Lucky Numbers Page #6

- Okay.

- Do you have those apple pastries?

- Wendy.

- The pastries with cinnamon swirls.

- Wendy, he's not staying.

- He's leaving, okay?

- Okay.

Okay. All right.

Thanks for asking.

[Giggling]

I cannot be seen with you.

I am a public figure.

Russ, you don't return my calls.

I'm doing you the favor.

If there's a Dale the Thug issue,

time tends to be of the essence.

I'm tapped out. The money i got for

the Jag barely covered his bail.

I am not having this conversation

here with you.

Th-There's an omelette named

after me, for God's sake!

- What's in it?

- You leave that alone! Just go!

- Really? Really.

- I'll follow you. Yes!

Hmm. Well, I'll...

Um, Russ, i'lljust be outside then?

- Oh, God!

- Right?

- Let's go.

- On top of everything else,

they've impounded his baseball bat

as evidence.

He bought it at an auction.

Pete Rose hit with it or some sh*t.

He shouldn't have used it then.

Christ, even a plumber knows...

to take his ring off

before he snakes the drain.

- You screwed up, he got pinched.

- I did not screw up!

I can't control the sexual appetite

of my employee.

I mean, either way,

you're gonna have to pay for it.

Why don't you just do this?

Take... Just get it over with.

Why don't you just set up an

appointment at his convenience...

to come break my legs

or kick me in the nuts or whatever?

You know what? I very much doubt

it'll be the latter.

That's practically

how he treats his friends.

You know, Russ, I've been

thinking about your situation,

and it occurs to me

that sometimes in life...

the greatest opportunities

are sitting right underyour nose.

Only thing under my nose is this mat

with presidents up to Carter.

- Am i missing something?

- The lottery.

Oh, that is so stupid!

You think my playing the lottery

is going to solve all my problems?

Not playing the lottery,

winning the lottery.

You got that lotto ball machine

down at the station, right?

A little razzle-dazzle,

you're set for life.

Gig, i just came off

a botched phony robbery.

Let me bask in that a while before

i start thinking about tampering...

with the f***ing state lottery!

I'm not talking out of my ass here.

- I do have experience with this.

- Really.

Yeah. About ten years ago,

before I washed up

on these golden shores,

- I rigged a bingo game at church.

- Church, huh?

Weighed down a few ping-pong balls,

Bob's your uncle!

I walked away

with a f***ing lawn mower.

- Oh, a lawn mower. Wow.

- This is not Warand Peace,

merely the concept of gravity.

No, no, the concept of gravity...

is when you fall down

and you break your head open.

Well, your glass

is obviously half empty.

No, Gig, my glass is totally empty.

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