Nothing to Lose Page #4

Know what your problem is? You don't

have the respect of your woman, man.

That's what it is.

Me, I got all that.

I go home, my dinner's

on the table.

Bam! I don't wanna

hear sh*t, woman.

- And if I want lovin'... if I'm

in the mood... I get that too.

- You're so full of sh*t.

What would you have done?

Man, I would have went back

to that house and I'd have pulled

a Terminator on the front door.

Boom, boom, boom!

Who the f*** do you

think you're playin' with, woman?

Who do you think I am, some fruity pie?

I ain't no fruity pie.

I'm... I'm Nick Beam.

That's what I told her.

I'm Nick Beam.

And Nick Beam ain't puttin' up

with that bullshit.

She'd have been crying, you know? "Oh,

Nick, oh, Nick, please take me back.

Please, please, Nick.

It was only one time."

I'm gonna "one time" your ass.

Nick Beam is the master of his fate...

the ruler of his destiny.

So if you wanna cry

on somebody's shoulder,

why don't you cry on Superdick?

As for Nick Beam,

I'm ft, lit...

and I damn sure

ain't takin' no sh*t.

So you can get the f*** out.

That's what I woulda

told the b*tch.

That's what I

told the b*tch.

- What the...

- Hey, hold it. Hold it.

Break it up. Break it up.

What's goin' on here?

Should I pay cash, or do you

wanna use your credit card?

Ah, fu... Oh... Ah...

Oh, sh*t.

- Put the money in the bag.

Put the money in the f***in' bag!

- Okay.

- Sh*t.

- Let's go! Put the money

in the f***in' bag.

Sh*t.

You weren't gonna leave

without me, were you?

- What do you think you're doing?

- There's a special they got goin' on.

You get a free stack of cash

with every fll-up. Some luck, huh?

How stupid can you be?

- We better get out of here.

- You take that money back.

- I'm serious, man. We better get goin'.

- We'll get goin' as soon you

bring back that money.

- I'm not bullshittin'! Move out!

- I'm not going anywhere

until you return...

Here we go.

- Why? Why? Why?

- I didn't have any money, man.

- Oh, you had money.

- No. No. That fve dollars

I gave the waitress was it.

- What the...

- Oh, great. Buford's come to kill us.

- Persistent hillbilly motherf***er.

- He has every right to be.

You robbed him at gunpoint.

You dick!

Hey, hey, you're the one who threw

the wallet out the f***in' window.

Smart.

Great!

Oh, sh*t.

- All right, man. What you doin'?

- Come on, a**hole.

Well, would you look

at these crazy sons a b*tches?

Oh, sh*t. We gonna die.

Pull off the f***in' road.

Man, would you pull

off the f***in' road!

Oh, sh*t!

- Oh, sh*t!

- Oh, sh*t.

Hey, Earl.

Oh, sh...

I'm alive! You alive!

How'd you know that hillbilly

was gonna turn frst?

You did know he was gonna

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