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Oh, baby. What a bad boy you are! | That's just what she said. I had a boner with a capital "O." I went to kiss her but she broke off laughin' and ran down the hallway. I found her lyin' on a bed in a room filled with assault weapons and Penthouse magazines. She was a wild chick. She was wearin' bright orange pants with kind of Spanish lookin' lacy black... |
That's just what she said. I had a boner with a capital "O." I went to kiss her but she broke off laughin' and ran down the hallway. I found her lyin' on a bed in a room filled with assault weapons and Penthouse magazines. She was a wild chick. She was wearin' bright orange pants with kind of Spanish lookin' lacy black... | You mean like pedal pushers? |
You mean like pedal pushers? | I guess. |
She just rolled over onto her stomach and stuck her ass up in the air. I slid my hand between her legs and she closed her thighs on it. | You're excitin' me, honey. What'd she do? |
You're excitin' me, honey. What'd she do? | Her face was half-pushed into the pillow, and she looked back over her shoulder at me and said, 'I won't suck you. Don't ask me to suck you.' |
Her face was half-pushed into the pillow, and she looked back over her shoulder at me and said, 'I won't suck you. Don't ask me to suck you.' | Poor baby. She don't know what she missed. What color hair she have? |
Poor baby. She don't know what she missed. What color hair she have? | Sorta brown, blonde, I guess. But dig this, sweetie. Then she turns over, peels off them orange pants, and spreads her legs real wide and says to me... |
Life is a bitch and then you marry one. | What kinda trash talk is that? |
What kinda trash talk is that? | What it says on the bumper sticker up front. On that pickup. |
What it says on the bumper sticker up front. On that pickup. | That's disgustin'. Those kinda sentiments shouldn't be allowed out in public. Is this Biloxi yet? |
That's disgustin'. Those kinda sentiments shouldn't be allowed out in public. Is this Biloxi yet? | Almost. I figure we should find us a place to stay and then go eat. |
Almost. I figure we should find us a place to stay and then go eat. | Got anyplace special in mind? |
Got anyplace special in mind? | We oughta stay somewhere outta the way. Not in no Holidays or Ramadas or Motel Six. If Johnnie Farragut's on our trail he'll check those first. |
M-i-ss-i-ss-i-pp-i... You can almost hear that jazz blowin' up from the big N.O. | Lula... I learned somethin' interestin' today on a science show I heard on the radio... How leeches is comin' back into style. |
Lula... I learned somethin' interestin' today on a science show I heard on the radio... How leeches is comin' back into style. | Say what? Honestly, sugar, you can talk more shit sometimes? |
Lula, sometimes I gotta admit, you come up with some weird thoughts... | Anythin' interestin' in the world come out of somebody's weird thoughts, Sailor. You tell me Sailor, who could come up with shit like we're seein' these days? |
Anythin' interestin' in the world come out of somebody's weird thoughts, Sailor. You tell me Sailor, who could come up with shit like we're seein' these days? | You got me, peanut. |
You got me, peanut. | You certain? |
You certain? | I ain't never met anyone come close to you, sugar. |
I ain't never met anyone come close to you, sugar. | Recall the time we was sittin' one night behind the Confederate soldier? Leanin' against it. And you took your hand and put it on your heart and you said, 'You feel it beatin' in there, Lula?... Get used to it, 'cause it belongs to you now.' D'you recall that? |
Recall the time we was sittin' one night behind the Confederate soldier? Leanin' against it. And you took your hand and put it on your heart and you said, 'You feel it beatin' in there, Lula?... Get used to it, 'cause it belongs to you now.' D'you recall that? | I do. |
I do. | I was hopin' you would. I know that night by heart. Sometimes, honey? I think it's the best night of my life. |
Sure is a big deal round here... Alamo Road, Alamo Street, Alamo Square, Alamo Buildin', Alamo Alamo. They ain't forgettin' about it in a hurry. That's the thing 'bout memory? Some things you wish you could forget... What's troublin' you, sugar? | You know, Lula, I never told you what all I was doin' before I met you. |
