Hey, is Grace all right out front? - Yeah. It ain't Tuesday, is it? - No, it's Thursday. - She oughta be fine. - Mmm.
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Besides, Butch, how many fights you think you got in you anyway? Hmm? Two?
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Say it.
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Mia. Mia.
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Let me ask you something. When did you make this decision? When you were sittin' there eatin' that muffin? Yeah. I was sittin' here eatin' my muffin, drinkin' my coffee, replayin' the incident in my head, when I had what alcoholics refer to as a moment of clarity. Fuck. To be continued.
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- Don't you hate that? - Hate what? Uncomfortable silences.
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I'll tell you what. Give me one of them cigarettes you got up there, and I'll tell you all about it.
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I ain't through with you by a damn sight! I'm gonna get medieval on your ass.
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- [ Loud Crash ] - [ Jody ] What the hell was that?
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Keep the light off. - Is that better, Sugar Pop? - Oui. - [ Siren Wailing ln Distance ] - [ Dog Barking ]
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[ Music Continues, Louder ]
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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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Warm. Warmer. Disco. Hello? Push the button if you want to talk. Hello? Go make yourself a drink, and I'll be down in two shakes of a lamb's tail. The bar's by the fireplace.
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I go there about once a year to chill out for a month. No kiddin'? I didn't know that. Why would you? [ "Ace Of Spades" ]
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It ain't nobody else's business. Two: You leave town tonight. Right now.