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What's the problem? | You think I have a problem? |
You think I have a problem? | Do you? |
Do you? | It's been a while since... |
It's been a while since... | Since you've had sex? |
Tell me about it. | Maybe later. |
Maybe later. | How about in the morning. |
How about in the morning. | The morning? |
The morning? | I thought I'd stay the night. |
I thought I'd stay the night. | What for? |
What for? | Well, Walter, this is going to sound off-the-wall, but I like to sleep with a man after we fuck. |
I never hurt them. Never. | Twelve years in prison? |
Twelve years in prison? | The judge had a thing about sex offenders. Later I heard his daughter had been raped. If I hadn't had a good lawyer, it would have been twenty- five to thirty. |
Why don't you just go now, okay? | I told you I'm not easily shocked. |
I told you I'm not easily shocked. | You should be shocked. Or do you get off on this shit? |
You should be shocked. Or do you get off on this shit? | What? |
What? | Get your kicks somewhere else. |
Get your kicks somewhere else. | Hey, I'm not -- |
Hey, I'm not -- | Depraved? My mistake. |
Depraved? My mistake. | Walter. |
I got poked around... here and there. | Which brother did this? |
Which brother did this? | All three -- in chronological order. |
All three -- in chronological order. | You must hate your brothers. |
You must hate your brothers. | I love my brothers. |
I love my brothers. | No you don't. |
No you don't. | I love all of them. They're strong, gentle men with families of their own. And if you asked them about what they did to me, they'd call you a fucking liar and then beat the shit out of you. |
I love all of them. They're strong, gentle men with families of their own. And if you asked them about what they did to me, they'd call you a fucking liar and then beat the shit out of you. | You never asked them about it? |
You never asked them about it? | Are you serious? |
Are you serious? | Not ever? |
Not ever? | Not ever. |
It's a bad idea. | I think it's a fucking good idea. |
Thank you. | You're such an asshole. |
Gimme a three-eighths socket on a long extension. So there you were-- | There we were, side by side, on the same ship, for two months. I'm tool-pusher and we're testing this automated derrick of hers. So, we get back on the beach and... we're living together. |
There we were, side by side, on the same ship, for two months. I'm tool-pusher and we're testing this automated derrick of hers. So, we get back on the beach and... we're living together. | Doesn't mean you had to marry her. |
Doesn't mean you had to marry her. | We were due to go back out on the same ship. Six months of tests. If you were married you got a state-room. Otherwise it was bunks. |
We were due to go back out on the same ship. Six months of tests. If you were married you got a state-room. Otherwise it was bunks. | Okay, good reason. Then what? |
Okay, good reason. Then what? | It was alright for a while, you know. But then she got promoted to project engineer on this thing, couple years ago. |
It was alright for a while, you know. But then she got promoted to project engineer on this thing, couple years ago. | She went front-office on you. Tighten that for me, right there. That's it. |
She went front-office on you. Tighten that for me, right there. That's it. | Well, you know Lindsey, too damn aggressive-- Son of a--!! |
Bud! Hippy's on the bitch-box. It's a call from topside. That new company man. | Kirkhill? That guy doesn't know his butt from a rathole. Hey, Perry! |
I can't believe you let them do this! | Hi, Lins. I thought you were in Houston. |
Hi, Lins. I thought you were in Houston. | I was, but I managed to bum a ride on the last flight out here. Only here isn't where I left it, is it, Bud? |
I was, but I managed to bum a ride on the last flight out here. Only here isn't where I left it, is it, Bud? | Wasn't up to me. |
Wasn't up to me. | We were that close to proving a submersible drilling platform could work. We had over seven thousand feet of hole down for Chrissake. I can't believe you let them grab my rig! |
We were that close to proving a submersible drilling platform could work. We had over seven thousand feet of hole down for Chrissake. I can't believe you let them grab my rig! | Your rig? |
Your rig? | My rig. I designed the damn thing. |
My rig. I designed the damn thing. | Yup, a Benthic Petroleum paid for it. So as long as they're hold the pink slip, I go where they tell me. |
Yup, a Benthic Petroleum paid for it. So as long as they're hold the pink slip, I go where they tell me. | You wimp. I had a lot riding on this. They bought you... more like least rented you cheap-- |
