It's there. - No, it's not. - Have you looked? Yes, I've fuckin' looked. What the fuck do you think I'm doin'? You sure you got it? Yes. Bedside table drawer. - On the little kangaroo? - Yes, it was on the little kangaroo. Yeah, well, it's not here now. - [ Rummaging ] - Well, it should be. Yes, it most definitely should be, but it's not here now! So where the fuck is it?
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Sure. Except I think I'm still a little too petrified to laugh. No, you won't laugh 'cause it's not funny. But if you still wanna hear it, I'll tell it. - I can't wait. - Okay. Three tomatoes are walkin' down the street. Papa Tomato, Mama Tomato and Baby Tomato. Baby Tomato starts lagging behind, and Papa Tomato gets really angry. Goes back and squishes him and says, "Ketchup." [ Weak Chuckle ] Ketchup.
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Villa Lobos- Is that Mexican? The name is Spanish, but I am Colombian. - That's some handle you got there, honey. - Thank you. And what is your name? Butch. Butch. - What does it mean? - I'm an American, honey. Our names don't mean shit. So, moving right along, Esmarelda, what is it you want to know? - I want to know what it feels like to kill a man. - I couldn't tell ya.