Mommy Page #3

at a mechanic's!

You just gotta check your sh*t,

lowball the sh*t out of it!

Look I know the market.

You watch your suspensions, you...

The market! Sure!

And I'm Marilyn Monroe!

Well beats being the metro's b*tch

and spending mad cash on cab rides!

Steve, lemme manage the budget

and focus on your beat-off schedule.

Yo, respect me, girl!

Treat me like an adult!

Mutual respect! Remember?

Yo sir, can you cut the bongos,

it f***ing sucks ass!

Let the driver listen to his bongos!

We're almost there.

Where the f*** are we!

Sir, I said don't take that street,

we'll get caught up in construction!

You never said that.

You say that earlier!

You kidding, right?

I said, "Don't take Ste-Hlne."

That's as clear as it gets!

And you still did, like a boss!

Watch your mouth, boy!

Sir, make a U-turn.

I can't, my friend.

- We're not your friends!

- Will you shut up, Steve!

Sir, it ain't my problem.

I told you DON'T go there.

It's like all you want is to boost...

What! You accuse me?

Telling me I'm trying to rip you off?

Chill out!

Look, you tell me I rip you off,

you tell me I'm a crook,

with your son!

- You yell at me!

- F*** off, Mamadou!

Steve!

What! Get outta my car! Now! Gut!

- You idiots!

- Why don't ya shut your mouth!

Imbeciles!

Piece of sh*t!

Damn savages!

That's quite a start, Stevo!

You gonna be my good luck charm.

I could call the cops!

I'mma call them too, dawg!

I'll smash your face, little f***er!

Teach your son some manners!

B*tch!

- What'd you call my mom?

- Back off!

What d'y0u just call my mom,

you big monkey!

I ain't got time for pigs today!

Motherfucking n*gger!

- Stop it!

- You shut your mouth, b*tch!

F***ing ratface!

Get out and fight me!

Ratface! N*gger!

I think he got your point!

Go back to your jungle

mixing coconut drinks!

Not in my country!

Stop being so racist!

I'm not being racist!

He's a n*gger!

Sit your ass down.

Hi, Diane. Unfortunately...

Excuse me, Gilles, I'm so sorry.

Forty minutes...

Yes, Diane.

I'm so happy to see you.

Mr. Gravel's on sick leave.

I know, it's disappointing.

But by all means, sit down.

What favour did you want

to ask my husband?

I'm all ears

and I cannot wait to help you.

Yo, girl!

D'you want me to show ya

some sweet chill-out technique?

I'd like to hear Gilles' opinion.

I'm afraid I don't, doll.

Don't call me doll.

Gilles' gone, he can't

run the place and I'm in charge now.

Sure he'd have been very moved

by your charms,

but the decision's mine.

You can't do this.

The hell, I can.

You're not permanent.

You'll be compensated.

100% legal.

So no more Dear Abby?

Yeah, only a real journalist

will write it.

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