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- So?

- Brimfield's an Amish community.

- He's Amish?

- No fooling you.

Wait up. I want to talk to you.

About what?

You got something special.

With your talent and my knowledge,

you could be a champion.

I mean that, and I know talent

because I manage bowlers.

Bowling manager?

Why would a bowler need a manager?

Don't you need a coach...

a friend, a brother?

Someone who will stick by your side

through thick and thin?

Someone who will be a loyal friend

and never, ever...

ever turn on you...

no matter what?

I'm sorry, sir,

but I'm not interested.

I hope you rot in hell, you loser!

You suck!

You don't deserve a car!

Where's the milk for the coffee?

We're all out.

Well, what do you call that

in the cooler?

Well, if you want to buy some,

help yourself.

but the freebies are all out.

Buy some? What, I gotta pay for mustard

if I get a hotdog?

If the freebies are out, yeah.

Can you break a 20?

Oh, and give me a box of Marlboros.

Do I gotta pay for matches?

Five, ten, here's twenty.

If you ever need to just talk,

call me.

Hey, whoa.

Let me help you here.

- Come on up.

- Thanks.

- Absolutely precious.

- Yeah.

That will come out.

Treasure these special times.

Look at you. Coochie, coochie.

Did you burn your little fingers?

- Adorable.

- Thanks.

Charge me for milk, will ya?

Ya lowlife.

- Give me the pocketbook, lady.

- No!

- Give me it!

- Okay.

Give it back.

What are you, sissy? You need a purse?

I'll slice your throat!

You burned me, you bastard!

Go ahead, you chickenshit!

Run home to Mommy!

P*ssy.

Here you go. You okay?

I'm fine.

That was a brave thing you did.

You are a hero.

A genuine hero.

I'm no hero.

I don't even know what happened.

Nine out of ten times, I'd be running

the other direction.

Oh, you know, about the rent...

Don't you worry about that.

You pay me the money whenever you get it

because I know you are good for it.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome. You... thank you.

What 50? We said 25.

I deserve a little extra after getting

third-degree burns on my pupils.

I didn't know you were going to use

a knife. I'm just buying some time.

- I don't want to give her a coronary.

- I had to make it look real.

Besides, that coffee wasn't even hot.

Now that's hot.

Where's your newspaper?

I got to take a dump.

- I don't have the paper.

- I need something to read.

Here. Use this shampoo.

"New and improved." I read this already.

You got any of that new Mentadent?

I know how you like to drink,

so I brought you some...

Why, you no-good son of a b*tch!

You crazy bastard!

How the hell did you get in here?

Get out!

That will be 100 now, you prick!

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