The Big Bird Cage Page #2

Aw, come on now, rocco.

Doesn't this do

a little thing for you?

Not even a little

tickle down there?

[Spits]

Oh, thank you very much.

Well, what's this?

I was just leaving.

What's she afraid of?

Leprosy, obviously.

[Laughs]

All right, ladies, hurry up.

Hurry up.

Never mind the crotch cooties.

They have to eat too.

What's your hurry, rocco?

Your boyfriends

will wait for you.

Ha, what penis envy.

You.

Come on, you too, stupid.

Get up and wash the bugs out

of it like everybody else.

Come on.

[Blow lands]

[Crying]

Do as you're told.

All right, girls.

Step briskly.

We have a few

new guests tonight.

I want to show hospitality

and respect to 'em.

Clean up those rooms.

Pick up them bugs.

I don't want 'em in my toes.

Come on. Come on.

Move it along a little faster.

Ah, go play with yourself,

Jones.

I'd love to later,

thank you.

Oh.

[Sniffs]

My, you smell nice.

I'm sure mickie will love you.

Ah, yes.

Come along girls,

a little faster.

Come along.

I'll show you to your suite.

Number 18.

I think you'll like it.

Firm bed, nice mattress.

The buzzer's on the right.

Ring me, room service...

Thank you...

If you need me.

That one is yours.

We have a new pig,

boys and girls.

Aw, knock it off, Jones.

Can't you see

the chick's got class?

What does a hoe like you

know about class?

She's got no class.

She's just another hoe, too.

Welcome to cottage number two.

We start work at 4:00

in the morning.

You ready?

[Laughs]

That'll be the day.

Suppose I don't?

You get your ass kicked in.

Don't worry about it.

I'm gonna be out of here

in a day or two.

Yeah?

Who's gonna spring you?

Your friend, the prime minister?

You mean, she really knows

the prime minister?

I don't know if you know this,

But around here among us

honest thieves and murderers,

A political prisoner

Is about the lowest dirty scum

you can be.

Come on.

Come on, Carla.

Tell us what she had to do

with the prime minister.

She was balling him.

Wait a minute.

She's all right, then.

That makes her a hoe.

She's okay.

No, that's not the same thing,

Not with the prime minister.

Look, whether balling

some clapped-up dude

In the backroom of a bar

at king sh*t imperial palace,

Baby, it's still hoeing.

She's okay.

Unless she did it for fun.

And she's not a whore.

She's political.

Fun, with that fat creep?

How about it, pig?

Did you like it or not?

I always like it.

Don't you?

Hey, my things are gone.

All right.

Which one of you b*tches

took my things?

You must have lost 'em

somewhere, honey.

Nobody in here would ever

steal anything

That didn't belong to them.

Oh.

Well,

I'm gonna call the guard in

And see

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