You know, Lula, I never told you what all I was doin' before I met you. | I just figured you was out bein' Mr. Cool... |
I just figured you was out bein' Mr. Cool... | Not exactly, sugar... One reason we're in all the trouble we're in right now is cause of what I was doin'... I tried to tell you this before... |
Not exactly, sugar... One reason we're in all the trouble we're in right now is cause of what I was doin'... I tried to tell you this before... | You're scarin' me, baby. |
You're scarin' me, baby. | Well, there's a good side as well as a bad side to it... The good side is I knew your daddy, and I thought Clyde was a good ol' guy... |
Well, there's a good side as well as a bad side to it... The good side is I knew your daddy, and I thought Clyde was a good ol' guy... | You knew my daddy? |
You knew my daddy? | Yes I did... I sure did... The bad side of it is I did some drivin' for a man named Marcello Santos... |
Yes I did... I sure did... The bad side of it is I did some drivin' for a man named Marcello Santos... | Oh shit... |
Oh shit... | I quit workin' for 'im, but just before I did, I ended up one night at a house... I don't know what it is they all think I saw that night, but I was just sittin' out in the car till the whole place went up in flames. |
I quit workin' for 'im, but just before I did, I ended up one night at a house... I don't know what it is they all think I saw that night, but I was just sittin' out in the car till the whole place went up in flames. | God, Sailor... That's the night my daddy died. |
God, Sailor... That's the night my daddy died. | I know, sugar... But while the place was burnin'... Before Santos came out - I pitched some rocks at the second floor windows case anyone was upstairs sleepin'... Afterwards... When I met you, I always liked to think I mighta saved your life. |
I know, sugar... But while the place was burnin'... Before Santos came out - I pitched some rocks at the second floor windows case anyone was upstairs sleepin'... Afterwards... When I met you, I always liked to think I mighta saved your life. | That's some big secret you been carryin', Sailor. |
That's some big secret you been carryin', Sailor. | We all got a secret side, baby. Hope you don't think I been lyin' to you 'bout other things, sugar. |
We all got a secret side, baby. Hope you don't think I been lyin' to you 'bout other things, sugar. | How'd you know my daddy? |
How'd you know my daddy? | Met him through Santos... Clyde - your daddy - had some sorta business deal with Santos. |
Mama??? | You know who it was and you know you aren't, and I mean ARE NOT gonna see him EVER... End of story. |
You know who it was and you know you aren't, and I mean ARE NOT gonna see him EVER... End of story. | Like hell. |
I'm gonna take your silence as a "yes"... | Santos... I can't... |
Santos... I can't... | Shhhh... It's all right... Also, I either take you or that pretty daughter of yours to bed. |
Shhhh... It's all right... Also, I either take you or that pretty daughter of yours to bed. | You fucker, don't you ever touch Lula - You fucker, I'll kill you. |
You fucker, don't you ever touch Lula - You fucker, I'll kill you. | Put your shoulders back. |
Put your shoulders back. | What? |
What? | Put your shoulders back, I said. |
...Sailor Ripley... Can I talk to Lula? | There's no way in hell you can speak to her and... |
There's no way in hell you can speak to her and... | What?... |
What?... | ...Yes you heard me... Don't ever call back here again. |
Hey, Sailor boy, you wanna fuck Lula's mama?... | No. |
No. | Well, she wants to fuck you. |
Oh... Look at this... What do you want, snakeskin? | Just passin' through on my way to who knows where... |
Just passin' through on my way to who knows where... | Sure... I figured I'd see you sometime... |
Sure... I figured I'd see you sometime... | Hopin' you could tell me if there's a contract out on me. I really need to know. |
Hopin' you could tell me if there's a contract out on me. I really need to know. | By who? |
By who? | I think Santos or Marietta Fortune. |
I think Santos or Marietta Fortune. | Heard you was goin' out with that bitch's daughter. |
Heard you was goin' out with that bitch's daughter. | You heard right. |
You heard right. | You really are one dumb asshole. |
