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$6,000?

Well, it was 12, so I cut it in half.

Do you believe

that you owe me something?

Well, you have given me

a ton of breaks, so...

'Cause I need the old you now.

The part of you powered by pure need?

These other companies

like this cockfuckers

Cossack trying to steal our clients.

So I need every driver to work

as hard as they've ever worked,

for if these Cossack sons of whores

take over, I'm out of business.

And you are out of luck.

This is do,

or this is die.

Yes, indeed.

Yes, indeed.

It's funny

that Naseem was gonna cap my ass

this morning and send me packing.

I guess things are looking up already.

Hey.

Oh, sh*t.

Whoo!

- Look at this motherf***er.

- Iggy.

I know you've been getting my calls.

You're f***in' ignoring 'em.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Before you say anything else,

you need to know that I'm totally

powerless against this.

- Okay, this is not good.

- This is not good at all.

Carlos has sold the farm.

It's new ownership.

No books. So, the six grand you owe...

I'm gonna need it by midnight tonight.

- F*** me!

- Exactly.

- You're serious?

- I'm colon cancer.

I pay every month on time!

- I know.

- Well, do they know?

They do and they don't give a sh*t!

I got a better shot at

shitting out a full grown female giraffe

than coming up with six grand

by midnight tonight!

- Can I talk to the new owners?

- Can you speak Cantonese?

- All right, so if I can't get the cash?

- What do you think, Kevin?

I've been chasing you all around town.

When you call me Kevin

I really start to flip out.

Yeah, you should get freaked out,

because I'm gonna have to leave

a lot more than bruises behind.

Don't make me come looking for you.

Babe, I'm sorry

but I'm running really f***ing late.

Tell me you're messing with me, dude.

I got hung up with an old friend.

What is wrong with you?

This is a first run of the day.

- Charlie...

- First one!

Charlie, relax. I'll handle it.

Now, who am I pickin' up?

Has anyone ever referred to you

as a punk-ass motherf***er?

Not to my recollection.

You're a punk-ass motherf***er.

Who's an hour late.

I'm really sorry.

Come on, son.

If you're gonna patronize me,

at least put your f***ing back into it.

You don't have any respect for the Hoff.

Am I right?

You think I never held a knife?

That I'm unfamiliar

with the taste of blood?

That I took a shitty,

sub-par show about lifeguards,

and turned it into the highest-rated

syndicated hit in television history

because I got f***in' lucky?

I once forcibly sodomized a Viet Cong

colonel with a stick grenade

because he placed an ancestral curse

on me while I was interrogating him.

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