boys." "Why?" "What do you know about him?" "Emma said that your friend Josh was going to work for him today." "Yeah, and?" "And let me tell you a little story about Emma and them boys." "Two years ago, Emma and her boyfriend Roy... were driving through here on their way to New York City... and their car breaks down." "And they don't have the money to fix it." "So, they now owe Face and the boys a favor." "So Roy starts doing errands for 'em... delivering drugs and stuff like that till one day he don't come back." "What happened to him?" "He was found dead by the side of the road and nobody said a word." "Emma's been paying off his debt ever since." "What about the Sheriff?" "I mean, what 'd he do?" "Sheriff Haggard?" "Yeah." "Yeah, well, Sheriff Haggard, in case you haven't noticed, is retarded." "He still thinks it 's the drugs that killed his brother... and not the bus." "What about you?" "How long you been here?" "Too long." "I was born and raised here." "Sorry to hear it." "Well, it all depends on how you occupy your time." "Hey, man, so why am I the mule, anyway?" "Sheesh, why else, man?" "Because the job sucks, that 's why." "Why does it suck so bad?" "Because if you get caught, then you take the fall?" "If you get shot, nobody fuckin' cares." "Bottom line is always come back with the product or the money... never without both." "So, have you ever been busted before?" "Hell, yeah!" "For what?" "Man, just about everything." "You name it, I been busted for it." "Murder?" "Nope." "Most everything but that, though." "Rape?" "No, not that either." "Then you're not such a bad guy after all." "Oh, well, gee, Josh, thanks for your approval." "Hey, man, I'm just giving you props, y'know." "Yeah, well, I appreciate it." "Listen, man gives the man the package, you take the envelope." "Keep your mouth shut and get out." "You got it?" "Got it." "No, I'm serious, man." "Keep your mouth shut and get out." "He'll be alright." "You think so?" "Well, yeah." "Nobody ever disappeared on the first day out before, far as I can remember." "But you don't know Josh like I do." "Believe me... he's capable of breaking any record." "Look, I'll see you around, alright?" "Yeah, well, I hope everything works out alright, okay?" "Listen, not that it 's any of my business... but I figured that I should probably tell you... since my friend Josh is too much of a herb to tell you on his own." "But, I mean, he likes you." "And don't ask me why." "Not that you... ever given him any reason to or not that... you'd ever even have sex with him, but he does." "Just try to let him down gently, will ya?" "Out." "Also, I gotta tell you, he's a little inexperienced..." "Get outta here!" "He's a virgin" "Don't tell him I told you." "Yo, what 's up, negro?" "Not much, what 're you doing?" "How's it going?" "What happened?" "Nothing." "It's all good." ""Oh, nothing." "It's all good." What you're all cool now all of sudden?" "Y'all motherfuckers ain't gonna be laughing... when they pull out the yellow tape and chalk around this motherfucker?" "Say again?" "Where the fuck's my ring?" "Relax." "We don't even know what you're..." "Shut the fuck up!" "Hey, look, man, y'know... we're sorry that we killed your brother and everything." "It was an accident." "I mean, we didn't do it on purpose." "Man." "Losing a twin's fucked up." "Man." "I know where you're at." "Lost a hamster once myself and it, busted me up pretty bad inside, too." "You'll get through it, though." "Fuck your hamster... and fuck my brother." "I want my motherfucking ring." "Was it a gold ring with a little red ruby in the middle of it?" "Yeah." "Where the fuck is it?" "Look, the Sheriff's got it." "I mean, he's got all of our possessions... but he said we'll get it back tomorrow or the next day." "Is that right?" "I'll tell you what." "You get my ring back by tomorrow or it 's your ass, and it 's your ass." "Jimmy Olson-looking motherfucker!" "You gonna order something or you just browsing?" "Bitch, shut the fuck up and go make me a cheeseburger." "Get out of my diner!" "Get my motherfucking ring back." "Jimmy Olson." "I'll give him a Jimmy Olson." "So, you gettin' hungry yet?" "Yeah, I'm starving." "You want a cheeseburger?" "Sure." "Hey, what 's going on?" "You say something to her about me?" "No." "Why?" "Why's she acting all nice all of a sudden?" "Who knows, dude?" "Maybe