Smokin' Aces 2: Assassins' Ball Page #2

in an armory just inside the depot.

You know, I heard that

most Navy recruits

have had at least

one homosexual experience

before they's

even midshipman,

so, Sis, I was wondering, I

mean, was his deck gun firing?

Or maybe he was banging you while he

was thinking about Popeye's forearms.

Lester, why don't

you just admit

that you want this sweet little

package all to yourself, huh?

I admit I wouldn't

mind a little...

- Come on. Come on, now.

- Don't you f***ing touch me,

you f***ing prick. Get your

f***ing dirty paws off me, f***er.

FRITZ:
Don't you know, boy,

the danger of blood relations?

That's what double-f***ed

the Confederacy.

That's how we lost

the Civil War.

You think you want a whole

slew of kids running around

whose eyeballs are touching because you

can't keep your hands off your sister?

Bunny Rabbit.

Time to get serious. We

gonna acquire us some fire.

(ALL LAUGHING)

(SCREAMING)

KAITLYN:
God damn!

That's a mini! Four

thousand rounds a minute.

Let's go, Sling Blade,

shake a leg!

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Well, if it ain't

the great benefactor.

God damn it, Lester!

Suppressive fire!

Always busy, sugar.

We like to keep it oiled so

we's always ready to roll hard.

What you got

for us, honey?

Why?

There's a theory that this has to

do with some code that you cracked,

some piece of cryptology that

is meaningless with you alive

but invaluable

with you dead.

I am only

medium-security clearance.

Any top secrets

that are disseminated

are deemed declassified long

before they ever cross my desk.

Walter, we can head-scratch

the semantics of this all day,

but the clock

is ticking.

(MILTON GRUNTING)

Oh, God, my face.

What's wrong with my face?

What did you do to my face?

No! No, please!

(SCREAMING)

That's it?

(CHUCKLES)

I thought you were

gonna cut my face.

You're not gonna

cut my face, are you?

No. The face is sacred.

But the throat...

BAKER:
Most of these

operators we know by deed only,

but they will be cold-blooded,

ruthless professionals.

(MILTON CHOKING)

The bureau has mobilized my

team with the express purpose

of protecting and thereby extending

your life, and that's a good thing.

I trust these people

with my life,

and we're asking you

to trust us with yours.

Agent Dumare,

counter-protocol.

Agents Abrego and Nicholas,

transport and monitoring.

Sir.

Agent Redstone's gonna be on close

protection detail with our SAC.

Hey.

You'll be moved to

an undisclosed location

until the deadline

and the bounty expire.

What is the price?

$3,000,000.

That is mmm-mmm good.

For $3,000,000...

I'd kill my own mother.

Actually, I did,

for a lot less than that.

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