Bad Santa 2 Page #3
Damn it, Willie. Hurry up!
We're gonna miss our train.
You see me walking backwards, a**hole?
I'm coming.
Kid, get over here
and take your pants off.
No!
Ah, f***.
Sleigh bells ring
Are you listening?
In the lane snow is glistening
A beautiful sight
We're happy tonight
Walking in a winter wonderland
Gone away is the bluebird
In his place is a new bird
Here's your ID.
- "Randall Cook"?
- What the f*** wrong with that'?
Randall sounds Irish.
I want something whiter.
I'm Davis, you're Cook.
End of f***ing story.
You got one job this time. Open a safe.
Till then, just keep your drunken
deviant f***ing mouth shut.
You know what you need?
You need some p*ssy.
I'll see if I can find you
a cat somewhere.
Put that sh*t away.
"Giving City Foundation.
Bringing food and shelter
to those in need."
Hold the f***ing phone.
I traveled all the way across the country
to rob a goddamn charity?
Why? You got a problem with that?
Yeah, you damn right
I got a problem with it.
No way these a**holes
have 2 million bucks.
Will you keep it down, man. Moron.
I don't know.
- I see they made you some chairs already.
- F*** you.
He's Cook. I'm Davis.
We're here for the orientation.
Empty your pockets.
Place any metal items in the tray.
What's that?
- Cough medicine.
- Let me see that.
That's a level three contraband.
I'm gonna have to compensate that.
The f*** you are.
All right, big shot.
You can stay out here with your GD flask.
- We'll get it on the way out.
- Gina!
Show these boys to the line-up.
They're late.
Meeting started ten minutes ago.
But I think I can sneak you guys in.
Come on.
- Hey, Diane! I got two more.
- Come on in, fellas.
- Goddamn.
- That's Diane Hastings.
She and her husband run the joint.
So like I was saying,
finish filling out these forms
and you can drop them off
at the front desk, please.
And then, you can go to the common room
and pick up your uniforms.
I bet that p*ssy got lips
like an orangutan.
- Excuse me, Mr...
- Um, Cook. Randall Cook.
- What's up?
- Have you been drinking?
Uh, I don't know. Some vodka...
Because we don't allow alcohol
or drugs of any kind at Giving City.
Why's that?
You may not be aware of this, Mr. Cook,
but we're a charity.
When you walk out those doors,
you're representing us.
- So please try and make us look good.
- Oh, we'll make you look great.
- Promise.
- Yeah.
Mmm.
A hard-on?
You sick f***.
I'm the one that's been in prison
for ten years.
It's just a semi.
Don't get all bent out of shape.
Shut the f*** up.
Ho, ho, ho. What's up, Santas?
Hey, don't forget to remind people,
if they don't have cash,
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