Peelers

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- Hey, back to the bar, Tony.

Stop harassing the newbies.

- What, I'm cleaning

enough panties.

- You're on tonight,

Tina, get ready.

- I don't know, blue Jean.

- Last chance, sweetie.

- Hey, we gonna see some

titty balls tonight?

- If you're lucky.

- You don't know how sick I feel

every single day I see you

working in my f***ing kitchen.

- Play nice, farmer John.

You need anything?

- A new kitchen staff.

Your worthless and weak.

- Just won't

give up, will you, Tony?

- This just came

in boss, for you.

- No card?

- Jean.

- Secret admirer.

- Blue, help me.

- You're such a

f***ing child, Frankie.

- Right, says the

girl wearing a diaper.

- Well, it makes more

money than your face does.

- Nice flowers.

- Mm-hmm.

How ya feelin', red?

- Oh, wow, those are gorgeous.

Who they from?

- No idea, you can have 'em.

Junior.

- Sorry, ladies.

Chromagnum's here.

- Let him fester for a bit.

- Your office.

- Shall I bring junior out

of retirement for this one?

- Can you fix it?

- Again?

What are you cutting through?

Adamantium?

Probably just needs some oil.

- So, you guys

got any big plans.

- Yeah, probably gonna open up

my own chainsaw repair business.

- Ha, ha.

You gonna get back

into fightin'?

- Nah, those days are behind me.

Time to settle down.

- Uh-huh.

Think you're ready for

the big leagues, huh?

- Let's hear it for nasty Nanda.

She's got the longest

tongue in town,

and she makes the

best bitchin' rummies.

- What's this for?

- To clean yourself up.

- Wasting your time.

- Why?

- What I hear,

she's more than your Nazi

tit regime can handle.

- What do you mean?

What do you mean?

Somebody order some pizza?

- Nice try, pervert.

- Thanks, sweetie.

- Uh, I have to talk to you.

- No, not now, Tony.

- Ew.

- What the f*** are you doing?

- I can't help it.

Baby loves this stuff.

Pizza?

- No thanks.

- Is newbie aware

of all the rules?

- There's really only

one rule to follow.

We have a strict

touch and go policy.

As in, they touch you, they go.

So, tell Tony or Remy and

they'll take care of it.

Or do yourself a favor and

invest in boxing lessons.

- Just ask Remy.

He's an awesome trainer.

- Or, you could

be lazy and stupid

and spend the

money on a Beretta.

- You're packing heat?

- You went through my stuff?

- Why do you need

the gun anyway?

You can kick the sh*t out of

anyone with your baby bottle.

- Keep it off the floor, Elaine.

See something you like?

- Got some nice, youngin's

there, Ms. Murdock.

- It's Douglas.

- Well, I thought.

- You thought wrong.

What are you doing here?

- Oh, just came to

dot a few I's, cross a few t's.

- My chair.

- My chair soon.

- Not 'til closing.

- No matter.

Won't be much of

anything soon enough.

- What the hell's

that supposed to mean?

- Enjoy your last

night, Ms. Douglas.

Hey, you wouldn't wanna throw

in the motorbike of yours?

Part of the deal?

I'll make it worth your while.

- No deal.

- How does a small town stripper

come in possession of a

state issued motorbike.

- Santa clause.

- Santa clause.

Yeah, right.

- Jackal.

- Watch it.

- It was an accident, compadre.

- So was he.

Jesus.

- Yes?

- Get the f*** out of my way.

- I prefer Jesus!

- What'd he want?

- Mark his territory.

- I assume you told

him where he could go.

What is it?

- Something he said.

I think he's just gonna

tear this whole place down.

- What do you care?

You'll be gone before they

clean the first cum

stain off the wall.

- Remy, be nice.

- Just puttin' it

in perspective.

- Hey.

Don't let that f***in' bean bag

destroy all the great

memories of this place.

Still no word from Logan?

- Nope.

- He'll be here.

He's got a knack for showin'

up when you least expect it.

Look, why don't you go

outside, get some air.

It'll do you good.

- What with the

animal hall of fame?

- Oh, that's our menu board.

- You serve bear?

- It's delicious.

Our head chef hunts it himself.

- Mario won't eat

anything that hairy,

except for maybe his wife.

- So, what can I get you guys?

- A round of the

spirit ale, please.

- Ooh, can I have

a salad, please.

- Ooh, a salad.

Don't forget to order

a set of cajones

to replace the pair

you are missing.

- Can you turn up

the heat, please?

- Yeah, I'll see what I can do.

- Tequila, pronto!

- Strike one.

- Travis, get off the bike, man.

- Relax.

- Uh, hey, blue Jean.

I was just showing my

buddy here your bike.

He didn't believe me that

you owned a pig chopper.

- That's one sweet ride.

How the hell did you

get your hands on this?

- Police auction.

- I call bullshit.

- I call happy hour.

- How much you want for it?

- It's not for sale.

If you want, I have a nice

little scooter I could show you.

- Well, hey, everything's

got a price, don't it?

Even you.

- Jesus Christ, Travis.

- Strike two.

No, you're right.

Just let me ask you, how

much is your dick worth?

- Excuse me?

- Well, everything

has a price, don't it?

And, since you don't

use yours very often,

I'm wondering how much

it's worth to you.

- Alright, let's go.

- Whoa, chill the

f*** out, Travis.

Do you wanna leave here

with your balls tonight?

- Mike, put it back

where you found it, okay?

- Sure thing, blue Jean.

Sorry about that, I thought

he'd be a bit more appreciative.

- Hey.

No harm done, right?

BJ.

- Strike three, you're out.

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