Repoman Page #5

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What's going on?

Take a look at this.

[Otto chuckling]

It looks like sausage.

It isn't sausage, Otto.

That's a picture

of four dead aliens.

[Snickering]

Laugh away, fuckface.

That picture's gonna be on the cover of

every major newspaper in two days' time.

How do you know that?

Part of a secret network.

A scientist who's also

in our secret sect...

smuggled the corpses

off this Air Force base.

Now he's got them in the trunk of his car.

It's a Chevy Malibu.

We've got to find him.

What are you gonna do with them,

put them on Johnny Carson?

Yes.

We're going to have a press conference

and tell the world.

[Snickering]

[Otto laughing]

"United Fruitcake Outlet".

My door doesn't work.

(man on radio) Look, it's curling up.

(woman) How cute!

Maybe we should

take it home.

Doesn't seem to have an owner.

Oh, yes, let's!

(radio announcer)

But no!

No matter how appealing, do not let

strange creatures in your house.

We all know strange creatures

are on the increase.

Many of them do seem

furry and adorable...

but beware!

We do not know from whence they came.

[Sighs]

Thanks for the ride.

Sure.

I don't know. What do you think?

You wanna go out with me again sometime?

I don't know. I'm gonna, kind of,

be busy with work...

and the Malibu

and everything.

Okay, great.

Terrific.

Here's your sh*t.

What's your problem? I mean,

girls might like you...

if you lightened up

a little bit.

F***, man. Girls pay

to go out with me, all right?

Wanna get back in the car?

What, here?

Yeah.

[Leila giggling]

(Otto)

F***ing seat.

[Leila screaming]

(Oly)

$20,000 for a Chevy Malibu?

Who's Double X

Finance?

(Marlene)

Storefront operation.

But the money is

in escrow.

Want me to notify

the boys?

No.

They're always bitching

about their caseload.

Think I'll go out for a while.

Why, are we out of beer?

Somebody has to

work around here.

Keep making me money, kid.

F*** you.

(Lite) Man, we been

looking for this...

little red devil

for a long time.

Just act natural. Nobody knows

if this is your car or...

somebody else's car.

Don't worry about that. Come on.

You give it a try, all right?

But if this has one, I know you'll

find it, boy. Come on.

Got it.

[Alarm blaring]

You take this,

I'll take that.

Hurry up

and get out of here.

[Alarm continues blaring]

Put your

seat belt on, boy.

I don't ride with anybody unless

they wear their seat belt.

It's one of my rules.

Put the damn gun down, boy.

Ain't no toy. Sh*t.

[Engine revving]

I walk into someone's

place of work...

they're sh*t-scared.

They know I'm not a cop.

They think I've come

to kill them. And I would.

I'll kill anybody

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