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or grew separately as people?

What?

He fucks other women

and takes my car.

Got it.

Yo, ese!

What's up, Hollywood?

Hey, man! How you doing?

Whoo hoo hoo!

See that?

Haven't done a movie in four years.

Ha! Star Mobile.

God, I feel at home already.

This your neighborhood?

Nice. Real... texture.

What do you think a place

goes for around here?

I always wanted to get a place,

you know, in the city...

that's just for meetings.

Where are we again?

This your place?

No.

No.

Oh, check stand number one.

I need my keys.

Hmm. Tell Bobby I want my keys

and the f***ing cash he owes me.

Tell him yourself.

Damn, it stinks.

The manager.

What the f*** are you doing here?

Hey, you're supposed to be on the floor.

Who the f*** is watching Lee?

I don't know.

Why don't you call the manager?

Give me my keys.

Who's this?

This is--

Hey. No, no.

I know who he is.

What the f*** is he doing here?

Research.

Re-- research?

What, on you?

What are you,

the new Ashley Judd?

No, a**hole.

It's a project.

Oh, a project, huh?

Like a class project?

No, it's nothing I've committed to yet.

I'm just-- just--

He can't get home, Bobby.

He needs a ride.

Give me my keys.

He can't call someone?

They're all Jewish.

So they don't drive?

Well, what she's trying to say is,

um, I-I forgot the numbers.

See, we had a little

security issue at home

and we changed

all the phones and--

Scarlet, Scarlet, what the

f***'s with the getup?

Huh? Don't-- don't tell me.

You're going on that

f***in' interview.

Interview?

You've got an interview?

Scar, baby,

we talked about this. Okay?

You really think anybody's gonna

take some grocery hump seriously?

I mean, you've never even

seen the inside of a f***in' office.

I'm sorry.

I thought she was the grocery hump.

Hey, at least someone got pregnant.

That cash was mine.

Now give it to me and give me

the keys to my car.

You know, I saw you walk out with that

load under your arms the other night.

You're gonna pay that back, right?

I did. For three years.

Hey, Scarlet...

how's the Green Card coming?

Hey, Lorraine, have another

beer for the baby, huh?

Come on.

Come on, babe.

Give me my keys.

Bobby, give me the keys.

Hey, come on. Don't.

Give me the keys.

Bobby, give me the keys.

Ow! Ow! What the f***?

Get the f*** off me!

What?

Mi dinero.

Ow! Ow! God damnit!

F***in' b*tch!

Get off me!

Get the f*** off me!

Ow! Ow! That f***in' hurts!

That hurts! That hurts!

Here, take it!

F***ing get the f*** out!

I'm all right.

Cabrn.

I'm all right, baby.

I'm good.

Th-- they're not armed, are they?

You f***in' b*tch!

Oh! Hoo!

Oh, my.

Uh, maybe the prudent thing at this point

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