The Domestics Page #3
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- 2018
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I'll make cocktails,
and you can meet my kids.
The f*** was that?
My son, Steven. All clear?
Clear.
My dad had one of these.
He liked it.
-Yours '81?
-It's '82.
Yours five speed?
It's, uh, converted
to automatic, actually.
That faux wood on navy.
Man, it was a different era.
It's running rich.
in the carb is off,
but just been messing with it.
You can talk it over
if you like. But if you
did happen to come,
I might just have
for an '81 Eagle.
Bullshit.
My old man's.
It'll definitely have
-You into cars?
-Nah.
I like guns.
You know, uh...
It would mean the world
to my wife and to me,
if you would join us.
Oh. We really should get going.
I understand.
I just can't help but think
that we met for a reason.
People like us don't just
cross paths, not out here.
And seeing you two
gave me hope.
And I might add that Theresa
makes the best goddamned
green bean casserole
you'll ever have.
I guess, if it's on the way.
Well, now that's the spirit!
Steven, let's get
this beautiful car
hooked up to the rig.
It'll be safer for us
to ride in the truck.
Pull her around back,
I'll go get the truck ready.
I can't wait for you
to meet Theresa.
I think you girls
will really hit it off.
Sh*t! Plowboys.
Just sit tight.
Jim.
How's the family?
Safe. Yours?
Steadfast.
So what are you boys
doing out here?
Just patrolling
the neighborhood.
Hunting for Gamblers.
You know they stole
nine of my girls?
F***ing freaks!
Probably using them
to make babies.
You have some fresh faces
with you.
They're friends.
Couldn't help but notice
the merchandise.
K-98. Where'd you get it?
You see the cooch in the truck?
I call her Betsy.
Is she a Cherry?
- What's she doing down here?
- I don't know.
Deserter, maybe?
Didn't see any more of those
man-hating b*tches, so,
I assumed she's alone.
She will turn a pretty penny.
Just relax, sugar pop.
I even injected her
with one of those
animal tracking devices.
Just like old Ginger.
This one ain't getting away.
She's a wild one, too.
She bit Bruce's finger
clean off when we caught her.
Oh, yeah.
I am going to test drive
her tonight.
So, who is the cha-cha
in the truck?
Don't worry.
Plowboys are pussies.
Don't tell my dad
I said "pussies."
I would
really appreciate it
if you would move your plow.
Gonna be late for dinner.
What if I don't?
Give my best to Theresa.
Will do.
I really appreciate
you guys doing this.
As promised.
Oh, my God.
Wow, thank you.
So obviously,
you wanna stay off
I-94 and Highway 10.
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