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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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So you'll have it all by tomorrow night? No, I understand. A few stragglers aside. Oh, fuck, Scotty, that is good news. That is great news, man. Yeah. Mm-hmm. No, me and Fabienne are gonna leave in the morning. It'll probably take us a couple days to get down to Knoxville. Okay, my brother. [ Laughing ] You're right. You're goddamn right. All right, Scotty, next time I see you, it'll be on Tennessee time. Cool, brother.
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- [ Vincent ] Hurry up. We're losing her! - I'm looking as fast as I can! [ Jody ] What's he looking for? - [ Vincent ] I don't know. Some book. - What are you looking for? - A little black medical book. - What are you looking for? My little black medical book! It's like a textbook they give to nurses. - I never saw no medical book. - Trust me. I have one. - If it's so important, why don't you keep it with the shot? - I don't know! - Stop bothering me! - While you're looking, that girl's gonna die on our carpet. You're never gonna find anything in this mess! - I'm gonna fucking kill you if you don't shut up! - Lance, get in here! - Right? Pig. - Get the fuck outta my way. - Quit fuckin' around and give her the shot. - While I'm doing this, you take off her shirt and find her heart. - Does it gotta be exact? - We're giving her a shot in the heart, so it's gotta be exact. I don't know exactly where her heart is. I think it's right here. - That's it. - All right, what I need is a big, fat magic marker. - You got it? - What? A magic marker. A felt pen! A fuckin' black magic marker! Christ. - Come on, man. Hurry up! - Fuck! Okay, okay. Okay. I think it's ready.
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