Road House Page #2

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You son of a b*tch!

Bastard!

# Baby #

# Havin' us some fun tonight #

F***. Anybody got a mirror?

Aw, sh*t.

Hey, how'd you Iike to teII us

what the f***'s goin' on?

- You gonna heIp us out or not?

- I'II Iet you know.

I heard you had baIIs big enough

to come in a dump truck, but...

..you don't Iook Iike much to me.

Opinions vary.

Cody. Later.

- AII right, man. You take care.

- See you guys.

This DaIton, what's his story?

The story is you f*** with him

and he'II seaI your fate.

Yeah? So far he hasn't shown me sh*t.

She's a runner.

(woman on tannoy)

You have a customer on line two.

- These work?

- Sure do.

Jimmy, you have a customer

waiting for you on the lot.

Jimmy, you have a customer on the lot.

I'II take it.

Morning.

You the one who's got a room to rent?

Hm. Come on.

- You honest?

- Yes, sir.

You expect me to beIieve that?

No, sir.

(helicopter engine)

Goddammit!

I swear he does that just to piss me off.

- Who does?

- Brad WesIey.

- HeIIo, bay.

- Like horses, do you?

- If they Iike me.

- You wouIdn't steaI 'em, wouId you?

No, sir.

CaIIing me sir is Iike putting an eIevator

in an outhouse - don't beIong.

- I'm Emmet.

- I'm DaIton.

So what do you think?

WeII, I'II take it.

Must've been 20 peopIe

Iook at that room this past year.

No phone, no teIevision,

no conditioned air,...

..no toIerance for the fragrance of nature.

Nobody wanted it. How come you do?

You're just too persuasive for me, I guess.

It ain't the money,

but if I don't charge you,...

..the Presbyterians are IikeIy

to pray for my ruination.

How does $100 a month strike you?

- Fine.

- You can afford that much?

If it keeps you in

the Church's good graces.

Ain't it pecuIiar how money

seems to do that very thing?

Now, this. This is the new DoubIe Deuce.

I've put a Iot of money and time into this.

And to protect my investment, I've hired

the best damn cooIer in the business.

From now on he's in charge of aII

the bar business. What he says goes.

DaIton?

- Morgan, you're out of here.

- What the f*** you taIking about?

You don't have the right temperament.

- You asshoIe! What am I supposed to do?

- There's aIways barber coIIege.

(derisive laughter)

You're a dead man.

You're out, too.

We're seIIing booze here, not drugs.

Thank you.

Anybody eIse here deaIing?

I'm teIIing you straight.

It's my way or the highway.

So anybody wants to waIk, do it now.

AII right.

PeopIe who reaIIy wanna have a good

time won't come to a sIaughterhouse.

And we've got entireIy

too many troubIemakers here.

Too many 40-year-oId adoIescents,

feIons, power drinkers...

..and trustees of modern chemistry.

It's going to change.

Man, that sure sounds good.

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