she likes you?" "Likes me?" "Yesterday this chick was trippin' out on me just saying hi to her." "Now she's offering me lunch and shit?" "What 's going on here?" "Fuck, figure it out." "I mean, I once knew a girl that dicked a German Shepherd for no good reason." "I mean, yeah, the bitch was horny and shit... but the dog never did any fuckin' favors for her or anything like that..." "What are you talking about?" "Here you go." "Thanks." "Alright, man." "I'm taking off." "I'll check you back at the room later." "Cool." "See ya." "Bye." "This looks great." "Yeah?" "What 's there to do around here at night?" "I don't know." "Nothing." "Nothing?" "I bet there's gotta be something to do." "Well, what you have in mind?" "You tell me." "Are you asking me out?" "'Cause you know what, if you are I ain't gonna make it easy on you." "You're gonna have to come by my house, pick me up on time... 'cause if you're late, it ain't gonna happen." "How about seven-thirty?" "Okay." "So, how'd it go today?" "You guys make any drug runs or what?" "Nah, man, we was just chillin'." "And...?" "And what, man?" "That 's it, serious." "C'mon, yeah, right." "What 'd you guys do over there for 5 hours... suck each others' dicks the whole time?" "No, man, I told you." "We went over to the other town... hung out there for awhile made some deliveries... and came back." "Ain't no big thing." "Ain't no big thing?" "Who the fuck am I talkin' to now gangster Mac?" "You act like these guys are your friends all of a sudden." "What 's up with you, dude?" "Man, Driver's cool." "He's my homie." "He's your homie." "After one day?" "He's only nice to you 'cause he's tooling' you." "You're just jealous 'cause they chose me and not you." "Shut the fuck up, man!" "What 's up, Sammy?" "I ain't afraid of you." "You ain't so bad." "Whatever fool." "Get outta my face." "Bitch." "I'm fuckin' outta here, dude." "Have fun tonight, herbie." "It's fuckin' herb, you moron." "Have fun on your date." "I have a perfectly happy, healthy body." "I have a perfectly happy, healthy, sexy body." "Oh, God." "I do, too!" "Hell, what 's the use?" "God damn you, Roy." "Why'd you do this to me?" "Who's out there?" "Who's out there?" "Hey." "Oh, shit." "Come on in." "It's just you scared me." "Sorry." "You got company?" "Oh, no." "That 's just this stupid exercise I read in this book." "There's supposed to be like these affirmations... that 're supposed to make me feel better about myself." "But don't ask me if they work, because I couldn't tell ya." "Cool." "So, who's Roy?" "Damn." "How long were you standing out there?" "Roy, he's nobody." "Just this guy I used to know." "What happened to him?" "Well, only Assface and Tyrone know that." "Turn around." "I said turn around." "You were not." "I was." "Right over the fucker's face while he was asleep." "Y'know, supposedly I've heard he's killed for less." "I'm sure he has." "If I were you, sweetheart..." "I'd get outta here first chance I get." "You think I'm joking?" "Hell I am serious." "You only get one crack... at getting out of this town." "If you miss it then you are stuck here for good." "Where will you be moving to?" "New York." "Yeah?" "What 's in New York?" "Silly." "I ain't never lived in a city before." "I want to be a painter." "Y'know what, if, if you want, I could totally give you a ride... out there when we leave, if you want." "Thanks, but Face would track me down and kill me if I left... so I won't be leaving." "What 's up, D?" "Hey, not much." "Bossman sent me over here to ask if you two would come over... and have a celebration drink." "He liked your work today." "Really?" "Do you want to come over and have a drink with the fellas?" "You didn't hear a fucking word I said?" "What do you mean?" "These people, these people are my friends, hon." "Friends?" "The man's boss is a murderer, rapist and drug dealer, "hon"." "If you had any fucking sense at all... you'd run if you fucking knew how." "Uh, I'll be over there." "You two think about it, okay?" "Emma, this'll take a second." "One minute over there with these people." "Can you wait?" "Fine." "Just don't you expect me to be here when you get back." "Fuckin' jerk." "Alright!" "Jesus." "Buenos dias, Jew boy." "No, I'm not Jew, that 's right, I'm not." "Let go, man." "Aren't you guys a little early?" "I thought we had until tomorrow." "You do." "But you better not plan on skipping' out." "Otherwise, I'm gonna take my insurance right now." "No, no, please." "No insurance." "Look, I'm just not sure the Sheriff's gonna give me my stuff back in time." "What?" "Look, I promise... once I get it back, you get it back." "I swear." "You God damn right we gonna get it back. 