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- What time is it? - Almost nine in the morning. - What time does our train arrive? - Eleven. - You know what I'm gonna have for breakfast? - What, Lemon Pie? I'm gonna order a big plate of blueberry pancakes... with maple syrup, eggs over easy and five sausages. Anything to drink with that? Wow, that looks nice. [ Giggles ] To drink- A tall glass of orange juice... and a black cup of coffee. - After that, I'm going to have a slice of pie. - Pie for breakfast? - [ Laughing ] - Any time of the day is a good time for pie. Blueberry pie to go with the pancakes. And on top, a thin slice of melted cheese. Where's my watch?
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[ Butch ] I think I cracked a rib. - Giving me oral pleasure? - No, retard, from the fight. - Don't call me "retard." - [ Slurred Voice ] My name is Fabby. - My name is Fabienne! - Stop it. - Stop it! - My name is Fabi- Shut up, fuckhead! I hate that mongoloid voice. Okay, okay. Sorry, sorry, sorry. - [ Water Stops ] - [ Butch ] I take it back.
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About the car, is there anything I need to know? Does it stall? Does it smoke? Does it make a lot of noise? ls there gas in it? - Aside from how it looks, the car's cool. - Positive? Don't get me on the road and I find out the brake lights don't work. - As far as I know, the motherfucker's tip-top. - Good enough. Let's go back to the kitchen.
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Okay, first thing. You two. Take the body, stick it in the trunk. This looks to be a pretty domesticated house. - That would lead me to believe you got cleansers and shit. - Yeah. Under the sink. Good. What I need you two fellas to do is take those cleaning products... and clean the inside of the car- I'm talkin' fast, fast, fast. Go in the back seat, scoop up all those little pieces of brain and skull. Get it out of there. Wipe down the upholstery. It don't need to be spick-and-span. You don't need to eat off it. Just give it a good once-over. What you need to take care of are the really messy parts. The pools of blood that have collected, you gotta soak that shit up. We need to raid your linen closet. I need blankets, I need comforters, quilts, bedspreads. The thicker the better, the darker the better. No whites. Can't use 'em. We'll need to camouflage the front seat and back seat and floorboards... with quilts and blankets, so if a cop starts stickin' his big snout in the car, the subterfuge won't last, but at a glance the car will appear to be normal. Jimmie, lead the way. Boys, get to work. "Please" would be nice.
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