Dead Presidents Page #2

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, I know you out

your motherfuckin' mind, man.

Put your money

where your mouth is.

I take your money.

Rack 'em, boy.

- Uh, huh, huh, huh

- Watch this.

I got the feelin'

Baby, baby, I got the feelin'

- Yes!

- You don't know

You got my two dollars?

Game ain't over yet, man.

Got the eight ball,

corner pocket.

Oh, man!

Don't run out of here without payin' me

after that boy whup you.

Yeah, at least I will

run out of this, motherf***er.

People that owe me money don't pay me,

I take care of 'em.

Man, will you get the f*** off

my motherfuckin' table, please?

- Baby-baby-baby, baby-baby-baby

- Chicken-haired motherf***er.

Ain't no goddam business

bein' here in the first place.

Ooh, missed it by that much.

- Cleanup time.

- You don't never play with me.

Eight ball, corner pocket.

Oh! Yes! Game.

Hey, that's a good game, Cowboy.

You're a lucky motherf***er,

you know that?

Aw, I wouldn't say luck,

but, you know.

- Just know how to play a little bit.

- Here's the money.

- Give that to Kirby.

- All right.

Uh, wait, wait.

This is two dollars.

See, uh, you bet me, so that means,

uh, you owe me some money too.

Man, f*** you.

Why you gotta cheat?

Man, who the f*** you think

you talkin' to, man?

You know what? I'm gonna tell

everybody around here...

when it comes to playin' pool,

Cowboy likes to cheat.

N*gger, I'll kick

your little monkey ass, man.

Oh, man.

Shut your motherfuckin' mouth, man.

I oughta cut you.

Little motherf***er. Yeah.

It hurt, don't it?

What the f***?

What the f*** are you doin'?

Get the f*** off of me, man!

Kirby, what the f*** you doin', man?

- What the f*** are you doin'?

- What the f*** are you doin', man?

- Get on out of here!

- You a bad motherf***er!

- And don't you come back in here

unless you come correct.

- F*** you!

- You all right, kid?

- Oh, yeah.

Just a little cut, you know.

It's all right.

Yep. You do a real good job

for me with them numbers.

Well, you know, I try.

But, uh, you better be cool.

Don't let your mom and pop find out.

Oh, no way.

I won't do that.

It's for you.

Oh, man. Whoa!

- Hey, thanks, Kirby.

- Ain't nothin' to thank me for.

- You earned it.

- Oh. Twenties.

Hey, kid, you wanna take

a little run with me?

Yeah, I'll take

a little run with you.

Say, uh, Kirby, where we goin'?

Like I told you,

just a little run.

A run. Okay. All right.

- Wanna drive, kid?

- Who, me?

No, not "me."

You, motherf***er.

Well, Kirby,

I don't have my licence yet.

Aw, sh*t. F*** the dumb sh*t.

You wanna drive or what?

Yeah. All right, I'll drive.

Yeah.

- Pull over here.

- All right.

Come on. Come on.

What you call her, Nellie?

Come on, Nellie.

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