Alpha Dog Page #3

- No, I wouldn't.

- You wouldn't?

Johnny, come on, man.

Oh, you see that?

Dude, you are

a f***ing full-on

dick-in-the-mouth,

balls-across-the-nose,

dildo-up-the-ass...

Fag!

- You're a f*ggot, dude.

100 percent.

- You're a fag.

JOHNNY:
Shut the f*** up,

b*tch. Suck my cock.

You know what? Don't talk

to me anymore, okay?

- I f*** b*tches. You're a homo.

- Suck my cock.

That's it.

- That's f***ing mean.

- Shut the f*** up!

Suck my f***ing cock.

Come on, Schmidt,

I'm dead serious.

Suck it, b*tch.

Suck my f***ing cock.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

I got it.

GIRL:
Come on, do it!

No, I got it, all right?

Suck my cock.

Pretty soon it's going

to come out, Elvis.

TIKO:
Pretty soon you're

going to come out, Elvis.

That you're f***ing gay.

What up, Jake?

You got to start

calling a motherf***er

before you just show up.

- Christ-killers ain't got no respect.

- Yeah.

- Can I talk to you for a minute?

- FRANKIE:
What's up, Jake?

Oh, sh*t! Yo, come here, man.

Elvis is just about

to suck a dick.

Yeah.

Let's go on in here.

So what's going on, homie?

You know that thing I told you

I was going to take care

for you down in San Diego?

- Yeah.

- It's a washout.

Really? What happened?

Well, I go down there

and I put the screws to him.

And I tell him, something bad

is gonna happen to him,

unless he comes up

with your money,

and, like, fast.

Which he doesn't,

because he's f***ing tapped.

But he's scared,

so he leans on his neighbor,

and I walk on the guy

for 150 bombs.

So?

So, the bombs are no good.

The X was f***ing bunk.

And I had a guy lined up

to take it all, man.

We would have made

so much money on that sh*t.

But you said that you would

take care of it. You said

that it was your debt.

Are you coming in here,

trying to n*gger-talk me?

What do you want me to do?

I can't exactly go back

to the guy that I ripped off

and say, "Yo dude,

your sh*t was no good."

Okay, well,

I still got to get paid.

I know. Calm the f*** down.

I got $800.

And I thought

that we could split it.

You thought

we could split it?

F*** that.

Pay me all of it.

- I'm trying.

- How?

You make dog sh*t

at your f***ing job.

Be careful, Johnny.

I'm not f***ing Elvis.

Yeah, well,

you're short, a**hole.

Watch your f***ing mouth,

you little f***ing midget.

I'm not one of

your little f*ggot friends.

And remember

who you're talking to.

Give me

my f***ing money!

You're going

to stiff me, huh?

I'm going

to f***ing kill you!

(SCREAMS)

JAKE:
Take a f***ing drink,

you motherf***er.

Why don't you f***ing die?

I'm going to kill you,

you f***ing b*tch!

(DOGS BARKING)

- Take your f***ing hands off him!

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