Repeaters Page #4

- l apologize.

He hasn't gotten laid in a bit.

-Avey long time.

You want to help me out with that?

- Oh...

- l'm sory, l'm sory.

That there male and that there female

are gonna pay for me.

- l have no money.

- F*** sakes...

- l'm so sory!

- Okay, thanks, partner,

that was great!

All right, uh,

l'm gonna sing a little song

to pay for some drinks.

- Woo!

- Yeah, that's right, pal!

And l'm gonna dedicate it

to my mo friends.

Y'all know who you are-

- It's us! We're his friends!

Oh, my darlin' oh, my darlin'

Oh, my dain'

Oh, my darlin' Clementine

- Let him sing!

Hey, let him sing!

(car horns blaring)

(laughing hysterically)

Oh, my dain'

Oh, my dain'

Oh, my darlin' Clementine...

(laughing)

(Weeks making goofy noises.)

- Where did you get this from?

- What was that noise?

(laughing)

And?

(oinking)

- Oh, that is--

Mine stinks, dude.

- Milady?

- Oh, sh*t. Wow.

- My friend.

One for you.

- Oh, my G--

Are we really gonna do this?

- Tell me you haven't always wanted

to knock om a liquor store?

-Are these things clean?

- What?

- Well, theyjam if they're dirty, right?

(laughing):
We're not going

to shoot anybody.

Okay, you know what,

the only thing that my old man cares about

more than his knife collection

is his f***ing gun collection.

So yeah, they're clean.

Let's do this, kiddies!

Oink! Oink!

(rock music)

Stick your hands up!

It's a stick-up! Let's go!

- Ty to touch my dick

and l'll blow your f***in' brains out!

Go!

(laughing)

- Sh*t...

- Open the f***in' register!

- Okay.

- You think this is f***in' funny?

Hury up!

Get me a bag, f***!

Quik! Here...

- What the f***?

(laughing)

- Sh*t, there's a car!

- What?

- There's a car, f***! Huy up!

- Let's go!

- Huy!

- Let's go, come on!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

(laughing)

(song playing)

(laughing)

(indistinct conversation)

Oh, my God, what the f***?

(laughing in triumph)

- How much did we get?

- l don't know, man.

There's like 500 bucks here

and 42 pennies.

(laughing)

l took it all, man. l took it all.

(wailing sirens approaching)

Sh*t...

(laughing)

(knocking)

(knocking on door)

- Yo, Tiko, what's up, man?

- Well, if it isn't

my favourite customer, man.

Long time, no show, bro.

- Yeah, man.

Look, um...

Michelle?

Charlotte?

Tiko, what the f***, man? Tell me

you didn't get my sister f***in' high.

- That's not all we did, G.

- Hey...

- Charlotte!

- Easy! F***... Jesus...

We good?

Nobody in there wants to talk to you.

Okay, man?

Sojust f*** om.

- F*** you.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- There's room foryou.

- Nice f***in' sweatpants.

(laughing)

- Don't woy, guys.

l know a guy that we can score from.

Welcome to my drug of choice, kiddies.

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