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Damn right I'm done. I'm going to ask for a mistrial and I'm going to request that you disqualify yourself from sitting on this case. I'm going to take a transcript to the State and ask that they impeach your ass. | You aren't going to get a mistrial, boy. We're going back this afternoon, we're going to try this case to an end. Now you get out of here before I call the Bailiff and have you thrown in jail. |
Hi, Mickey... | What the hell do you think you're doing...? What's going on here...? |
What the hell do you think you're doing...? What's going on here...? | Uh... |
Uh... | Fuck you. I got a call today from Sally Doneghy... |
Fuck you. I got a call today from Sally Doneghy... | ...now who is that...? |
...now who is that...? | ...You're 'sposed to be in court in ten days and she's telling me you haven't even met with them... |
...You're 'sposed to be in court in ten days and she's telling me you haven't even met with them... | Sally Doneghy, now who is that? |
Sally Doneghy, now who is that? | One lousy letter eighteen months ago... I try to throw a fuckin' case your way... |
One lousy letter eighteen months ago... I try to throw a fuckin' case your way... | ...hey, I don't need your charity... |
...hey, I don't need your charity... | ...I get these people to trust you -- they're coming here tomorrow by the way -- I get this expert doctor to talk to you. I'm doing all your fuckin' legwork -- and it's eighteen months. You're 'sposed to be in court. I bet you haven't even seen the file. |
Are you out of your mind...? | ...I'm going to need your help... |
...I'm going to need your help... | You need my help...? You need a goddamn keeper... are you telling me that you turned down two-hundred-ten grand? Huh...? Are you nuts? Eh? Are you nuts. What are you going to do, bring her back to life? |
You need my help...? You need a goddamn keeper... are you telling me that you turned down two-hundred-ten grand? Huh...? Are you nuts? Eh? Are you nuts. What are you going to do, bring her back to life? | I'm going to help her. |
I'm going to help her. | To do what...? To do what, for chrissake...? To help her to do what? She's dead... |
To do what...? To do what, for chrissake...? To help her to do what? She's dead... | They killed her. And they're trying to buy it... |
They killed her. And they're trying to buy it... | That's the point, you stupid fuck. Let them buy it. We let them buy the case. That's what I took it for. You let this drop -- we'll go up to New Hampshire, kill some fuckin' deer... |
...he's a good man... | ...he's a good man...? He's the Prince of Fuckin' Darkness... he'll have people in there testifying that the broad is well -- they saw her Tuesday on a surfboard at Hyannis... don't fuck with this case. |
...he's a good man...? He's the Prince of Fuckin' Darkness... he'll have people in there testifying that the broad is well -- they saw her Tuesday on a surfboard at Hyannis... don't fuck with this case. | ...I have to stand up for her... |
...I have to stand up for her... | Frank, but not now. Frank. You're trying to wipe out some old business. But not now. I understand. But you go call 'em back. You call the Bishop back. |
Frank, but not now. Frank. You're trying to wipe out some old business. But not now. I understand. But you go call 'em back. You call the Bishop back. | I have to try this case. I have to do it, Mick. I've got to stand up for that girl. I need your help. Mick, will you help me...? Will you help me...? |
John: gimme a cuesta-ray. | Oh shit, what's today? |
Oh shit, what's today? | Today is Tuesday. What? |
Today is Tuesday. What? | I've got to go see Gruber. What's the best cigars you have? |
I've got to go see Gruber. What's the best cigars you have? | Give 'em a box of Macanudos. |
Give 'em a box of Macanudos. | Mickey: I'm supposed to meet somebody at O'Rourke's, I can't make it. |
We don't have anything from the Nurse Association? | The broad has disappeared... |
The broad has disappeared... | The Hospital...? |
What the hell are you doing here? | We got to talk. |
So to all you sailors who've fought wind and whale... | Weight! Hey! Blow the man down... |
Weight! Hey! Blow the man down... | She said "None the better, you all go to hell..." |
She said "None the better, you all go to hell..." | Give me some time to Blow the man down! |
Albatross? | Yeah. |
Yeah. | Rick March. Who the hell are you? |
Rick March. Who the hell are you? | Gieg, Chuck. |
Gieg, Chuck. | Look, meet us out front when you're through. If they try to take anything away from you like Johnny Quest up there, just make a list and we'll have 'em send it down to the boat. |
