Wild Card Page #2
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- Year:
- 2015
- 92 min
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So nothing surprises
me much anymore,
except the things that
people do to each other.
I'm a licensed pilot,
took karate in Tokyo.
I lectured
on economics at Yale.
I can memorize
the front pages
of the New York Times
in five minutes
and repeat it back
to you in five weeks.
I was the National Golden Gloves
champion three years in a row.
I'm fluent
in four languages
and can wrestle with
a menu in five more...
- Jesus!
- Don't interrupt me. There's more.
- More?
- Yeah.
I lie a lot.
I'm staying
at Caesars, Mr. Wild.
Shall we say 7:
00?7:
00, Mr. Kinnick.It worked, Nicky!
It f***in' worked!
It really worked.
How could you be such
a bastard Os, huh?
You said I was a coward
and my breath was bad.
That's not an insult,
that's a f***in' insult.
That was in character, man.
I'm f***in' around.
You're too sensitive.
And you didn't tell me you
were gonna take my f***in' hair.
What was that, man?
She likes you
better without it.
Heh, women,
they like honesty.
Who knew?
Word to the wise.
All right, fresh
from the bank...
- one thousand dollars.
- That's not the right amount.
Are you callin' me a crook?
'Cause I am not a crook.
Nobody said you were.
You forgot
the bonus, Nicky!
I said if she came along
out of pressure
I was putting on, fine.
Whatever. Done.
But if by seeing
the real me,
that she loved me,
there'd be a
$500 bonus. $1,000.
And that's what happened?
She saw the real you?
She f***in' loves me, man.
Love.
I'll take the $500, Os.
This day keeps gettin'
better and better.
I love you, man.
I mean, I love you.
Yeah!
from Atlantic City.
It's where we'll all headed.
How you doin', Nick?
Oh, great, Rox.
So, I put Casanova
on table two like you asked.
I'll bet you give him the room
with the busted toilet.
Oh, yeah,
I like that one.
- I'm not wearing a ring.
- You wouldn't have known it.
I stay with her on account of
our four kids and I can survive,
except when fate, through
a toilet that won't flush,
brings me in contact with
- What'd I miss?
- The special specimen.
- F***!
- Shh, he's about to ask for a memory.
Okay, she's dead,
but she won't lie down.
Oh, she'll lie down.
She just doesn't realize
it's gonna happen
in five minutes.
I could get a key
to a $1,000 suite.
So please, Marie,
leave me with the memory.
Give me something
I can cherish to remember.
Okay.
Okay. Thank you.
Come on.
Son of a b*tch! How does
he get f***ed every time?
- What is that?
- Hey, he wants it that much.
Well, I don't have
anything like that.
- Do you?
- Sure.
Never ever to rest my head
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