Coyote Ugly Page #4

- Yea, Violet!

Oh, oops.

- I'm a little nervous.|- So are we, honey.

Don't tease me, honey!|Sing!

Come on, give her a break.

I'm sorry.

Hello?

You gotta cheer up. You look like|somebody ran over your dog.

Hey, um, how much|is a slice of pie?

Oh, uh,

we happen to have|the best French apple in town.

And, uh,|it's on the house.

- Shut up.|- You just have to pay attention.

- Okay?|- Twenty.

- Twenty says it's Pretty Woman.|- I will raise you ten,

because it is Home Alone.

- Oh?|- You guys have to read the signs.

I call with|Saving Private Ryan.

- What?|- Let's fip this over, and Miss Jennifer from Austin...

says her|favorite movie is--

No way. There's no way!|You already saw this one.

Oh, you are such a cheater.

Hello. A naked girl in army boots?|Easy play to call.

- Thank you.|- Those boots are kinda cute.

- I have to get me some of those.

Wait, wait, wait. Oh, Romero.|You gotta turn that up, baby. That is the jam.

- Turn it up!|There you go, there you go. - Oh, no.

- Girl, what are you doing?|- Remember this? Remember this?

- Belly dancing.

- Do you know those girls?|- Oh, yeah. They're here every morning around this time.

- Winding down.|- Wait, wait.

- They have to, in their line of work.|- Are they hookers?

No.

Coyotes.

All right.

You guys? You guys wanna see|what Al gave me for my birthday?

- This.|- You let him brand you?

- Isn't it cute?|- She let the man brand her.

Hey, check it out, ladies.|We each made 300 bucks tonight.

- Mmm.|- You sure you wanna be goin' off to law school?

Hmm?

- Let's make a toast.|- Yeah.

To Zoe's last week|as a Coyote.

- Oh.|- She's gonna be impossible to replace.

I just wanna tell you both|that I will never, ever forget you.

Who's up there?

- I'm lookin' for the owner.|- Hey, come on down. Bring a case with you.

What are you doin' here?

- Uh, I'm gonna drop this case.|Where do you want me to put it? - That depends. What do ya want?

Well, I heard you might need|a new, uh--

That, uh, there might be|a job opening.

Put it right there.|Let me take a look at ya.

Let me guess.

Piedmont, North Dakota.

South Amboy, New Jersey.

Same thing.|You do any drugs?

Just coffee.|That's all I can afford right now.

- Let me see your arms.|- Are you kidding?

Do I look like|I'm kidding?

Ooh, where'd you get|that scar on your wrist?

Pizza oven. It's a permanent|burn from pulling slices for four years.

That could be the saddest thing|I've ever heard.

- Um, what's next?|You want a urine sample? - Ha, ha.

I prefer blood.

Look, are you really the owner?|'Cause I've had a rough couple of days,

and so the last thing I need|is some waitress on a power trip wastin' my time.

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