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does come along...

You wanna listen or what?

What?

You wanna look at p*ssy

or learn about this job? Which is it?

You heard the one about the two bulls?

Not yet.

Not yet, huh?

These two bulls are sittin' on a knoll

overlookin' a herd of Guernseys,...

...and the baby bull says "Hey, Pop, let's

run down and f*** one of those cows."

But the papa bull says "No, Son."

"Let's walk down."

"F*** 'em all."

(dispatcher) Unit 15,

what is your location?

- When d'you get outta jail?

- (chuckles) What?

I could put a word in with Parole.

- What's your name?

- Louisa.

Danny.

Hi, Danny.

So you get time off for good behaviour?

You ever go out with a cop?

You don't like cops, do you?

No.

- No what?

- No sale. Let's go.

Yeah, sure.

I will be back.

I really love... your coffee, Louisa.

Bye.

Bye.

- You're jealous.

- That's right.

But I got a wife at home

whom I love, and three kids.

- Yeah, well, that don't mean sh*t.

- That's why I'm jealous.

You don't wanna get laid, man.

It leads to kissin',

and pretty soon you gotta talk to 'em.

White Fence are the oldest gang in LA.

There's three or four generations.

I don't know if you remember -

they threatened that lady DA last year.

- (McGavin)? Que pas, homes?

- What's up?

- (McGavin) Nice ride.

- Hodges, what's happenin'?

Not much.

You still smokin' that PCP?

Make you stupid, man.

No, I don't f*** with juice. This is weed.

Peewees smoke that sh*t. I don't.

You seen any... gang members around?

Who, me? I ain't seen any gang members.

You seen any gang members?

Check these vatos.

(police dispatcher on radio)

- 21st Street on our list?

- Nah.

Poor f***ers are professional victims.

Get their ass kicked constantly.

Kind of a mixed gang.

You got Diamond Street there, the Ville,

and the projects on the west.

So they gotta fight their way in

and fight their way out.

- They're f***ed, huh?

- They are f***ed.

- (thud)

- Jesus!

What're you gonna do? Stand in the street

and wave your fist? Let's go. Come on!

( hip-hop music)

(laughter)

Hey, what you guys doin'?

Stay where you are.

Drop and you're dead, buddy.

(music stops)

OK. All right, let's line up.

Come on, let's go.

Come on. Right up here. Let's go.

Let's go. Come on.

All right.

What's the matter with you?

Put that f***in' thing away!

A**hole.

Hey, get your hands outta your pockets.

Put your hands behind your neck.

Come on. And you.

Are you guys stupid or what? Throwin'

rocks at our car... This is my office.

What are you, crazy?

Get your hands up.

Gimme your fingers, man.

Spread your legs. Wider.

Spread your f***in' legs, homes.

Who threw the rock?

Oh.

We can have it any way you want.

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