Kill Bill: Vol. 2 Page #3

because she is coming and she's

coming to kill you.

And unless you accept my assistance

I have no doubt she will succeed.

I don't dodge guilt and I don't

Jew out of paying my comeuppance.

Can't we just forget

the past?

That woman deserves

her revenge.

And we deserve to die.

But, then again...

so does she.

So I guess...

we'll just see...

won't we?

Late again.

Budd, can't you tell time?

There ain't nobody in here, man.

Is that Budd?!

Tell him to get his f***ing

ass back here!

Budd, Larry'd like a word with you.

Take a hit.

Be somebody, baby.

You looking for me?

I don't know what car wash you worked

I don't know what car wash

that let you stroll

in 20 minutes late...

but it wasn't owned by me and

I own a f***ing car wash.

-Do you want me to leave?

-No, I want you to sit and wait.

Larry...

there ain't nobody out there, so...

There's nobody out there,

Larry.

What's your point?

That you're not needed here?

My point is...

I'm the bouncer...

and there ain't

nobody out there to bounce.

You're saying that the reason...

that you're not doing the job

that I'm paying you to do...

I'm paying you to do

a job to do?

Is that what you're saying?

What are you trying to convince me of?

That you're as useless as an

a**hole right here?

Well, guess what, Buddy...

I think you just f***ing

convinced me.

Let's go to the calendar.

It's calendar time.

Calendar time for Buddy.

Okay, you working tomorrow?

No, you're not. You don't even

know what f***ing day you work.

Here. You're not working tomorrow

you're working Wednesday. There

Working Thursday?

I don't think so.

Friday?

There's your name.

-If you say so.

-There used to be your name.

Saturday...

there used to be your name.

So Monday you're going to...

Here, how about that?

F***ing with your cash is

the only thing you kids seem to...

understand. Okay?

Now, I want you to go home till

I call you. Till I call you.

Before you leave, talk to Rocket.

She's got a job for you to do.

And...

the hat.

That f***ing hat.

That f***ing hat.

How many times have I told you...

don't wear that f***ing hat here?

How many?

Well, customers wear hats.

Well, I'm not the boss of the

customers. I'm the boss of you.

And I'm telling you...

that I want you to keep that

sh*t-kicker hat at home.

Yeah, Budd, honey, the toilet

Is at it again.

There's shitty water all over

the floor.

Okay...

Rocket.

I'll clean it up.

Well that gentled you down

some, didn't it?

Ain't nobody a badass with

a double dose of rock salt...

dug deep in their tits.

Not having...

tits...

as fine...

or as big as yours...

I can't even imagine how bad that

sh*t must sting.

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