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Lance! Shit. It's 1:30 in the goddamn morning. What the fuck's going on out here? Who's she? Go to the fridge and get the thing with the adrenalin shot. - What's wrong with her? - She's O.D.ing! - Get her outta here! - [ Together ] Get the shot! - Fuck you! Fuck you too! - What a fuckin' bitch. Just keep talking to her, all right? She's gettin' the shot. I'm going to go get my little black medical book. What the fuck you need a medical book for? I've never had to give an adrenalin shot before! I don't go joy-poppin' with bubble- gummers! My friends can handle their highs! - Get the shot! - I am, if you'll let me! - I ain't stopping you! - Stop talking to me. Start talking to her! - Get the shot! - All right!
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You'll be a woman soon Soon You'll be a woman I've been misunderstood for all of my life But what they're sayin', girl it cuts like a knife The boy's no good Well, I've finally have found what I been lookin' for But if they get a chance they'll end it for sure Sure they would Baby, I've done all I could [ Sighs ] You see, this is a moral test of oneself. Whether or not you can maintain loyalty. Because... being loyal is very important. You never get tired of putting me down and I never know when I come around What I'm gonna find Don't let them make up your mind Don't you know, girl You'll be a woman soon Please Come take my hand Girl You'll be a woman soon Please Come take my hand - Hello. - Girl So, you're gonna go out there and you're gonna say, "Good night. I've had a very lovely evening." Walk out the door, get in the car, go home, jerk off, and that's all you gonna do.
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Mmm! Goddamn, Jimmie! This some serious gourmet shit. Me and Vincent would've been satisfied... with some freeze-dried Taster's Choice. Right? [ Chuckles ] And he springs this serious gourmet shit on us. - What flavor is this? - Knock it off, Julie. - What? - I don't need you to tell me how fuckin' good my coffee is. I'm the one who buys it. I know how good it is. When Bonnie goes shopping, she buys shit. I buy the gourmet expensive stuff 'cause when I drink it, I wanna taste it. But you know what's on my mind right now? It ain't the coffee in my kitchen. It's the dead nigger in my garage. - Jimmie, don't even worry- - Don't tell me about anything. I wanna ask you a question. When you came pulling in here, did you notice the sign on the front of my house that said, "Dead Nigger Storage"? - You know I ain't seen no- - Did you notice the sign on the front of my house... that said, "Dead Nigger Storage"? No. I didn't. - You know why you didn't see that sign? - [ Sighs ] Why? 'Cause it ain't there, 'cause storing dead niggers ain't my fuckin' business, that's why! - We're not gonna store the motherfucker- - Don't you fuckin' realize... that if Bonnie comes home and finds a dead body in her house, I'm gonna get divorced? No marriage counselor. No trial separation. I'm gonna get fuckin' divorced. Okay? And I don't wanna get fuckin' divorced! Man, you know, fuck, I wanna help you, but I don't wanna lose my wife doin' it. Jimmie, Jimmie, she ain't gonna leave you. Don't fuckin' "Jimmie" me, Jules! Okay? Don't fuckin' "Jimmie" me. There's nothin' you're gonna say that's gonna make me forget I love my wife. Is there?
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