Mortal Thoughts Page #2

That was your second appointment.

When will you listen to me?

Why talk about it|in front of customers?

F*** these customers!|Who gives a f***?

I do. I don't wanna talk about it!

We better talk about it soon.|We'll run out of time.

You don't take care of this, we'll|have another baby running around.

So what if I want another baby?

- Why?|- We talked about it and you know that!

- Get this taken care of!|- F*** you, James!

F*** me, huh?

Sh*t!

Hey, Jimmy.

- What?|- This is not the time or the place.

Mind your business.

You're the one|that inspired this sh*t.

Why don't you go cut some hair? Go.

Bye-bye.

I'm telling you, Joyce.

Look at me when I'm talking to you.

You get this taken care of.

End of conversation.

Get out of here, James.

Cookie, who f***ed your hair up?

Just leave us enough for change.

- Joyce, are you all right?|- No.

- What, he hurt you?|- Yeah.

I hope you know a lot of tips|were in the register.

Cookie, I'm gonna rip that hair|out of your f***ing head!

I'll kill him, so help me God.|You want haIf the business?

She said, "I'll kill him, so help me God.|You want half the business?

You can have it.|Just kill him for me".

Did you take that proposition|seriously?

No, I never took|any of that seriously.

But she talked about it all the time?

Well, it was a joke. A running gag.

"Leave the oven on|while he's sleeping".

"Put an appliance in the tub|while he's bathing".

Like that, I mean....|Anything she could think of.

But it was just talk.|I told her to go to the cops.

She said, "I call the cops when he|belts me, and they don't do sh*t".

They tell him to take a walk.|Cool off.

Still, you were encouraging her|to do something?

That's natural.

You sympathized with her predicament.

You see another woman abused.

You think something should be done.

I told her to divorce him.|Throw him out.

I don't know.

I mean, you have two friends, married,|who are at each other's throats.

He verbally and physically abuses her.

She says over and over|she wants to get rid of him.

You don't take it seriously?

I watch The Honeymooners every night.|I don't take that seriously.

One of these days, Cynthia, pow!|Right to the moon.

I'm gonna get some water.

- You need the toilet?|- No, thanks.

All right, so?

- Give me five minutes.|- Would you get me some goddamn sugar?

I work all f***ing day.|As for the rest of us...

You cut f***ing hair!|You cut hair!

What the f*** do you do?|You sit around all f***ing day.

No, you go get it!

Here we go.

There you are.

Jimmy expects everybody to do|everything for him. Jesus Christ!

Cookie.

Go next door and buy him some sugar.

My nails are all wet.

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