- I love you, Pumpkin. - I love you, Honey Bunny. - Everybody be cool! This is a robbery! - [ Customers Murmuring ] Any one of you fucking pricks move, and I'll execute every one of you motherfuckers! - You got that? You just be quiet over there! - Waitresses on the floor! Get on the fuckin'- Get the fuck down! You're in a blind spot. Take your dames over to that booth, on the count of ten! - Mexicans, out of the fucking kitchen! - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8- What the fuck are you doing, you fucking yuppie? Get down! - Get down! - Throw those bags! - Fucking move! Move! - [ Ranchero ] - [ Cooks Speaking Spanish ] - Move! Get the fuck- Get down on the fucking floor! Grandpa! Down! I'm the manager here, and there's no problem. No problem at all. - You gonna give me a problem? - No, sir, I'm not. Thought you said you were gonna give me a fucking problem! - I think we got a hero here, Honey Bunny. - Well, just execute him! - [ Panting ] - I am not a hero. - I'm just a coffee shop manager. - Get the fuck down! The restaurant's ours! - Just take whatever you want. - [ Panting ] - You talk to the customers. - Yeah. You tell them to be fucking cool and everything will be over. - You understand me? - Yes!
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Where did you get this motorcycle? - It's not a motorcycle, baby. It's a chopper. Let's go. - What happened to my Honda? I'm sorry, baby, I had to crash that Honda. Will you come on now, please? Come on. Let's go, let's go, let's go.
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- You're hurt? - No, no, I might've broken my nose. It's no biggie. Come on. Hop on. Baby, please, we- Honey, we gotta hit the fuckin' road! Get on!
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Tidy up, tidy up, that's it. Now get the fuck down on the floor. In the bag. In the bag.
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[ Groaning Continues ]
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Fabienne! [ Groans ]
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[ Groaning ]
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- [ Groaning Continues ] - What now?
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Say good night... and go home.
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[ Wolf ] You're dry enough. Toss 'em their clothes. [ Wolf Laughing ] Perfect. Perfect. We couldn't have planned this better. You guys look like- What do they look like, Jimmie? - Dorks. They look like a couple of dorks. - [ Laughing ] - [ Both Laughing ] - Ha-ha-ha. They're your clothes, motherfucker. Come on, gentlemen. We're laughing our way right into prison. Don't make me beg.
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You came close, but you never made it. And if you were gonna make it, you would have made it before now. [ Music Continues ]
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If you're all right, then say something. Something. [ Chuckles ] That was fuckin' trippy. [ Chuckles ] - Ohh. - Oh, man.
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-[ Zed ] Guess that means you, big boy. -[ Muffled ] Fuck you! - [ Muffled Mumbling ] - Shh.