Look, meet us out front when you're through. If they try to take anything away from you like Johnny Quest up there, just make a list and we'll have 'em send it down to the boat. | Whatever. |
She isn't that old. | What do you mean? |
What do you mean? | I mean she looks pretty damn good in her all-together for being thirty. |
Where you going? | To take a piss. |
Yeah, that's right. You wanna come in and shake it for me? | If you're gonna cheat, you might as well copy off somebody who's gonna get the answer right. |
If you're gonna cheat, you might as well copy off somebody who's gonna get the answer right. | You've gotta be kidding. Get the fuck outta my way! |
I doctored my grades so I'd make the cut. I'm a moron, okay? You satisfied?! | You're not a moron. |
You're not a moron. | Wanna bet? Takes me half a day to get through one chapter of Lawford and I still don't have any idea what the hell he's talkin' about. You know why it takes me so long to write papers? because I can't spell. While everybody else is sleeping, I'm in the rack with a flashlight and a dictionary. |
God damn it man. I think he broke my nose! | Shut up, Phil. |
Son-of-a-bitch. | We're short one long boat too. Come on. |
Yeah, well you're really gonna have some bad dreams if we find out you didn't. | That's enough. |
That's enough. | How the hell are we gonna get outta here? |
How the hell are we gonna get outta here? | We'll think of something. |
We'll think of something. | Oh, praise the lord. Relax everybody. Everything is under control. The jug head's going to think of something. |
What's your problem? | Why'd you jump? |
Why'd you jump? | Because I felt like it. What do you care? |
Because I felt like it. What do you care? | I couldn't do it. |
I couldn't do it. | Well, as soon as you grow some balls, let me know. |
If you've got "a broad" available I'll take her. | Like you'd know what to do with one. |
Are you hating this?! Are you! | I hate you, you son of a bitch!!! |
I hate you, you son of a bitch!!! | No. Hate the fear inside of you! Climb like a man mister! Hate it! Hate it away. Hate your way up one more rung!! Do it right now!! |
How'd you manage to piss off a guy as powerful as Francis Boutillier? | It wasn't hard. |
It wasn't hard. | I used to helm a school ship. A long time ago. |
I used to helm a school ship. A long time ago. | The Coast Guard 'Eagle'. She never lost a race while you were Skipper. |
I can dig this music... But not that singer. | Why? He's right in the groove. |
Why? He's right in the groove. | He's so ugly. Guys with beards and beer guts ain't quite my type. |
He's so ugly. Guys with beards and beer guts ain't quite my type. | Seein's how you're about as thick as a used string of unwaxed dental floss, don't know how you can criticize. |
Seein's how you're about as thick as a used string of unwaxed dental floss, don't know how you can criticize. | Yeah, well, if he says that all that flab turns into dick at midnight, he's a liar. |
Meetin' him at the gate. That phone call this afternoon was the signal. My deranged mama's hid the keys to my car. But of course, I know exactly where they are. | I didn't hate me so much, I'd feel better wishin' you luck. |
I didn't hate me so much, I'd feel better wishin' you luck. | Can't all husbands be perfect, and your Elmo prob'ly wouldn'ta ever got that second one pregnant, you hadn't kicked his ass out. |
Can't all husbands be perfect, and your Elmo prob'ly wouldn'ta ever got that second one pregnant, you hadn't kicked his ass out. | So you're gonna be needin' the "blue- bird" pretty soon? |
So you're gonna be needin' the "blue- bird" pretty soon? | Real soon... I'll be makin' the swap tomorrow, and thanks again, Beany. |
Hey... You gotta smell in this room of puke... You been pukin' in here, little girl? Huh?... You sick?... Pregnant? | You used the toilet, now you can go - what I do around here ain't any of your business, that's for sure. |
You used the toilet, now you can go - what I do around here ain't any of your business, that's for sure. | You know, I really do like a woman with tits like yours that talks tough and acts like she can fuck like a bunny... Can you fuck like that?... You like it like a bunny?... Huh?... Cause baby, I'll fuck you like a real good like a big ol' jack-rabbit bunny... Jump all around in that hole... Bobby Peru doesn't come up fo... |
You know, I really do like a woman with tits like yours that talks tough and acts like she can fuck like a bunny... Can you fuck like that?... You like it like a bunny?... Huh?... Cause baby, I'll fuck you like a real good like a big ol' jack-rabbit bunny... Jump all around in that hole... Bobby Peru doesn't come up fo... | Get out. |
