Murphy's Law Page #2

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Hey, hey!

...now arriving at Gate 17.

Hold it!

Get away from me,

or I'll blow her f***ing head off!

Freeze!

Get back!

Back!

Move it! I said move!

Move! Move!

All right!

Get down.

Tony!

Watch it.

- Somebody call it in?

- You folks all right?

Can you tell me what happened?

What happened here?

It's all under control.

It's all under control.

Over here.

This way, Sergeant.

Bambino.

Mama?

Mama, the car's waiting.

He was a good boy.

A decent boy.

Your brother is dead.

What are you gonna do about it?

I'll take care of it, Mama.

I want that bastard cop dead.

Do you hear me?

I want him crucified.

Over here! Over here.

Come on!

And next up here on the stage, fellows,

is a girl you're really gonna love.

Put your hands together, and welcome.

Philly Flash!

Hi.

You got the notice?

Yeah.

So now it's official.

I tried to call you.

Your phone's been disconnected.

I moved. I'm living with Carl.

He's the manager of the club.

Jan. What are you doing here?

Don't start.

Why do you want to work

in a dump like this?

I'm a dancer.

You call that dancing?

Yes.

If you don't like it, don't come around.

$5.40.

Watch it, snot-rag!

Hey!

You can't come in here!

Come on out,

or I'll put a bullet through the door.

Okay! Okay, I'm coming.

Go ahead, camel-crotch. Shoot me.

Don't tempt me.

Ow!

God, you snot-licking donkey fart!

Get up.

I think I hurt my back.

Poor girl. Let me help you.

You stupid...

Jism-breath! Scrotum-cheeks!

Bug-sucking booger.

You're gonna regret this.

Dinosaur dork.

Fart-brains.

Hey, you know, I want to file a complaint

against this scumbag cop here.

Police brutality.

He assaulted me for absolutely

no reason, and then he tried to rape me.

Sounds like you got

yourself a real live one.

Suck a doorknob, you homo.

She got any ID?

Get your hands off me, f*ggot!

Get this.

"Arabella."

"Arabella McGee."

Arabella. Cute.

Hey, sit on it, slime-ball.

Have a nice day, Arabella.

Eat it, toe-jam.

Monkey vomit!

And the dancing never stops

here at Madam Tong's.

Let's put our hands together,

and welcome to the stage...

Back again?

Yeah. Slumming.

Why don't you just go home

and leave me alone?

I'm tired of you following me.

I'm tired of you spying on me.

You know what you look like up there?

You look like a whore.

You bastard!

- Hey, hey, hey. That's enough now.

- Let go!

We got a problem here?

You're bothering my employees, pal.

Why don't you go home

and sleep it off, huh?

Up there, you look like a whore.

And your boyfriend here looks like a pimp.

- Sir, you observed the vehicle?

- What?

- You observed the vehicle?

- Yeah. It was a gray Oldsmobile.

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