Alpha Dog Page #2

How much?

800 bucks.

Hey.

- What's going on?

- Jake wants to borrow money.

How many times are we

going to do this, Butch?

Kid comes in here

stoned out of his mind,

and you keep throwing money

at him because you don't

want to deal with it.

I'm working! I have a job.

- I'll pay you back.

- No.

No, I can't do it, Son.

Right. Sorry to interrupt.

Go back to your

perfect little family.

- That's not fair.

- Don't f***ing touch me!

Hey. Can I come with you?

No, kid, not tonight.

I got some sh*t to do.

Okay.

Yeah.

You okay? You all right?

Yeah.

- Okay, well, page me later.

- Yeah. Yeah.

Okay.

- I love you.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

(ALL CHATTERING)

(GUN FIRING)

Punk-ass b*tches.

(LAUGHING)

Look at these

f***ing wannabe motherfuckers

with their f***ing guns

and their f***ing gold chains.

They got nothing!

They're worthless!

The only thing these

motherfuckers are shooting

are music videos, dawg.

- That's what I'm saying.

- That's what I'm saying.

That's what

I've been saying all along.

That's what

I'm talking about.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

- Now I'm feeling it.

- Now I'm feeling it.

Now I'm feeling it, b*tches.

You don't want that sh*t.

No!

You don't want that sh*t.

You don't want that sh*t.

BOBBY:
Go, Elvis!

Dance, b*tch!

TIKO:
You want to call me out?

You want to call me out? Okay.

Yeah, I want to call you out.

- I want to call you out.

- I want to call you out.

MAN 1:
Oh, that is so nasty!

MAN 2:
Hey, you know

he has herpes, right?

Bring it on!

I'm f***ing high, dawg.

I can't even... I can't even

see you right now.

TIKO:
You ain't sh*t, Elvis!

Go back to your shelf.

Yeah, dance, b*tch.

He's so f***ing

brain-dead.

Rape her more!

Rape her more!

Oh, sh*t!

Come here.

(ALL CHEERING)

I need a f***ing beer.

Hey, would you

get me a cerveza?

- ELVIS:
Oh, you need a beer,

Johnny?

- I'll get you a beer.

Don't worry about it, Angie.

I got it. I got it. I got it.

Yo, I got it, Johnny.

- Run, b*tch.

- B*tch, we're f***ing thirsty.

Look at

that slave-ass motherf***er.

"I got it, Johnny."

He's like a spook, man.

TIKO:
He loves Johnny.

Yes, he does.

Don't you, Elvis?

- What?

- You love him,

motherf***er. Johnny?

Yeah, I do.

I love him a lot.

(ALL LAUGHING)

I owe him a lot. I do.

No, no, no.

I don't mean like that.

I mean you f***ing love him.

You'd f***ing do

anything for him.

If he asked you

to suck his cock,

you probably would.

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

Shut the f*** up.

No, no, no.

Tell the truth, Elvis.

Tell me you wouldn't drop

to your f***ing knees

and suck Johnny's cock

in two seconds,

if he asked you.

You'd give it a kiss

on the tip. I bet

you would, motherf***er.

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