Pistol Whipped Page #4

But actually, no,

I don't cook.

Any man can fry

a f***ing egg, you know.

So...

So...

Why don't you tell me

about yourself?

What about me?

Well, I'd like to

know anything.

All my life

I've been on my own.

Trying to do more than

just get by, you know?

I'm an artist.

You're an artist.

Not like the kind of artist that sells

paintings and stuff, I'm a graphic artist.

I put together brochures and

catalogs, that kind of stuff.

I work freelance now,

but back when I had a

wherever I worked,

whatever I did,

there was always some guy above me

thinking he could do my job better than me,

telling me what I needed to do

to be good enough.

Hmm.

And after, like, a bunch

of years I finally realized

what I really needed to do

was grow a dick.

Well, probably I would like you

a lot less if you had a dick.

Especially if it was bigger

than mine, you know what I mean?

I don't think

that's possible.

BRUNO:
I love this guy,

I love this kid.

Hey, my favorite.

Hi, guys.

How are you?

Hey, Bruno.

How are you, sweetie?

How you doing tonight?

Better if you'll come

home with me.

Oh, Bruno. What are

you boys drinking?

Come on, give me a kiss.

Give me a small kiss.

Come on, give me one kiss.

No, no, not on duty.

Oh, stop it will you, please?

This manager of yours

is such a chicken sh*t,

he wouldn't say squat

if you got under the table

and blew me right here

in front of everybody.

He wouldn't, you know that.

Don't get fresh.

Oh, now. Come on,

come on, come on.

I'm playing. I wasn't fresh,

I wasn't fresh.

You remember one thing,

one thing.

I'll f*** you in the ass with my

dick if I want. Now that's fresh.

I think she's got

a crush on you, boss.

I swear to God, I feel the same thing.

I really... She plays hard to get.

Bruno.

Hey, hey, hey, how are you?

Sit down, sit down, sit down.

I was waiting for you.

My friend is a North

Korean gentleman, okay?

He's got 2.5 million

in counterfeit green.

I seen the color, I seen the

plates, I seen the product.

Gentlemen, excuse me

one second.

I know it's really rude for

me to just sit down like this,

but I noticed that along

with your powerful charisma,

you kind of were abusive with

that young lady earlier here.

What are you talking about?

The waitress, Emily?

Yeah.

Yeah.

So I just was

a little bit offended,

and I wondered

if you would apologize to her.

To Emily?

Yeah.

You want me to

apologize to her?

You know, I would do...

No, don't laugh,

I would do that, I would

do that, honest to God.

She obviously means

a lot to you.

Well, yeah,

she's a nice girl.

You know something?

You make me feel, like,

embarrassed with myself.

Am I blushing? I'm sorry,

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