Ocean's Twelve Page #2

you're playing the race card, Frank.

Now, why is that?

You can let go of my feet now.

- This don't bother you?

- Of course it bothers me, mate.

- What the do you want me to do?

- Well, it's up.

You can't hear none of the lyrics.

You can't get with the beat

with all them bleeps in it.

You want a single

on the radio...

...it's what you have to do.

Well, it's , isn't it?

Totally !

right, it's .

What the is that?

Somebody must be in 2.

Oh, !

And you haven't contacted

my father about any of this?

Because, really, I don't think there's

any reason to involve him or my mom.

It's all on you, Linus.

Okay. Good.

- Good. Because I have a whole network...

- Get out of my car.

Thank you.

- Mr. Bloom?

- Yes.

There appears to be

a slight problem with your card.

Oh, well, yes. Here.

I'm afraid not, sir.

Why?

Your business manager

said you would understand.

Todd said I would understand?

No, Mr. Benedict.

Mr. Benedict. Mr...

Oh, yes.

An old friend, a practical joker.

Tell Mr. Benedict

he's won this round, yes.

Terry Benedict.

Old Terry.

She's looking at me

from across the room.

And she's crazy about me, I can tell...

...because she's been staring

at me all night. So suddenly...

...I just go up to her, and I grab her.

And I've got her really close to me...

...and her eyes are all fiery.

And my eyes are fiery.

And it's like... It's electric.

And I say to her, "Mom...

Mother..."

What?

Thanks for letting me finish.

What can I say?

You're a funny guy.

Oh, yeah. My friend Rusty.

I'm worried about him.

He owns this hotel in Los Angeles...

...Iosing a lot of money,

and he's got no life.

He's a nice, bright kid,

but he's beating his brains out.

Do you think I could send something

through you, like, a message to him?

I read your palm, not his.

Somebody who could do that could do

very well. Anything on my health?

- My hips are bothering me.

- Please.

This? You couldn't see this?

- I tried knocking, he won't open.

- I'll handle it. I know him.

Jesus Christ, are you people retarded?

- It says, "Do not disturb"!

- It's me.

Hey.

Come on in.

Jeez, Topher, you didn't

have to go all Frankie Muniz on me.

I'm sorry. Rust, look, I know

this is your joint.

I just...

There's this girl.

I love her, man.

I love her, but she is driving me crazy!

I can't sleep. I can't work.

I quit the show. I totally phoned in

that Dennis Quaid movie.

- I mean, it's like...

- Hello?

God, it's almost like this

Kabbalah crap doesn't even work!

Rusty, call for you.

Dude, don't leave.

- Yeah?

- I have a message...

...for Robert Charles Ryan, soon to be

ex-owner of the Standard Hotel.

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