Mute Page #3

He drinks free, all right?

What are you having, Nicky?

Two shots, single malt.

Send that and a Stoli up to the office.

Two vodkas

on the rocks, please, mate?

- Chop, chop.

- Come on, boy.

No hard feelings about last night.

These things happen, all right?

Oh yeah, one more thing, mate.

Where's that little blue-haired waitress

from yesterday? Hmm?

'Cause I'd like to give her

an apology as well.

I'd like to give her a very big apology.

Come here!

Hey, stop!

Leo, you're fired.

Cocksucking commie a**holes.

It's a good likeness, babe.

You know who drew that?

That f***ing barman

who beat up my ticket out of here.

God! This place...

No wonder the Krauts

keep invading other countries.

If I knew I was stuck here

for the rest of time,

I would be blitzkrieging my ass

through France too.

You'll make it back to the States.

It's gonna be great.

Uh-oh... Someone's awake.

Come here.

Say hi to your Uncle Duck.

What are you doing awake? Oh.

Oh, man. What a beautiful babe.

You sure she's yours?

She says she can't sleep.

No? Did you have a nightmare?

- You want some water, honey?

- No, I'm gonna stick with beer.

- Bill, I need to take off.

- Okay. Here, take a cab.

You need any help with her again,

call me.

- Thank you.

- Bye, Josie. See you soon.

Hey, you did great tonight.

Thanks, Kanwal.

Bye.

Bye.

- She work at the club?

- She works at the parlor.

- Oh.

- Sweet kid.

What do you say we take you upstairs?

I'll read you a story.

Come on. I'll tuck you in.

By the way, what happened downstairs...

The little word game, "Wanna-be-a-papa"?

Don't do that again. I'll hurt you.

I was just playing, babe.

Hmm. And don't shtup our babysitter.

That'd be weird, right?

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Don't be shy. Screw that guy.

What do you want?

What do you want?

Don't know her.

You've got the wrong place.

Follow me, love.

You?

Get out.

You're going to get me in trouble.

If you haven't found her, it's probably

because she's finally dumped you,

you useless sh*t.

Or...

or...

maybe you're here for me.

Yeah. That's right.

Oh, what? What? Are you judging me now?

You f***ing tech-tard!

- Hey, Luba!

- Do you think your girlfriend's a saint?

You think your girlfriend's a saint,

don't you?

Trust me. Trust me. Naadirah has secrets.

You all right, Luba?

I touch his dick

and he jumps like a spooked dog.

Gunther.

Let me help you.

Da stargo tora.

Da stargo tora.

Da stargo tora.

All these people are here for IDs?

No, mate. The whole thing's organic.

Different crews in on different days.

You know, chop shops, data miners,

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