Clerks.

if you don't bother the customers.

Okay.

I'm sorry about that.

- Pack of cigarettes. What's that ?

- This ?

How long you been smoking ?

MUSIC Kill the drummer MUSIC

MUSIC Kill the bass player

Kill both bass players MUSIC

MUSIC This song is the reason

why I'm now going deaf MUSICMUSIC

Let's kick some ass ! Yeah !

I feel good today, Silent Bob.

We're gonna make some money.

And you know what we're gonna do ?

We're gonna go to that party

and get some pussy.

I'm gonna f*ck this bitch,

I'm gonna f*ck this bitch.

I'll f*ck anything that moves !

What the f*ck you lookin' at ?

I'll kick your fuckin' ass !

Shit, yeah. Don't that motherfucker

owe me ten bucks ?

You know, tonight we're going

to rip off this fucker's head,

take out his fuckin' soul.

Remind me

if he wants to buy something.

I'm gonna shit

in the motherfucker's bag.

- [ Girl Laughing ]

- What's up, baby ? What's up, sluts ?

Yeah. So, Bob, you're a rude

motherfucker, you know that ?

You're cute as hell.

I could go down on you, suck you,

Line up three other guys,

make like a circus seal.

Hey, what're you, a fucking faggot ?

I hate guys.

I love women !

What you want, Grizzly Adams ?

You're spending what, 20, maybe 30

dollars a week on your cigarettes ?

- Yeah.

- Forty.

- Fifty-three.

Fifty-three dollars a week

on cigarettes ! Come on !

Would you give somebody

that much money each week to kill you ?

That's what you're doing now by paying

for this so-called privilege to smoke !

We're gonna croak sometime.

It's that mentality that allows

the cancer-producing industry to thrive.

Of course we're all gonna die someday !

Do we have to pay for it ?

Do we have to actually throw hard-earned

dollars down on the counter...

and say, ""Please,

Mr. Merchant of Death, sir, please,

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