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What the fuck'd I tell ya? Huh? As soon as the word got out the fix was in, man, the odds went through the roof. I know. I know. Unbelievable. Hey, fuck him, Scotty. If he was a better boxer, he'd still be alive. If he never laced up his gloves, which he never shoulda done in the first fuckin' place, he'd still be alive. [ Hawks, Spits ] Yeah, well, who gives a fuck? It's over now. Yeah, well, enough about the poor, unfortunate Mr. Floyd. Let's talk about the rich and prosperous Mr. Butch. How many bookies did you lay it around on? All eight? How long to collect?
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- What you got? - He booked. - His trainer? - Says he don't know nothin'. I believe him. - I think Butch surprised his ass same as us. - No, we don't wanna "think." We wanna know. Take him to the kennel, sic the dogs on his ass. We'll find out for goddamn sure what he knows and what he don't. Butch's search- How do you want it done? I'm prepared to scour the Earth for that motherfucker. If Butch goes to lndochina, I want a nigger hiding in a bowl of rice... ready to pop a cap in his ass. I will take care of it.
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[ Woman ] It's as if it turns every part of your body into the tip of a penis. - Whoa. - I'll lend it to you. It's a great book on piercing. That gun to pierce your ears, they don't use that to pierce your nipples, do they? Forget that gun. That guns goes against the entire idea behind piercing. All my piercing, 18 places on my body, every one of 'em done with a needle. Five in each ear, one through the nipple of my left breast, two in my right nostril, one in my left eyebrow, one in my belly, one in my lip, one in my clit, - and I wear a stud in my tongue. - [ Vincent ] Excuse me. I was just curious, but, um... why would you wear a stud in your tongue? Sex thing. Helps fellatio. Vincenzo. Step in my office.
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Now, look, you know, she comes home from work in about an hour and a half. The graveyard shift at the hospital. You gotta make some phone calls? You gotta call some people? Well, then, do it, and then get the fuck out of my house before she gets here. That's Kool and the Gang. We don't wanna fuck your shit up. All I wanna do is call my people and get 'em to bring us in. You're fucking my shit up right now! You're gonna fuck my shit up big time if Bonnie comes home. Do me that favor, all right? The phone is in my bedroom. I suggest you get going. Well, say she comes home. What do you think she'll do?
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