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(STRETCH):
I'm thinking about

getting a penis implant.

(SPOON):
Get the f*ck out of here.

(STRETCH):
No, I'm fucking serious.

They've got these do-it-yourself implants, now.

(STRETCH):
You do most of it yourself,

but somebody's got to give you a hand.

(SPOON):
What the f*ck are you looking

at me for? I'm not touching your dick!

(STRETCH):
Hey Cookie, what about you?

(SPOON):
Come on, Stretch.

Cookie doesn't want to hear

that shit about your dick. Do you, baby?

Cookie?

Cookie?

Oh, shit! Cookie!

Don't do this to me, baby. Come on! Cookie!

Give me a fucking hand, would you?

- F*ck!

- Shit!

F*ck, f*ck!

I knew this would fucking happen!

(SPOON):
Just give me a fucking hand, man.

(STRETCH):
Oh, shit!

(TV):
...nine, eight, seven, six, five, four,

three, two, one... Happy New Year.!

(THUMPING SOUND)

(SPOON):
Cookie. Baby.

- (SPOON):
I don't believe this!

- (STRETCH):
This is really fucking bad!

- (SPOON):
Give me a fucking hand!

- (STRETCH):
Willyou quit yelling?

(SPOON):
Turn on the cold water,

we've got to put her in the tub.

(THUMPING SOUND CONTINUES)

(TV):
Whatagreat

New Year's celebration...

(STRETCH):
What a way to start

the new year. Happy fucking New Year!

(SPOON):
Cn you give me a hand?

(STRETCH):
Oh, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck!

(SPOON):
Come on! Keep talking!

(STRETCH):
You're doing alright, there.

I don't fucking believe it!

I knew this shit was going to happen.

I fucking knew it!

Shut the f*ck up!

(SPOON):
Cookie, Cookie!

Cookie... Shit!

- We've got to get her to hospital

- Let's get her out of here.

(STRETCH):
Taxi!

- Hey!

- F*ck!

F*ck you!

Hey, come on!

(STRETCH):
Motherfucker!

- Who are you calling?

- Ambulance.

(SPOON):
Hello, how mu...

He put me on hold! I can't believe it!

Cookie's fucking dying and he put me on hold!

Have him call back.

Hello? A woman's been shot,

a white woman, OK?

There's black people here shooting,

burning cars and talking about revolution.

You better send some motherfuckers out here!

They're on their way.

Don't worry, baby. They're coming.

(SLEEPILY) Happy New Year...

Dress those wounds!

May I help you?

Yeah, my friend has had a New Year's Eve party

and she had a little too much to drink.

She mixed it with some drugs.

- Overdose, sir?

- Yeah.

- Does she have insurance?

- I don't know.

- Your name, sir?

- EzekielWhitmore.

Fillthis out and bring it back.

My friend's standing here in a coma.

We need to see a doctor right away!

Fillthis out and bring it back.

It's alright, Cookie. OK. It's alright.

Everything's going to be OK.

We're at the hospital

Everything's going to be OK.

- Cn I see a doctor now, please?

- Just a minute, sir.

I need a Social Security number

and a Medicaid number, if she has one.

I'm assuming she does

since you put ''yes'' in this box.

A photo ID and the address of her next of kin.

My fucking lady's going to die here.

We need a fucking doctor right now!

If I knew the numbers,

I would've written them down!

- I need a fucking doctor!

- You don't use that language with me.

You don't know me. Where did you get off

talking to me like to some tramp?

Nobody talks to me like that

when I'm trying to do my job,

because you know what? I'd let the bitch die!

- What is wrong, Gloria?

- That man has lost his mind.

Doc, the girljust OD'd

and hasn't said a word in an hour.

I'm as scared as f*ck that she's going to die.

Gurney!

(COOKIE SCREAMING)

Get off me! Get off!

Let me go!

Shut up, shut up, shut up!

Shut the f*ck up!

(COOKIE):
I'll killyou! F*ck you!

(STRETCH):
First you f*ck for an hour,

screaming. Then you make allthis noise.

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