Don't Look Back Page #3
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- 2014
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Take your finger out of your ass
and send this prick to get our money, or...
Duff, I believe I'd keep my mouth shut.
I got half a mind to send your ass
back to Humboldt County, but I won't.
I appreciate that. Thank you.
I'm sorry I f***ed this up.
But I'm going to do the best I can
to help straighten it out, I mean it.
I'll set it straight.
You told me the whole story?
Yeah.
- No, I didn't leave nothing out...
Get this sack of sh*t out of here,
then clean this up.
This is not our house.
How are we going to get the money?
We find Jesse.
I got a f***in' headache.
I've been up in Alaska
working on them crab boats.
Made a bunch of money.
So I went to Vegas
where I lost it all playing roulette...
...but not to worry, I won it all back
and then some playing blackjack...
...so I thought I'd spread it around,
come back here and spend it on my boys.
- Hell, get it out, man.
- That's great.
Hey, fellas. Those three little chicky birds
are looking at us.
Don't you start...
Excuse me, Lou-Ann.
We would like to buy those three,
hot, little chicky birds some alcohol.
- And another round for this table here.
- No, you better count me out.
- Come on!
- I promised Michelle I'd get back...
Relax!
We'll get you back.
We don't want you getting conked
with no rolling pin.
It's just that her parents go to bed
real early and...
That's sweet.
Couldn't do it. You know, my balls, Jesse,
they sensitive to squeezing.
- Morgan was married. Did he tell you this?
- No.
- Did he tell you he was married?
- This Morgan?
- This Morgan. Did he tell you?
- He was married?
He didn't tell you about this?
Tell him, how was that marriage?
- F*** you.
- I'm just curious. How was that?
The longest six weeks of my life.
I'll tell you that.
You were married for six whole weeks?
That's a long time for you.
Then, the dumb f*** went
and joined the Marines.
The Marines?
I was in the Marines, and watch it
with that "dumb f***" sh*t, Steve.
- I'm proud to be a Marine.
- Yes, sir.
- Dumb f*** to you, son.
- This guy wanted to go the damn Gulf War.
- Get out. You were in the Gulf?
- Yeah.
What was that like?
Hell, man. There were 17,000 of us
on ships off the Kuwait coast.
I was on a Nassau.
I was primed. I was ready to hit the beach.
I couldn't sleep at night thinking about it.
Me and my buddies...
...storming through the surf, up that sand,
going to kick Abdul's ass, right?
So we waited.
We waited.
And we waited.
- And?
- They never sent us in.
We were just a f***in' decoy.
That's all we were.
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