Ocean's Twelve Page #2
you're playing the race card, Frank.
Now, why is that?
You can let go of my feet now.
- This don't bother you?
- Of course it bothers me, mate.
- What the do you want me to do?
- Well, it's up.
You can't hear none of the lyrics.
You can't get with the beat
with all them bleeps in it.
You want a single
on the radio...
...it's what you have to do.
Well, it's , isn't it?
Totally !
right, it's .
What the is that?
Somebody must be in 2.
Oh, !
And you haven't contacted
Because, really, I don't think there's
any reason to involve him or my mom.
It's all on you, Linus.
Okay. Good.
- Good. Because I have a whole network...
- Get out of my car.
Thank you.
- Mr. Bloom?
- Yes.
There appears to be
a slight problem with your card.
Oh, well, yes. Here.
I'm afraid not, sir.
Why?
Your business manager
said you would understand.
Todd said I would understand?
No, Mr. Benedict.
Mr. Benedict. Mr...
Oh, yes.
An old friend, a practical joker.
Tell Mr. Benedict
he's won this round, yes.
Terry Benedict.
Old Terry.
She's looking at me
from across the room.
And she's crazy about me, I can tell...
...because she's been staring
at me all night. So suddenly...
...I just go up to her, and I grab her.
And I've got her really close to me...
...and her eyes are all fiery.
And my eyes are fiery.
And it's like... It's electric.
And I say to her, "Mom...
Mother..."
What?
Thanks for letting me finish.
What can I say?
You're a funny guy.
Oh, yeah. My friend Rusty.
He owns this hotel in Los Angeles...
...Iosing a lot of money,
and he's got no life.
He's a nice, bright kid,
but he's beating his brains out.
Do you think I could send something
through you, like, a message to him?
I read your palm, not his.
Somebody who could do that could do
very well. Anything on my health?
- My hips are bothering me.
- Please.
This? You couldn't see this?
- I tried knocking, he won't open.
- I'll handle it. I know him.
Jesus Christ, are you people retarded?
- It says, "Do not disturb"!
- It's me.
Hey.
Come on in.
Jeez, Topher, you didn't
have to go all Frankie Muniz on me.
I'm sorry. Rust, look, I know
this is your joint.
I just...
There's this girl.
I love her, man.
I love her, but she is driving me crazy!
I can't sleep. I can't work.
I quit the show. I totally phoned in
- I mean, it's like...
- Hello?
God, it's almost like this
Kabbalah crap doesn't even work!
Rusty, call for you.
Dude, don't leave.
- Yeah?
- I have a message...
...for Robert Charles Ryan, soon to be
ex-owner of the Standard Hotel.
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