'Cause if you try to run... we gonna chop your little Howdy Doody ass up like Benihana." "Like Benihana." "Okay." "Okay." "Little punk." "Oh, we all need it." "Yeah, nigger, that 's the shit!" "What?" "That 's the bomb-ass Buddha, baby." "No, what the fuck did you just call me?" "Nothing, man." "No, no, bullshit, man." "Are you fucking crazy?" "No, man, I was just trippin, that 's all." "What the hell is your problem, man?" "You ain't no brother, man." "You don't call me no nigger." "You ain't black." "I'm down, D. I know what 's goin' on." "Yeah, like hell you do." "D, please stop sweatin' me." "Look, I will sweat your ass if I like." "You're not black." "Nor do you know what 's it like to be." "You don't have people demean you every day only because of... the color of your skin." "I was the only Jew in my whole school." "So the fuck what?" "Like you know that ain't the same, man." "Tired of people usin' that stupid-ass line, talking 'bout "nigger"." "Look, man, all I'm saying, man, is just, just quit pretending to be black... and be yourself." "Just be yourself." "Alright, man, I'm sorry." "I didn't mean nothing by it." "I was just being stupid, that 's all." "I guess you didn't know, huh?" "So, why don't you have a chick, D?" "Never met the right girl, I guess." "But there was this one, though, a while back named Mimi." "Man, she was this big, old beautiful blond." "Titties all over the place." "Yeah, she cooked like a gourmet, too, I'm telling you." "She was all I could ever ask for in a woman." "But she didn't like the way I was making a living, so she split." "Man, that was the biggest mistake I ever made in my life." "Man, but it 's never too late, though." "Shit, in this case it was." "That was two years ago." "I'm gonna get on outta here." "You want some of this?" "No." "Alright." "So we on for tomorrow, right?" "Well, actually..." "I wanted to tell you something." "What 's that?" "I'm out on the delivery scene." "The old lady, she don't really approve too much of what I been doing." "It's not that I don't want to, man, it 's just, y'know... for the sake of the relationship, y'know." "Yeah, man, I dig." "But, y'know, Face got a rule, man." "Once a mule, always a mule." "Yeah, man, but I'm in love." "Will you tell him for me, D?" "Shit!" "Yeah, man, I'll tell him for you." "Racist motherfucker." "Thanks, man." "Alright, I'll check you sometime, alright?" "Before I leave." "Yeah, man." "Sometime." "Alright." "I'll see ya." "Who is it?" "Who the hell's out there?" "Emma, it 's me, Josh." "Son of a bitch." "It's 2 o'clock in the freakin' morning." "What the hell do you want?" "Can I come in?" "No." "Oh, look at you." "You're completely drunk." "You go home and you call me when you sober up." "Out." "Out." "What?" "Okay." "Okay, you can come on in." "You try anything, you son of a bitch, and I'll castrate you, you hear me?" "C'mon." "Nice, real nice." "You think so?" "You wish." "Actually, it 's not that bad as far as asses go." "Yeah, right." "Ow!" "Oh!" "Y'know, I'm serious." "Finally I get to see your better half." "I was beginning to wonder if you weren't all bad." "Yeah, well, listen..." "I'm really sorry about what happened tonight." "I was a jerk." "A real jerk." "I mean, I don't know what came over me." "Do you think maybe you could forgive me sometime, maybe?" "Maybe." "I told those guys I wasn't gonna be working for 'em anymore." "You told Assface you're gonna quit?" "Well, I told Driver and he said he'd tell him for me." "Well, that 's great." "But y'know that definitely ain't the end of it." "They got a rule:" "once a mule, always a mule." "At least, that 's what they told Roy." "Don't even sweat it, mama." "You know they know the rules." "Oh yeah?" "What are the rules?" "Don't be messin' with the kid" " KJ." "What?" "K-Josh." "K, y'know." "Yeah, got your KJ right here." "Listen, kid, you just sit tight... while I go get you something to wear." "ln the meantime, why don't you crawl into bed?" "But save me a little room, will ya?" "Hey, you're awake." "Yeah." "Hi." "Good