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so much as a backward glance.

Well, it's time to pay up.

Um, well, I mean, I was gonna

give you something.

You know, for the funeral

and all and, well...

I'm not talking about money,

but I'll take it.

Now, you better listen.

That girl is not gonna lose a mother

and a father in the same week.

Oh, come on!

You can't be serious!

She's got a life here.

I mean, she's got a job.

- She's an adult, for Christ's sake.

- Just listen to me.

I don't give a damn

whether you stay or go,

but not until that sweet child manages

to turn her life back around.

She's a special girl.

You may not be much,

but you and I are all she has,

and what she needs now is a father.

- Don't be ridiculous.

- [Sliding Door Opens]

- [Clears Throat]

- Good evening, sir.

- Good evening. I would

like a room. Thank you.

- Of course.

Could you fll this out,

and may I have a credit card?

Ahh. Got something better

than a credit card.

I have got over 800,000

frequent flier miles.

I've been wanting to take advantage

of your room credit offer for years.

I'm sorry, sir, but we don't have

any mileage credit rooms

available this evening.

Oh, you don't have

any vacancies?

Yes, we do, but not for

the mileage credit program.

Uh, if you'd like to reserve

a room now for credit,

the earliest

I have available is in...

six weeks.

I would like a room

tonight.

We take MasterCard,

Visa or AMEX.

[Rock]

[Woman] You're a real tough cookie

with a long history

Of breaking little hearts

like the one in me

Before I put another notch

in my lipstick case

You better make sure

you put me in my place

Hit me with your best shot

Come on

Hit me with your best shot

Hit me with your best shot

Fire away

Hit me with your best shot

Why don't you hit me

with your best shot

Hit me with your best shot

Fire away

Fire away

- Ba ba ba baow

- [Cheering, Whistling]

Hey, excuse me.

You are a great singer.

Aw! Karaoke's my life.

Oh.

What is karaoke?

What?

Where you been, mister?

Uh, airport hotel rooms.

- Oh.

- Suburbia.

- Mental jail.

- Ah! Well, they don't

got it in jail yet,

but they got it in every bar

I ever been in.

And it's what,

exactly?

Oh, it's a rush

like you wouldn't believe.

It's like you get to be a star

for three minutes!

Ow! [Laughs]

Can you sing?

I mean, up there in front of people?

Oh, well, I used to, actually.

A little bit.

- Yeah? Well, what happened?

- A long time ago.

I don't know.

I guess I went into sales.

Oh. Well, are you in sales

at the moment?

[Laughs]

Oh, no.

Actually, I'm out getting

a pack of cigarettes.

Yeah. I don't know

where I am, actually.

- Uh, I'm somewhere

in Arizona or something.

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