Jesus Christ. ls this the right street? That's what it says.
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Stu, it's a waste of time. Just leave this fucking guy here. Oh, here's something. "There are 500,000 monks living in Thailand. It is not uncommon for some monks to take a vow of silence... at the age of 8." - There you go. - Is there anything else in that envelope? - No, it's empty.
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Hey. You okay?
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I don't know. Come feel my balls and tell me. I've been locked in a fucking ice box all day.
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If I fuck this up...
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Come on.
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Hey, Alan, you want my awesome sunglasses, you just ask Chow. You don't have to kill me. Chow, nobody killed you. You were already dead. You didn't have a pulse. Oh, you never do blow before? Sometime your heart stop, start up again. Read a book.
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- Oh, okay. Just keep walking. Yeah. - Okay. Yeah, we should probably...
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You sure you know how to drive this thing?
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These were in his pockets when we made the arrest. They were in his pocket?
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Yeah, they threw him in the drunk tank. He's fine. Sixteen years old, spent a night in jail. Can you imagine?
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You okay, man? Where am I? You're in an elevator in the middle of Bangkok. But we're gonna get you out of here. It's gonna be fine. Hey, Stu... nice tattoo.
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Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Guys, check it out.
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- Hey, Phil. - What? Look who's back. Hi.
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What if he just doesn't understand? Uh, I'll act it out. Yeah, like charades. Watch.
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Okay, no problem. We just have to get him back.
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Phil, I really think we should go to the American Consulate. For what? Report a dead body we shoved into an ice machine? Are we gonna keep walking in circles? That's real productive. I'm trying to figure this out. Your attitude is not helping. Well, I'm sorry. It's 100 degrees and we don't have a plan. And all we've done is buy him hats and sodas. What? it's a bag of Fanta. - All right, what do you wanna do, Stu? - I don't know. - Then stop yelling at me like it's my fault. - It is your fault!
