Grindhouse Page #3

Well, that's what she always says,

but in actual fact, she doesn't

really have a black girl's ass.

She's got a big ass.

Okay, what the f***

are you doing?

Look who wants

to get to the point all of a sudden.

Okay, we'll get to the point,

but for your information,

skinny b*tch,

black men and a whole lot

of motherfuckin' white men

have had plenty of fun

adoring my ass.

I don't wear their teeth marks

on my butt for nothing.

If you 're not gonna buy me a drink,

can I have mine back?

No, okay, okay, okay, okay.

So, Butterfly...

can I buy you a drink?

I'd love one.

What can I get ya?

I'll take a margarita.

Here ya go.

So, after they buy you a drink

when they raise

their glass to toast,

they look you dead in the eye

and repeat this poem...

"The woods are lovely,

dark and deep

And I have promises to keep

and miles to go before I sleep."

Did you hear me, Butterfly?

"Miles to go before you sleep."

And then, if they say that...

you gotta give 'em a lap dance.

What?

If they call you "Butterfly,"

buy you a drink, repeat that poem,

you gotta give 'em a lap dance.

That's bullshit.

I ain't giving them nothin'.

Well, you can do it or not,

but if you don't,

everybody in Austin

is gonna think you a chicken sh*t.

And I don't think you want

everybody in Austin

thinking you 're a chicken sh*t.

I ain't giving nobody no lap dance

'cause of what you said.

Oh, come on!

It's gonna be funny!

Yeah, everything's funny to you two

when it's happening to me.

Look. You don't have to do it

for anybody you don't want.

I said you 'd do it

for the first guy who says it.

So, some geek comes over

trying to be cool,

just tell him you already did it

at another place earlier.

No harm, no foul,

but you get a free drink out of it.

But maybe a little later

in the evening,

you 've had a few drinks,

you 're kind of loosey-goosey,

you 're safe with your girls,

then some kind of cute,

kind of hot, kind of sexy,

hysterically funny, but not-funny-looking guy

comes up and says it...

then maybe you did it earlier,

maybe you didn't.

She's making me trip.

Shut the f*** up.

You made me trip, dumb b*tch!

You f***in' idiot!

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# Baby #

# It doesn 't matter

what they say #

# I know I' m gonna love you

any old way #

# What can I do without you? #

# Don 't want nobody. nobody #

# Baby. it's you #

# Baby. it's you #

# Don 't leave me alone #

# Come on home #

# Baby. it's you #

# Baby. it's you... #

Any dead soldiers here?

Uh, these two. Thank you.

Where the hell is Lanna-Frank?

That's a good f***ing question.

Lanna-Frank!

Where are you?

Well, come over already.

We're waiting for you.

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- Sh*t! Hold on!

So, where are you?

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