I think we should be leaving now. - [ "Surf Rider" ] - Yeah, that's probably a good idea.
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I'll tell you what. I'm gonna go to the bathroom and powder my nose. You sit here... and think of something to say.
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Don't fuckin' die on me, Mia! Fuck!
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He's dead? The radio said he was dead.
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Two.
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- Vincent. - [ Wolf ] Okay, gentlemen. You both been to County before, I'm sure. Here it comes. - Goddamn! The water's fuckin' cold! - Yo! Yo! Yo! Better you than me, gentlemen. [ Chuckling ] - Don't be afraid of the soap. Spread it around. - [ Yelling Continues ] - Get 'em there a little bit. Vincent's hair. - Hey, get out of my hair! - Come on. Do it, goddamn it! Do it! - Uh, um- Towel.
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- [ Tires Screeching ] - Wanna share a cab? - I'd go for some breakfast. Feel like havin' breakfast with me? - [ Phone Dialing ] Cool.
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Now, do you remember when I told you your daddy died in a P.O.W. camp? Well, this here is Captain Koons. He was in the P.O.W. camp with Daddy.
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[ Exhales ] - Here you go, Mr. Wolf. - Thank you, Jimmie.
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Because I gotta go back to my apartment and get my watch.
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[ Tires Screeching ]
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Go.
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[ "You Never Can Tell" ] It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell C'est la vie say the old folks It goes to show you never can tell They furnished off an apartment with a two-room Roebucks sale The 'coolerador was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale But when Pierre found work the little money comin' worked out well C'est la vie say the old folks It goes to show you never can tell They had a hi-fi phono and boy did they let it blast Seven hundred little records all rock, rhythm and jazz But when the sun went down the rapid tempo of the music fell C'est la vie say the old folks It goes to show you never can tell They had a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle [ Sighs ] [ Alarm Faintly Beeping ]