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okay, the gig is up. Sit down.

Go on. Sit down, let's talk.

Hey c'mon. Don't worry.

No, listen to me.

I know what those pricks will do

to you if you don't come back

with some money. So, I'm

gonna give you some money.

I'm gonna give you

a lot of money. okay?

But you gotta do me a favor.

See, um...

I know about this little job

that's going down.

And I want in. So...

You're gonna talk to your boss and

you're gonna get me a meeting.

Look, I don't know anything

about a job.

Good. It shouldn't concern you.

It doesn't concern me. It sure

as sh*t shouldn't concern you.

You just talk to your boss, okay...

... and you be persuasive.

You be really persuasive,

a talent that I know...

that you have in spades.

And you tell him I want in.

You don't know who you're dealing with.

Really? Ha!

Well, neither do they.

See, you just worry about your

end. I'll take care of mine.

okay?

Here.

Get me in.

Tell 'em where to find me.

I won't have to.

It's cold, cold.

Take it back.

Jesus Christ, you look like an

18-year-old who just lost his cherry.

I was 15 and you should know.

It was your sister.

- Very funny. That's very funny.

- Ha! Ha! Thanks.

I'll be performing here all week.

oops, sorry.

Alright. Ha! Ha!

So... What will you have?

What'll I have? Well, I'll...

I'm gonna have the biggest

milkshake you got.

- What flavor?

- You pick.

Alright. Anything else?

I'll stick with the coffee, thank you.

Sure you don't want a doughnut too?

You just got made?

What, do I have it tattooed on me or

something?

- It's this trench coat thing..

- You look like f***in' Columbo.

- Alright, enough about me.

- What have you got?

- Lieutenant's driving me crazy.

- Tell that prick to relax, man.

Everything's going just right.

- You on the crew?

- Not in so many words,

- ...but I got their attention.

- Names? Dates? Whaddya got?

C'mon Curtis. You know

these things take time man.

It's not like they got a f***in'

Help Wanted sign posted...

and I just go and fill out

a f***in' application, alright?

I'll guarantee you this though:

I made an impression.

Ha! ha! I don't doubt it a bit.

Ha! Ha! Ha!

What's this?

That?

That looks like money.

I'll be a son of a...

That's money.

Go on. Take it.

Buy yourself something frilly.

What? C'mon man!

I won it gambling off these real

low-lifes. It's clean.

It's clean money.

Jesus-Christ, if you don't want

it, give it to Beth.

- Beth's fine, thank you.

- okay.

You've never been on a honeymoon

and your oldest kid's turning 6.

- F*** you, man!

- I didn't mean it like that.

This isn't some kinda game

we're playing. No.

You walk in here acting like you're on

top of the world throwing money around?

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