morning." "Good morning." "Turn over." "Let me in there." "Your dressing." "I need to change it before I go to work." "No, really, that 's totally okay." "I can take care of it." "Don't be stupid." "I don't mind and you won't do it." "Unless, of course, you want to let bones do it for you." "Ha ha, funny." "Listen... about last night, I'm really, really sorry." "I was a real ass." "That 's okay." "You were kind of cute, too." "Especially your ass." "Now move over and let me in there." "Okay, I just gotta clean this up a little bit and... re-dress, sorry, re-dress it and... there, you're all done." "Finished." "Thank you." "You're welcome." "Okay, well, I gotta go." "I don't want to be late for work so..." "You're welcome to stay here if you want, though." "I'll be back after lunch." "Okay." "What the hell do you think you're doing?" "You son of a bitch!" "I'm sorry." "I'm really sorry." "I'll punch your God damn lights out!" "I'm sorry." "I apologize." "I don't what came over me, I swear to God." "I'm sorry." "We really shouldn't be doing this." "Y'know, I've gotta get to work." "Yeah." "I could get fired." "Yeah." "You like that?" "Yeah." "Well, maybe they'll understand." "What?" "I can't believe I'm makin' out with a guy... who's never made it passed second base." "Who told you that?" "That buddy of yours." "All I said is I could make the drop for him." "That kid owes me a whole shipment." "You want to pay for that too, huh?" "No punk kid leaves town owing me money." "You got that?" "Got you." "I got it." "Wake up, fool!" "You take Creep with you." "I want that kid back here in one hour." "You understand?" "Sir." "Massuh." "Sheriff, it 's Fred Grandy." "Weed, get your narrow ass out from behind my desk." "Yeah, Fred." "No, no, not a damn thing." "I know, I know, I know." "Yeah, alright." "Alright, I'll talk to you." "Weed?" "Yes sir." "Go tell the boys." "Mornin', everyone." "Where were you last night?" "What 's his name?" "Oh, it 's not that greasy bartender Frank, is it?" "Oh, no, that is so gross!" "Now what is this?" "You're practically wearing a necklace there." "Later." "Later?" "Later." "Mornin', Bones." "Hi." "Thanks for the tip." "No problem." "Howdy!" "Mornin', Emma." "I said good mornin', Emma." "Oh, hi, Weed." "Coffee?" "Yes, please." "And maybe a sniff of them panties." "You are so gross." "They should've castrated you with the rest of your litter." "Shit!" "What 're you doing here?" "Sheriff told me to come over and tell these kids they could... have their car back." "They're free to go, I guess." "Really?" "Oh, can I get a hallelujah?" "Thank God!" "Whew." "What 's up?" "Hey, what 's going on, dude?" "What 's up, babe?" "What 's going on here?" "Somebody die or something?" "Josh, we are outta here, bro'." "Gonzo." "Yeah, uh, Weed said they didn't find nothing in your car... so two of you are free to go soon as you want." "Great news, huh?" "Uh, sure you searched hard enough?" "I mean... you didn't find nothing to link us to the drug traffickers, then, huh?" "Maybe I'll go double check." "Y'know, it doesn't mean we have to leave right now." "I mean, Sammy and me, we still got a week left of our break and... we could spend it here if it 's alright with you." "I was hoping you and me could spend some time together before I go." "Why, so you could get some more before you leave?" "No, that 's not it." "Yeah, well, forget it already, 'cause you're outta here." "So goodbye." "Yeah, but..." "But what?" "You think you're in love with me?" "Yeah." "What?" "You are crazy, you know that?" "We make it together one time in the back seat of a car... and now he thinks he's in love with me." "It wasn't in the back of a car." "It was in your bed an hour ago... twice!" "What 's the difference?" "Why are you doing this?" "You get one chance to get out... of this town." "Here is your chance." "Now go on and get!" "I can't believe your doing this to me." "I was in love with you." "Believe it." "Smooth." "Real smooth." "Un-fucking-believable!" "Still here, bro'!" "We got it." "Y'know, I think it 's destiny that we be together." "Y'know, the Face is gonna want to speak to you two... before you just up and leave." "Hey, man, we were definitely gonna say goodbye to him... before we left, okay?" "Definitely." "What the fuck does he care what we do?" "Hey, Josh, did you forget who he's pointing the gun