Any Which Way You Can Page #5

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Here's the card. Call that guy and tell him

to come and get his dough.

Under my own mattress. Humiliating.

Outsmarted by a banana-head.

I spent the last five hours

on a very bumpy airplane, Mr. Beddoe.

I'm not in a good mood.

- I don't blame you.

- We have a deal, Mr. Beddoe.

We had a deal.

Clyde, get the man his money back.

One does not cancel deals

with James Beekman.

One takes one's money back,

or else Clyde gets bugged at one.

I am holding it for you, Mr. Beddoe.

I will add $15,000 to it and give it to you

when you show up for the fight.

Bear this in mind.

What Wilson will do to you is nothing...

...compared to what we will do to you

if you don't show up for the fight.

Clyde, escort the man out.

- You'll have a visit from my friends soon.

- Will they be driving Cadillacs, too?

Yes. Long and black.

Clyde, scrap the Caddie.

Jesus!

Jesus!

Oh, God!

He's crazy.

How about we go up to Bakersfield

and mess around for a couple of days?

No, thank you. I'm not Clyde.

I can't sit around eating bananas...

...while you and the broad

are playing patty cake.

- She's not a broad.

- I know that.

Damn it, I'm just talking mad.

You're allowed to talk mad to your friends,

you know, if they are.

They are, and you're allowed.

Sh*t.

She's a real nice girl.

I know.

- A piece of luck.

- I think.

- But I don't have to like it.

- Hell, no. I wouldn't either.

You wouldn't?

Maybe I ought to get

really mad at you, then.

You better go before

he goes down the block again...

...after that lady Saint Bernard.

Jesus, I never saw a dog

turn gray overnight before.

That's enough.

Come on, you'll get blasted.

Let's go.

- You take care, now.

- All right. You, too.

Seems like Orville

is not very happy these days.

I know. I guess he thinks

you're taking up some of his space.

- But I can't give it back to him.

- I know.

Hang on.

No!

Lock the doors.

Cholla, I'm hardening.

I'm hardening, too.

Shut up and get him! Move!

I'm froze.

Dead meat, Beddoe.

Dead meat.

You're going to pay for this.

You're going to pay.

What are you going to do with them?

Well, we can't leave them here.

Dogs would come along and piss on them.

Ain't fair to the dogs.

You'll pay for that, too, Beddoe.

- Will you be able to get this stuff off?

- Sure. We'll just peel them like bananas.

Of course, that tar will take

most of their hair off with it.

- Painful?

- Moderately.

- Too bad.

- Both of you will pay for this, Beddoe.

I already am paying for it.

It's $20 for this tow boom

and another $20 I'm adding on...

...for cleaning up my truck.

That's $40 you owe me.

We should be back in 15, 20 minutes,

I hope.

- Good luck.

- Come on, Clyde. Scrap the gate.

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