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the rules together.

I also want you to

bring me a clean...

bill of health.

All right, my dear?

Okay.

- All right, thank you.

How'd you like

to 'birdie' that hole, huh?

Say the word and

she's yours anytime.

I'll keep a running tab for you.

Nah.

What? What? She's

not your type?

Are you kidding me?

I've got to go.

Things are heating up on 14.

Let's do it in the room.

Kim, I think we got our laundry...

mixed up. I-- I'll

talk to you later.

Come on, let's go back

to the room.

$50 bucks only gets

you 20 minutes, man.

You're wasting your time.

Your soul is crippled.

I'm gonna change that.

Pray with me now.

Out, demon!

Let the crutches go!

Let the spirit into you!

Run with me!

F*** me harder!

Harder! Oh!

Oh, yeah, baby.

I like that. Come on.

Come on, come on.

You're so big!

You do? Hallelujah!

The Lord has shown

his face once again.

You gonna come all over me?

Oh, yeah, come all over me.

Let's do this, man.

Eight, the hard way.

$900 for Mr. Pinkerton.

- Seven and Seven.

Thanks, doll face.

- Jesus Christ!

Sh*t, I'm sorry.

- Don't worry about it.

I'm so sorry.

I'm such a f***ing klutz.

No, this stuff happens.

- Oh, my God.

I'm sorry. This guy--

f***ing hands all over my ass.

You might want

to stick around.

I came to play.

Come again, sister,

in the name of Pinkie.

Take this.

Hard eight, huh?

How you like that?

Suck on that.

That's right. Give

me them dice.

Damn right.

One dollar,

hard eight.

All right, everybody,

get in. Here we go.

We'll bet $10.

Out! Seven out.

- Sh*t! God!

What the f*** are you

smiling at, b*tch?

Whoa, whoa... easy.

Fellas?

You think it's f***ing funny?

- Take it easy, man.

Think it's funny this

place is stealing...

my-- f***ing numb-nuts,

let go of me.

I'll have you fired,

you piece-of-sh*t...

b*tch! Piece of

f***ing garbage!

# But now I couldn't do

without my supply #...

# I need you for my own #...

# Oh, I can't break away

I must have you every day #...

# As regularly as coffee

or tea #...

# You got me in your clutches

and I can't break free #...

# You're getting to be

a habit with me... #

Oh, Shelly.

I love you, Shelly.

He's the man,

he's the best man. Salut.

No, no, no.

He hates that sh*t.

He really does.

# I used to think your love... #...

# Was something that I... #...

# Could take... #...

# Or leave alone #...

# But now I couldn't do

without my supply... #...

There he is.

- Hey.

Shelly, I was a f***ing

embarrassment...

out there, do you

understand that?

You should never have...

talked me into going

out there, Shelly.

I should have never let you.

Frank is rolling

over in his grave.

I've got strep, man.

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