at?" "You still owe him a whole shipment." "Assface wouldn't be too happy if he knew you were planning... on leaving without squaring up." "You two best come with me." "You two better hurry up, 'cause Ass face took Emma." "He drove off with her just like not even a minute ago." "And he says that you owe him one." "Y'all motherfuckers ain't goin nowhere... until we get our ring back, Michelin Man." "Yeah, Michellin Man!" "Personal property." "Thank you very much, sir." "we gotta get going." "It's getting kind of late." "Y'know, we want to beat the traffic and everything..." "That 's a pretty expensive piece of jewelry there, son." "Where'd you get that?" "Actually, y'know..." "He took that from the rightful owner." "Shut your ass up, fool." "Tyrone's punk-ass stole it from me a long time ago." "Uh, you're really gonna hate me but..." "I'll take this, and we really gotta go, so..." "Shut up." "I ain't playing with you." "Let go of me, bastards." "Cool it or it 's gonna get worse." "Roy always said you were good." "Now it 's time to find out." "Hey, cool it man." "Take it easy, man." "She ain't a part of this." "What the fuck is your problem?" "Man, just cool out, alright?" "Assface wants to talk to us." "C'mon, man." "This is stupid." "We should call the SWAT team or something." "Fark's got a SWAT team?" "No." "That 's good." "C'mon, man, let 's go." "Wrong again, my friend." "I think we've been through enough for one day, don't you?" "I'm gonna stay right here and watch Stella." "You gotta be kidding me." "What about Emma?" "What is she gets raped?" "She's been laid before, right?" "I oughta fuck you up, man." "Why are you such a dick?" "That wasn't very nice, Samuel." "Look, I'm sorry, okay?" "It's his chick, not mine." "I just don't think it would be very realistic for me... to risk my life for a chick that 's his." "Besides, I'd just be getting in the way anyway." "I say keep it simple." "I can't believe you." "Well, believe it, pal." "You're on your own in this one." "Besides, you got the ring anyway." "It's a fair trade, don't worry about it." "Whatever." "What do you think you're doing there, boy?" "You ain't done yet, fool?" "Your ass gettin' slow." "Oh, see you over there working shit with your big ass mouth." "Then move your dumb ass over and watch me sweat." "I'd have that motherfucker open in three seconds." "Free at last!" "That 's very impressive, son!" "Just like a professional." "Bye, motherfucker." "You are under arrest!" "You talkin' to me?" "I said, you talkin' to me?" "You talk." "Fuck." "Hey." "You lose something?" "Sammy, you scared the hell outta me." "Thanks." "What 's going on?" "What 're you doing here?" "I don't know, I was a little worried about you." "I thought maybe you could use a little back up." "Really?" "Thanks." "Worried?" "What d'you mean?" "Aw, hey, man, c'mon, let 's face it, you're in way over your head here." "I figure I'll come in, even out the odds a little bit." "I don't know if I should tell you this, man, but I'm really, really scared." "Don't worry about it, man." "So am I." "ln case I don't get a chance to tell you, Sam... you're the best friend I ever had." "I love you." "I love you, man." "Take it easy, take it easy." "Easy!" "So where's Stella?" "ln the car." "Samuel?" "Oh, shit!" "Joshua?" "Samuel?" "Got ya!" "Do you think it 's safe?" "For you?" "Probably not." "Thanks." "Yeah, well, we don't have any choice." "We gotta save these broads, right?" "Okay." "Yeah." "Good." "Where the fuck's your boyfriend?" "Leave me alone." "Where is he?" "Where the fuck did you get that?" "Where do you think?" "You killed him, you son of a bitch!" "He was dipping' into my funds." "Don't act so surprised." "When we found him, he was getting on a bus... with two kilos of my coke." "Heading north and without you." "Leave her alone!" "Easy now, slimbo." "Careful with that gun." "One wrong shot and the whole place will go down." "Yeah, right." "He's lying, Josh." "Don't believe him." "Don't do it, J. He ain't bullshittin', man." "The ring for the girl." "Let me see it." "That 's a nice ring." "Deal." "Really?" "Good job, man." "Drop the gun." "Drop it!" "Would you shut the fuck up?" "C'mon, man." "Let me hear you say it one more time." "Oh, these guys are my homies, dude." "I'm getting ready to slap you, dude." "Go ahead." "Slap me." "Let me see you try to slap me." "You're