Get out. | Am I scarin' ya?... Your pussy wet?... Come on... is it?... Hey, don't jump back so slow... I thought you was a bunny... Bunny jump fast - you jump back slow... Mean somethin', don't it?... Means somethin' to me... Means you want Bobby Peru... You want Bobby Peru to fuck you hard baby - open you up like a Christmas pr... |
Bobby Peru grab you now... Hold you tight... Feel everythin' in you now... Stay quiet... Say "fuck me" and then I'll leave. | No way... GET OUT!!! |
No way... GET OUT!!! | Say it!... I'LL TEAR YOUR FUCKIN' HEART OUT, GIRL... Say "fuck me" soft - then I'll leave. Say "fuck me"... Whisper it... Then I'll leave... Say it... Say it - Say it - Say it... |
Whisper it... Whisper "fuck me"... Whisper... Whisper... Whisper... Whisper... | Fuck me. |
Fuck me. | Someday honey, I will... But I have to be goin' now... Conta i no joras... |
I don't particularly care for that kind of talk, Bobby. | Hey... I never said you was a pussy... Always figured you had the big ol' round balls for this kind'a thing... Sure would set you and that pretty little girl up good. |
Hey... I never said you was a pussy... Always figured you had the big ol' round balls for this kind'a thing... Sure would set you and that pretty little girl up good. | Yeah... yeah... I guess so... That kind'a money'd get us a long way down that yellow brick road... |
Nice of you to drop by. | Told ya I would. You still riled? |
Told ya I would. You still riled? | You still screwing sixteen-year-olds in the ass? |
The cobra's waitin' to strike, chica. | That guy Sailor came around this afternoon... Asked me if there was a contract out on 'im. |
That guy Sailor came around this afternoon... Asked me if there was a contract out on 'im. | No shit?!?! You know him? |
No shit?!?! You know him? | Used to. |
Used to. | What'd you say? |
What'd you say? | No, of course. |
That's right... Could have a bad accident, though... before... durin'... or after a hold-up... | What's gonna happen when he sees me drivin' the car tomorrow? |
What's gonna happen when he sees me drivin' the car tomorrow? | Maybe he'll get a little nervous, but who gives a shit? |
Are you going to provide me with an opportunity to prove my love to my girl? Or are you gonna save yourself some trouble and step up like a gentleman and apologize to her? | Don't fuck with me, man. You look like a clown in that stupid jacket. |
Don't fuck with me, man. You look like a clown in that stupid jacket. | This is a snakeskin jacket, and for me it's a symbol of my individuality and my belief in personal freedom. |
This is a snakeskin jacket, and for me it's a symbol of my individuality and my belief in personal freedom. | ...Asshole. |
...Asshole. | Come here. |
Uncle Pooch came in the side door through the porch, you know? Where I was makin' a jelly and banana sandwich? I remember I had my hair in curlers cause I was goin' that night with Vicki and Cherry Ann, the DeSoto sisters. Uncle Pooch must have known nobody but me was home, cause he came right in and put both his hands... | Didn't he say somethin'? |
...I hope you appreciate my spendin' six hundred dollars, not countin' what it cost us to get here and back... This man's the best damn abortionist in the South. | You tell the boy who knocked you up? |
You tell the boy who knocked you up? | It was my cousin, Dell, done it? His folks used to visit with us summers. |
It was my cousin, Dell, done it? His folks used to visit with us summers. | What happened to him? |
What happened to him? | Oh, nothin'. I never let on to mama about Dell bein' the one. I just flat refused to tell her who the daddy was? I didn't tell Dell, neither. He was back home in Chattanooga by then, anyhow, and I didn't see the point. Somethin' terrible happened to him, though. Six months ago. |
Oh, nothin'. I never let on to mama about Dell bein' the one. I just flat refused to tell her who the daddy was? I didn't tell Dell, neither. He was back home in Chattanooga by then, anyhow, and I didn't see the point. Somethin' terrible happened to him, though. Six months ago. | What's that, peanut? |
What's that, peanut? | Dell disappeared. Dell was learnin' a hard lesson. What I learned from observin' Dell is I think people who are frightened want to disappear. He'd startin' behavin' weird? Like comin' up to people every fifteen minutes and askin' how they were doin'? |
One time, Aunt Rootie caught Dell puttin' one big cockroach on his anus? | Hell, peanut... |
Hell, peanut... | One time - real late - like about two thirty a.m.? She found Dell up in the black of night all dressed and makin' sandwiches in the kitchen. |
When she got almost to the top step I stuck my hand between her legs from behind. | Oh, baby. What a bad boy you are! |
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