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- We cool? - Like it never happened. - [ Vincent ] All right. - Boys, this is Raquel. Someday all this will be hers. Hi. So, what's with the outfits? - You guys going to a volleyball game or something? - [ Wolf Laughs ] I'm takin' milady out for breakfast. Maybe I could drop you two off. Where do you live? - Redondo. - Inglewood. It's- It's your future. I- I see a- a cab ride. Move outta the sticks, fellas. Say good night, Raquel. - Good night, Raquel. - I'll see you guys around. Stay outta trouble, you crazy kids. Mr. Wolf, I just wanna tell you it was a real pleasure watching you work. Yeah, really. And thank you very much, Mr. Wolf. Call me Winston.
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Vincent, you follow in my Acura. Now, if we come across the path of any John Q. Laws, - nobody does a fuckin' thing 'til I do something. - Right. - What did I say? - Don't do shit unless. - Unless what? - Unless you do it first. Spoken like a true prodigy. How about you, Lash LaRue? Can you keep your spurs from jingling and jangling? The gun went off. I don't know why. I'm cool. I promise you. Fair enough. Now, I drive real fuckin' fast, so keep up. If get my car back any different than I gave it, Monster Joe's gonna be disposing of two bodies. - [ Metal Door Slamming ] - [ Engine ldling ] Outta my way, Rex.
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All right, now, people, gonna come around and collect your wallets! You don't fucking talk. You just throw 'em in the bag! Are we clear? I said, are we fucking clear? Good! Now, wallets out! [ Pumpkin ] That's it. Get the fuck down. In the bag. - In the fucking bag! - [ Customer ] I don't have nothin' on me, man. In the bag. What am I waiting for? ln the fucking bag. Laura. Laura. Tips. In the bag. - Is that a cellular phone? - Yeah. In the fucking bag.
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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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- Hurry up, man. - I'll tell you what to do. - You're gonna give her the shot. - No, you're gonna give her the shot. - I ain't giving her the shot. I never done this before. - I never done this either! I ain't starting now! You brought her here. You give her the shot. The day I bring an O.D.ing bitch to your house, then I give her the shot. Give it to me. Give me that. All right, tell me what to do. Okay, you're giving her an injection of adrenalin straight to her heart. - But she's got a breastplate- You gotta pierce through that. - [ Thumping ] You gotta bring the needle down in a stabbing motion. - I gotta- I gotta stab her three times? - No, just stab her once! But it's gotta be hard enough to get through her breastplate into her heart. Once you do that, you p-press down on the p-plunger. - Okay. Then what happens? - Kinda curious about that myself. This ain't no fuckin' joke! Am I gonna kill her? - She's supposed to come out of it like that. It's- - All right, count to three. - All right. Ready? - One. [ Vincent Panting ]
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