Arsenal Page #2

Mr. Clean?

- Mikey, leave it.

- What are you a Jacksonville fan?

- Mikey

- You guys always lose.

I mean you've been

losing year after year.

Your like an evolution of losing.

They've actually accepted

being f***ing losers,

that's why he doesn't shoot himself

in the f***ing head.

- Look at him.

- Man, f*** you.

- No, f*** you, man.

- Hey, Mikey, Mikey.

Sit down, sit down.

Look man, y'all even got

tickets to be sitting here?

- Why don't y'all get outta here?

- What are you security now?

- I could be.

- Relax.

Hey, why don't you teach

your b*tch how to cheer for a real team.

Hey, hey, come on that's my wife.

Don't start with her.

Man, f*** you.

I'm cool.

Stop! I'll shoot.

- Where is it'?

- Where's what?

You know why we're here.

The coke. Where is it'?

Oh, the coke.

The coke, it's in the fridge.

Make another joke

about the coke being in the fridge.

Come on.

Alright.

Give me some crayons.

I can draw you a map.

The coke's in the f***ing crisper.

I got it, let's go.

P*ssy.

That stupid mother f***er.

Your brother's always

getting into trouble.

You know he can't control himself,

and he always has your attention.

Babe...

somebody else

has already got my attention.

- Babe, your clothes.

- I don't care.

I recognized your car, sh*t tard.

I was on your softball team

four f***ing years ago.

Remember? Remember?

- Where is it, where is it?

- F***, f***.

Where the f*** is it?

- I don't have it, man.

- Bull sh*t.

See if this jogs your goddamn memory.

- You don't understand.

- What don't I understand, huh?

Well, help me understand.

F***, CJ Clout.

We weren't stealing for ourselves,

Clout made us do it.

F***, f***, man.

Yeah, he made you do it, huh?

F***, f***, man.

It's not about the ten or 20 grand.

He doesn't like people

stepping on his turf.

Yeah, well, he's stepping

on my f***ing turf.

Where's my goddamned coke, huh?

Where is it?

Ethan does all that.

We don't handle his drugs,

we're the money men.

No?

- Vicki, you want a beer?

- Uh, yeah, thank you.

They're a little warm.

That's fine.

- You want warm beer?

- I want a beer. Thanks.

Hey.

Alexis? Eyes up, honey.

You're here with family.

Seriously, would you put

your damn phone down.

Do you have it or not?

Mikey.

- Do you or not?

- It's Independence Day, relax.

So the f*** what?

The judge said you gotta pay.

He didn't say, "Oh, you

gotta pay it this often

except for mother

f***ing Fourth of July."

Yeah, the judge doesn't

know about my f***ing pension.

I don't get any f***ing health,

and you know that! So shut the f*** up!

Why does she have to be here?

The only way he can eat with Alexis.

You know that.

So why can't they go

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