You really are one dumb asshole. | Life is unpredictable. |
Life is unpredictable. | Does that girlfriend of yours know that her mama and Santos killed her daddy? Does she know her own daddy was one of the biggest drug dealers around - till he started snortin' the shit himself?... Does she know you was around that night her daddy was set fire to? |
Does that girlfriend of yours know that her mama and Santos killed her daddy? Does she know her own daddy was one of the biggest drug dealers around - till he started snortin' the shit himself?... Does she know you was around that night her daddy was set fire to? | I didn't see nothin'... |
I didn't see nothin'... | Yeah... But I did... And I told you all about it... |
Yeah... But I did... And I told you all about it... | Is there a contract?... We made a deal once that we'd tip each other off if we ever heard. |
Is there a contract?... We made a deal once that we'd tip each other off if we ever heard. | I know... I remember. |
I know... I remember. | Well?... |
Well?... | I ain't heard of nothin'. |
I ain't heard of nothin'. | Thanks... |
I'll tell you the problem. You behind the wheel. There's your fucking problem. | That's pretty simplistic, don't you think? |
That's pretty simplistic, don't you think? | Hey, pal, you don't start doing crazy eights in the middle of the street none of this happens. |
Hey, pal, you don't start doing crazy eights in the middle of the street none of this happens. | Excuse me. Did you, or did you not, have a gun to his head? |
Excuse me. Did you, or did you not, have a gun to his head? | He was trying to steal my car! |
He's a boxer. A flyweight. | Huh uh. A jockey. His name's, um, Curtis... Curtis Hardapple. |
Huh uh. A jockey. His name's, um, Curtis... Curtis Hardapple. | Not Curtis. |
Not Curtis. | Vernon, then. Vernon Hardapple. The scar's are from a -- from a horse. He fell during a race and got trampled. |
Vernon, then. Vernon Hardapple. The scar's are from a -- from a horse. He fell during a race and got trampled. | And now he's addicted to painkillers. |
And now he's addicted to painkillers. | He can't piss standing up anymore. |
He can't piss standing up anymore. | He lives with his mother. |
He lives with his mother. | And he had a younger brother who... was... a... |
And he had a younger brother who... was... a... | Groom. Named Claudell. And his mother blames Vernon for his death. |
Groom. Named Claudell. And his mother blames Vernon for his death. | Because... because... |
Listen, Hannah, I'm flattered, really, but right now I -- | Tripp, where the hell... |
So modest. | So sensitive. |
So sensitive. | Oh, come on, Tripp. Cut the kid some slack. |
Oh, come on, Tripp. Cut the kid some slack. | It's just ail that crap he spins out. Just once I'd like to know if the little bastard is telling the truth. |
It's just ail that crap he spins out. Just once I'd like to know if the little bastard is telling the truth. | The truth. I know that's always been real important to you. Okay, check this out... |
Let me get this straight. Jerry Nathan owes you money. So, as collateral, he gives you his car. | Only now I'm starting to think the car wasn't exactly Jerry's to give. |
Only now I'm starting to think the car wasn't exactly Jerry's to give. | So whose car is it? |
So whose car is it? | My guess -- Vernon Hardapple. |
My guess -- Vernon Hardapple. | The hood jumper? |
The hood jumper? | He said a few things that lead me to believe the car's his. |
He said a few things that lead me to believe the car's his. | Such as. |
Such as. | 'That's my car, motherfucker.' |
'That's my car, motherfucker.' | Uh huh. So. We find Vernon, we find the car. We find the car... |
Uh huh. So. We find Vernon, we find the car. We find the car... | ...we find the jacket. |
...we find the jacket. | There's only one problem, Tripp. We don't know his real name. We just made it up. In fact, we made the whole guy up. |
There's only one problem, Tripp. We don't know his real name. We just made it up. In fact, we made the whole guy up. | No wonder he screwed us over. |
You driving this car? | Excuse me? |
Excuse me? | This 1966 maroon Ford Galaxie 500. You driving this car? |
This 1966 maroon Ford Galaxie 500. You driving this car? | It's mine. |
It's mine. | Bullshit. It's mine, motherfucker. |
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