fuckin' lucky." "You think they're gonna come back for us?" "Y'know, if they didn't come back for us oughta be the least... of our worries right now." "Hey, you think you can stand up?" "Yeah." "I see an edge over there." "If we can finagle our way across the floor... maybe I can cut us loose." "Try that." "Alright." "Straight back." "Yeah." "This way." "Alright." "Back up, back up." "Straight." "Jesus Christ, man." "Alright, stop." "Back up." "Back up." "Forward." "Listen, you've to move forward... or you're gonna break my spine." "Alright, now, uh, do that, that little dance thing that you do." "Move okay there you go." "Move a little closer." "There we go." "Almost." "It's comin'." "It's comin." "Leave her alone!" "Shut up, bitch!" "Or you're gonna be next." "You like that, huh?" "You like that." "I'll kill you, Creep." "I am gonna fucking kill you." "How'd they get loose?" "Move!" "You like that, don't you." "Since when did you become a saint, Driver?" "I always suspected they killed Roy, but I never any the proof." "But when they copped to it back there, I couldn't take it no more." "Look, I might be a lotta things, but I ain't no damn murderer." "Okay, c'mon, we gotta get outta here." "This way, go this way." "C'mon, c'mon." "Go ahead." "My bitches." "Aw, shit!" "Where the fuck y'all think you're going?" "Oh, great." "Twin freaks." "We were just coming to see you guys." "Who the fuck you callin' a freak?" "Where my ring at, little bitch?" "What the hell are you doing?" "Gettin' brave now, fool?" "I didn't think so." "Now where's my shit?" "Assface has it." "Assface?" "What the fuck is a Assface?" "I'm Assface." "Shit!" "Tyrone wasn't bullshittin'." "God damn." "That 's one assy lookin' face." "You got my ring, motherfucker?" "You got my shit." "Cherone." "Clueless motherfucker think we playin'." "Let 's get his ass, Jerome." "Now, wait a minute here, Tyrone, Cherone, and what is it?" "It's Jerome, motherfucker." "Hey, we about to mop your ass up." "Jesus, man, are you okay?" "Yeah." "Fuckin' bleeding to death, but yeah, I'm alright." "Listen, wait here, I'm gonna find a way outta this place, alright?" "Yeah." "Fuckin' little bitch!" "Holy shit." "Holy shit, man." "What d'you want me to do?" "Pull me up!" "Pull me up!" "I'm slipping." "Fuck, man." "You're gonna pull me over." "I need a fuckin' crane or a box or something." "I can't do it." "Help me, motherfucker!" "Alright, don't move." "Wait right here." "Hurry!" "Warm up the truck, we're getting out of here." "Where we going?" "To Lexington." "We're blowing the joint." "What about the others?" "Fuck 'em!" "Here, use this to pull yourself up." "I'm trying." "Shit." "Could you be any heavier?" "Quit clowning motherfucker..." "This thing sounds like it could snap at any second." "Don't kid yourself, man, it could." "What?" "I said I'd be really surprised if it would." "Oh, shit!" "Man, I don't want to die here." "Relax, will ya?" "You're in good hands." "C'mon, pull yourself up." "What?" "Hold on, hold on." "I thought you knew the way outta here." "What 's going on?" "No, I did." "It's just really fuckin' hard to find in the dark." "Look, wait a minute." "There's a back exit here somewhere." "I'm gonna run ahead and find it." "Go." "You guys wait here, okay?" "Go!" "What, what 're we gonna do about the boys?" "I don't know." "Go back and find 'em I guess." "They're so cute, aren't they?" "The little one, he reminds me of a cocker spaniel that my grandma had... when I was little named Pepper." "And the big one, he reminds me of a big Saint Bernard... y'know, the kind that saves people." "Stella." "Stella, get it together." "You almost done yet?" "Yep, just finished." "Oh, shit!" "You, here." "That 's it." "Don't even think about it, slimbo." "C'mon, baby." "C'mon, open up." "Fucker, there you go!" "You like that?" "Strip him." "We gonna blow this fool out." "Look, he looks like a duck." "Stick that up any further, I bet he sounds more like a pig." "Mac, grab the rope." "We'll do the same thing here to skinny." "Say, uh, if there's something, a wick burning down there... does that mean that something's gonna explode?" "What?" "Shit." "Stupid Mexican!" "Wait here." "Don't make it so hard on yourself, slimbo!" "Your friend's got a lit stick of dynamite in his mouth right now." "Think about him for a minute." "There you are." "Did you really