You wimp. I had a lot riding on this. They bought you... more like least rented you cheap-- | I'm switching off now. |
I'm switching off now. | Virgil, you wiener! You never could stand up to fight. You-- |
It's flooding like a son of the bitch. | You noticed. |
Son of a bitch! | Calm down, Bud. |
Virgil? | God, I hate that bitch. |
God, I hate that bitch. | Yeah, well you never should have married her then. |
Look, you can just punch into his little chip where you want him to go, and he goes, right? | Well, yeah, but the tether off it ain't gonna be fancy. When he gets down there he'll just sit, like a dumb-shit. Unless something wanders through view of the camera, you'll get nada. |
Well, yeah, but the tether off it ain't gonna be fancy. When he gets down there he'll just sit, like a dumb-shit. Unless something wanders through view of the camera, you'll get nada. | Let's go for it. We could get lucky. |
Now, tell the truth, aren't you a bit disappointed?... But I already told you... | If women's breasts were colored, yours would be blue... |
Because I'm getting fat. | Oh, for Heaven's sake. |
Oh, for Heaven's sake. | I am, there's too much flesh on me. |
I am, there's too much flesh on me. | Agnes... |
Agnes... | I'm a blimp. |
I'm a blimp. | Why does it matter whether you're fat or not... |
Why does it matter whether you're fat or not... | Because... |
Because... | ... You needn't worry about being attractive here. |
... You needn't worry about being attractive here. | I do, I have to be attractive to God. |
I do, I have to be attractive to God. | He loves you the way you are. |
He loves you the way you are. | No he doesn't. He hates fat people. |
No he doesn't. He hates fat people. | Who told you this? |
Who told you this? | It's a sin to be fat. |
It's a sin to be fat. | Why? |
Why? | Look at the statues, they're thin. |
Look at the statues, they're thin. | Agnes... |
Agnes... | That's because they're suffering... suffering is beautiful, I want to be beautiful. |
That's because they're suffering... suffering is beautiful, I want to be beautiful. | Who tells you these things? |
Who tells you these things? | Christ said it in the Bible, he said - suffer the little children, I want to suffer like a little child. |
Christ said it in the Bible, he said - suffer the little children, I want to suffer like a little child. | That's not what he meant. |
That's not what he meant. | I... I am a little child but my body keeps getting bigger and soon I... I won't be able to fit in, I... I won't be able to squeeze into Heaven. |
I... I am a little child but my body keeps getting bigger and soon I... I won't be able to fit in, I... I won't be able to squeeze into Heaven. | Agnes dear, Heaven is not a place where... |
How would that person get one if they didn't want one? | A mistake... |
A mistake... | Agnes, how did your mother get you? |
Agnes, how did your mother get you? | A mistake... it was a mistake... |
A mistake... it was a mistake... | Is that what she said? |
Is that what she said? | If you're trying to get me to say that she was a bad woman and hated me and didn't want me but that's not true, she was a good woman, a saint... |
If you're trying to get me to say that she was a bad woman and hated me and didn't want me but that's not true, she was a good woman, a saint... | Agnes, I don't believe you know nothing about sex... |
Agnes, I don't believe you know nothing about sex... | I can't help it if I'm stupid. |
I can't help it if I'm stupid. | ... that you don't remember getting pregnant... |
... that you don't remember getting pregnant... | Not my fault. |
Not my fault. | ... and that you don't believe you carried a child. |
... and that you don't believe you carried a child. | I was a mistake. |
I was a mistake. | What the child? |
What the child? | Everything... I don't have children. |
Everything... I don't have children. | Agnes... |
God! It was God. And now I'll burn in hell because I hate him. | Agnes you won't burn in hell. It's alright to hate him. |
What did you do? | I put her to sleep. |
I put her to sleep. | H... how? |
H... how? | I tied the cord around her neck... wrapped her in the bloody sheets... and stuffed her in the trash can. |
Would you tell me why the hell this is taking so long. | Look there are a lot of unanswered questions here. |
Hello, Mama ... brought you something. | Shut up, I'm trying to watch this. |
Shut up, I'm trying to watch this. | It's your favourite... |
It's your favourite... | Who are you? |
Who are you? | It's Martha, Mama. There you go. |
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