Jinxed! Page #5

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I never feel cheap, Willie. Never.

- Sorry, no offense.

- No offense.

Where do you want to go?

- Someplace where we can breathe.

- You want to breathe?

Fine. I know a lot of places

where we can go breathe.

- Not heavily.

- No, I promise.

Cross my heart.

Yeah, but why me?

I mean, why did he zero in on me?

He says you're his own personal patsy.

- And you're someone he can dominate.

- Thas bullshit.

Yeah, thas what I thought, till he

chased you out of Vegas and Tahoe.

Look, Willie, you better face it.

Pretty soon there's not gonna be

any Nevada left.

And wors gonna get to Atlantic City

long before you do.

Then where are you going to go?

Puerto Rico? The Bahamas?

Look, wherever it is, I guarantee you,

Harold will be waiting with open arms...

by the time your plane lands.

And I gotta tag along,

and I hate the f***ing tropics.

I want to say something to you

that I never said to anybody before.

Wait, I want to say something first...

- something I've never said to anyone before.

- Yeah, what?

Help me murder Harold.

What?

- Murder?

- Yeah, murder.

- Shut up!

- Why? Who can hear us?

What do you think would happen

if you and I just ran off together?

- I'm not afraid of him. If he comes after you...

- No, is me.

Don't you understand?

Supposing you and I had a fight sometime,

and I storm out.

A voice in my head will say,

"Go back to where you belong."

And I'll find myself knocking on his door

all over again.

So I have to knock the guy off

because you're an idiot?

No, you don't have to knock the guy off.

You can go tend bar. You can pump gas.

You can sell aluminum siding.

You can do anything.

Anything except

the one thing you love to do.

The one thing you do the best.

If you quit, you're letting Harold beat you,

not just at blackjack.

He beats you at life.

As long as Harold is alive, you're a loser.

Yeah, I'm also not in jail for murder.

I'll have to think about it.

- You're still hoping to beat him.

- Yeah, thas part of it.

You see where hoping got me?

I just don't know where I'm at, you know?

You're at the end of the line, Willie.

And that is why

The poets always write

That there's a new moon up above

Is cherry pink and apple blossom white

When you're in love!

Hey, everybody, remember this dance?

Get up, you little bunnies

And hop, hop, hop!

- Come on up. Come on. Oh, sure you can.

- No, I can't.

Go ahead. They'll teach you.

You're here. Oh, God. You're two hours late.

I thought you died or something.

I'm sorry. I couldn't get away before.

Whas on your mind?

I can't talk now.

I'm in the middle of a medley.

I'm on my break. I only got five minutes.

Whas it about?

It was serious. About Harold.

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