think you could hide, with your size and all?" "Oh, fuck, man." "Okay." "Be careful." "Sorry, man." "Untie my hands." "Hold up." "So, how, how far up there is that thing, anyway?" "Trust me, you don't want to know?" "You need any help with that?" "Bro', please." "Sometimes in life, there's just things that a guy's gotta do on his own." "Where's Assface?" "Alright, light it." "Let 's get outta here." "Why do I have to do it?" "That big motherfucker's gonna be back here any second." "We gotta get outta here." "Do it." "You do it!" "Alright." "I mean, I just figured you would probably want to do it." "I mean, this motherfucker wasn't calling me names and shit." "He didn't stick any shit up my ass, either." "C'mon." "That 's a good point." "I can't do it, man." "I'm not a murderer." "Neither am I." "Yeah, you are." "I mean, you killed Tyrone to get us into this mess... now you could kill his partner to get us out of it." "Do it!" "Alright." "Slimbo this, motherfucker." "C'mon, c'mon!" "Alright, swing across, man." "I'll go after you." "No way." "I'm not swinging, Sammy." "It'll break." "Josh, we're gonna fuckin' die up here." "Do it!" "C'mon." "I can't!" "You go, Sammy." "I'll follow you." "No, you're a fuckin' liar, man." "I know you." "I will, I promise!" "You swear?" "On Y'amma?" "Yes!" "Go!" "Alright." "You can do it, Sammy." "Watch it." "C'mon, Sammy." "Do it." "C'mon, baby, you can do it!" "C'mon!" "C'mon, Josh." "I can't do it." "You guys go." "Josh, look at me!" "You're gonna fuckin' die in here, man." "Swing across, now!" "We'll catch you, we promise!" "Please, baby, c'mon!" "What about Y'amma, baby?" "You swore on your life." "C'mon." "You can do it, man." "Just swing across and we'll catch you, man." "We promise we'll catch you." "C'mon, baby!" "I can't!" "Get out of here, now!" "Josh, you can do it." "Be strong." "Josh, I lied to back there, baby." "I love you." "Please, please come across." "C'mon, brother, you can do it." "C'mon!" "Holy shit, that was close!" "You're tellin' me." "Jesus!" "You did a good job back there, man." "Stella!" "It's on, now." "Y'all done fucked up my Versace." "Fuck that shit." "Where the fuck is my...?" "Ring!" "Ring!" "Jesus!" "It's right here." "Look." "Sorry about the confusion, man." "Give me my shit!" "Hi, baby." "Mama Cherone did miss you." "Don't make me lke up on your ass." "Don't get to talkin' that "my ring" shit." "Take care." "We gotta go." "Yeah, see ya." "Have a nice day, bye." "We're really sorry about... we're really sorry about killing your brother Tyrone, too." "It really was an accident." "Tyrone who?" "Well, J, I'll be seein' ya, huh?" "Sometime." "Fuck that, man." "You got my number." "Give me a call." "Get some beers, smoke a spleef, reminisce." "Maybe I will, some night." "I hope so." "You keep it real, alright?" "Just be yourself." "Cool." "Well, ladies and gentlemen, peace be with y'all." "See ya later, Driver." "Bye, man." "Hey, you." "Thanks again, Stella." "You know you're amazing, right?" "Oh, shut up, Samuel." "So are you." "You're my hero." "You're not just saying that, are you?" "I mean, I didn't really do anything..." "Yes, you did." "You big stud!" "Gonna miss ya." "Gonna miss you, too." "You sure you won't reconsider?" "You sure?" "I mean, you could totally stay with me until you get settled." "I can't." "I got things to attend to." "Please." "I mean, I'll make it worth your while." "I can't." "Yes, you can." "You got nothing to stay here for." "Shut your mouth." "I got a life." "What life?" "Don't you start with me, girl." "This ain't none of your business." "Go." "Please." "But, hey, slim you give me a call sometime?" "You know I will." "Josh." "Today, bro', please!" "I still love you, y'know?" "Go." "Go." "You sure?" "Go." "Stella." "I love you." "Took you long enough." "Don't you start with me." "I won't." "Honest." "Okay." "Vanilla, what d'you think y'ista's gonna think about all this?" "Who?" "Y'ista." "Y'know, that chick you live with... who's constantly all over my jock?" "You should see this chick." "She loves me." "Y'ista?" "Who, who's y'ista?" "Your sister, biatch!" "Samuel." "Oh, okay, I'm sorry." "I told you, Sammy." "Say what you like about my family... just don't be calling me no Vanilla Ice." "Eenie... meenie... mynie... moe." "Oh, you are so good!" "Weed!" "Get your skinny ass in here." "Yes, sir!" "Pardon?"