Cash Crop Page #2

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And a police chase went by,

and it just crashed onto the hood of my car.

Did it dent the car?

Dented? Jesus, honey, forget that.

Come on.

Oh my God.

How much is there?

I don't know.

You want to find out?

How much, how much?

Okay.

It comes to $618,127.

Wait, plus $7605 we give

that a**hole Mr. Dale which makes...

- Did you see his face?

- Yeah.

I thought he was going to pee in

his pants when you call him a we any.

How's it about when you

hit him up with $1.88?

- Bastard!

- Bastard!

Okay.

Counting the $7605

we gave the bank totals...

$625,731.

My God!

We're rich.

Sam, we can't keep it.

- Yes we can.

- No. It's probably dirty money.

Yeah, of course it is.

It's cash.

I don't want some Colombian drug

lord kicking our door down.

Hey, nobody saw it, Les.

If I hadn't picked it up, it would've just

laid on the ground for somebody else to find.

It's free and clear money.

Nobody in this world knows we have it.

What it was robbed

from a bank or something?

So what?

Banks are insured.

Come on!

What are we going to do?

You want to play John Q dipshit

citizen and turn it over to Chicago PD?

Those crooks in blue, you know,

they'll just steal it for themselves anyway.

No, no, baby, no way.

This is our money.

Alright?

God sent it to me right out of the sky.

A million car hoods

in Chicago, this suitcase hit mine.

That's fate.

- They would be insured, right?

- Yeah, of course, they would.

Come on, this is our money, baby.

The mortgage is paid up.

You can have all the

stuff, you can finally buy.

New furniture, paint the house.

Well ..

Leslie, over $600,000.

Allows us to spend anything we want.

All our dreams come true, baby.

You're right!

My God!

- What first?

- Well, there's a pretty big dent in the car.

- New car!

- Yeah.

What will it be, man?

I'm looking for Zeke.

Wrong joint.

No Zeke here.

Come here.

Come here.

Back there.

Thanks.

I was told I could buy tools.

I've got tools.

What's your preference?

Sears? Stanley?

Snap On?

I was thinking more on the lines of Ruggeri,

Smith & Wesson, you know?

Can I get me keys to the

Motor Vehicle Department?

That's two chairs,

dining room set...

sofa, big screen plasma TV.

What about a bed?

What about a bed?

Bed, bed, bed ...

We definitely got to

have a bed, don't we?

Definitely.

Right this way.

This is perfect.

- Hi.

- Hey!

Okay, they'll deliver our stuff

tomorrow between 1 and 4.

Alright.

Give me that.

Very swanky.

Buick.

Kia, maybe.

Can I help you?

Yes, excuse me.

Is that your Toyota?

No, it's my wife's.

Why?

- Who is it Glenn?

- I don't know who the hell he is. Who the hell are you?

Excuse me.

Hey motherf***er!

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