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Look, here's the deal. You rob to support a drug habit. I do drugs to support a robbery habit. That's clever. That's my job, see. It's you two who's on vacation. So you doubt our credentials? Wall Street, right? Doc tell you that? Doc ain't tell me shit. Just a educated guess from an uneducated man. Well, Bats, I would be fascinated to hear your thoughts on the matter. Tell me if I'm way off, Buddy. You were a stockbroker. Maybe a different wife, maybe kids. You stack your paper, but you say shit like, "Work hard, play harder," but you play a little too hard. You rack up debt, the type of debt that'd make a white man blush. Maybe you get into a little trouble. Maybe you get your hand caught in the corporate cookie jar. Maybe you leave and run off to the desert. Maybe with your favorite lap dancer in tow. Maybe you disappear into a world consisting of three things, money, sex, drugs and action. Oh, shit, that's four. Am I close?
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Dumb son of a bitch. Whoa! Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Fuck, Bats! You got my wife shot! I don't like that! Relax, Buddy. You handled it! What the fuck, you piece of shit? You shot the gunsmiths. Weren't they fucking Doc's contacts? They were Doc's contacts! Guess what, they was pigs. Look at the box. It says "APD." I clocked that tall strip of bacon with that fake-ass Louis Vuitton hat right off the bat. He busted me in '98. Now, I don't know about you lovebirds fucking without a condom, but when somebody getting ready to barbecue me, I go full-metal batshit on... - Shit! - Get him! Baby, don't let him get away! Get him! Get him! Do something! Get him! Oh, shit!
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