A History of Violence Page #2

Ready? OK!

Go, Wildcats!

No wives in here, mister.

Mmm.

- Wow.

- Shh.

Quiet.

My parents are in the next room.

Mmm.

You're naughty.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

You are such a bad boy.

Mm-hmm.

Rah, rah, sis, boom, bah.

Oh.

There wasn't much of that

in high school.

Ah...

Mmm.

- Uhh.

- Mmm.

What is it?

Huh?

I remember the moment

I knew you were in love with me.

I saw it in your eyes.

I can still see it.

Of course you can.

I still love you.

I'm the luckiest

son of a b*tch alive.

You are the best man

I've ever known.

There's no luck involved.

You want to go down

and get some food or something?

You ever wonder

what kids did for fun...

on a Saturday night

a hundred years ago?

I don't know.

I guess I always figured...

they got into

their parents' wagon...

and went cruising

up and down their main drag...

playing loud banjo music

and acting like idiots.

So, you think

this is as good as it gets?

For us? Yeah.

For now.

Eventually, we... we grow up,

we get jobs, we have affairs...

and we become alcoholics.

Ahem. You know, sometimes...

you depress me.

Hey, that's what I'm good at.

Give me that.

Hey, isn't that

that Stall f*ggot?

Yeah.

You should go kick his ass.

I'm going to.

Who the f*** was that?

I don't know,

and I don't want to know.

Can I just say how sick I am

of these podunk towns...

and the goddamn podunks

who live in 'em?

Do you think

if you keep saying that...

it's actually going

to change anything?

I am so sick of this sh*t.

Yeah, you made that clear

about ten thousand miles ago.

Now, if you haven't got

a better idea...

I don't want to hear

about it anymore.

We are so goddamned broke.

Yeah, well...

that's easy to fix.

No way.

- Come on.

- Mm-mmm.

Are you going to go shoot pool

with Jerry?

Maybe.

Thanks, Tom.

Thanks, Mick... good as ever.

There you go.

See you in church.

Yep. Have a good evening.

You, too.

See you tonight, Charlotte.

Yeah. See you.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Aw, it's all right, old fella.

Just closing up, fellas.

Coffee, black.

The same. I'll have some pie...

some of that lemon meringue pie.

Guys, guys, I'm sorry. I'm...

We're closed.

I said... coffee!

OK.

I guess we can handle that.

It's not very fresh.

You can go home now, Charlotte.

Just leave the pie.

OK.

Billy...

You're going to be sticking

around for a while, honey.

Tom?

Don't f***in' move.

Sir, we don't... we don't

carry much cash here.

You gentlemen are certainly

welcome to all of it.

Oh, I know that, a**hole,

believe me.

I do know that.

- Aah!

- Shut up, b*tch!

OK, Billy...

let's show this a**hole

we mean business.

What? Her?

Yes, her.

Do her!

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