Road House

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(man) # She's run out of money #

# She's run out of love #

# One more chance, she said #

# lf you love me, baby, pay the rent #

# Don't throw stones

You don't know #

# lt's not what you say

lt's what you do #

# Don't throw stones #

Go ahead.

# Twice as bad a break #

# If you Iove me, buy me a big TV #

# You good-for-nothing, Iazy chiId #

# Don't throw stones

You don't know #

# It's not what you say

It's what you do #

# Don't throw stones #

# Don't throw stones

You don't know #

How about some goId pIastic?

(glass smashes)

"(woman)" You asshoIe!

What do you take me for?

Hey, get the f*** away from him.

Let go, dammit! Let f***ing go!

It's time for you gentIemen to Ieave.

It's aII right.

We were just having a IittIe fun.

It's OK. I'm sorry.

(shocked gasps)

OK, DaIton, I've aIways wanted to try you.

I think I can take you.

Outside.

OK. So here we are, Iet's go.

- Come on, hotshot.

- Come on! Come on, Iet's do it.

- DirtbaII, where you going?

- Moose-Iips, get back here!

- D*ckhead!

- What are you, the Seven Dwarfs?

# Don't throw stones

You don't know #

# It's not what you say

It's what you do #

# Don't throw your stones #

# Don't throw stones

You don't know #

Can I taIk to you for a minute?

Name's DaIton, right?

I don't know you.

My name is TiIghman.

Frank TiIghman.

I have a IittIe cIub outside Kansas City

caIIed the DoubIe Deuce.

It used to be a sweet deaI.

Now it's the kind of pIace that

they sweep up the eyebaIIs after cIosing.

Anyway, I've come into

a IittIe bit of money.

I'd Iike to make a better Iife for myseIf.

I need somebody

to heIp me cIean the pIace up.

I need the best.

- Wade Garrett's the best.

- Wade Garrett's getting oId.

- He's stiII the best.

- I want you.

$5,000 up front. $500 a night, cash.

You pay aII medicaI expenses.

I can Iive with that.

I run the show... compIeteIy.

- When the job's done, I waIk.

- I've got your pIane ticket right here.

I don't fIy.

Too dangerous.

- WeII, when do I expect you...

- Don't. I'II get there.

- DaIton, you aII right?

- It's just a scratch.

By the way, Oscar, Bandstand's aII yours.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- I'm outta here.

Great.

You know, I thought you'd be...

..bigger.

Yo.

- What do I Iook Iike, a vaIet?

- Keep it. It's yours.

Hm?

(# ''On the Road Again''

by The Jeff Healey Band #)

# Well, l'm so tired of cryin'

But l'm out on the road again #

# l'm on the road again #

# l said l'm so tired of cryin'

But l'm out on the road again #

# l'm on the road again... #

Oh, a Mercedes!

(whooping)

Hey, hotshot,...

..what's wrong with Detroit cars?

Don't come back, peckerhead.

(rowdy shouting)

"(man)" Bring on the reaI band!

# Take a tip from me, baby, pIease #

# Don't you cry no more #

# Don't you cry no more #

# But I ain't goin' down

that Iong, oId Ionesome road #

# AII by myseIf #

Son of a b*tch! #

Yo, Steve.

F*** 'em. They're brothers.

You're ripping my best f***in' shirt.

You know, I get off at two,...

..and I'd just Iove to get you off

about a haIf an hour after that.

By God, you're a put-together woman.

Ladies first, asshoIe.

Hey! Hey, baby, come

and have fun with us a IittIe whiIe.

Damn it. MongreI!

Oh, Jesus, not here.

FoIIow me to the bathroom.

I need a drink.

- Vodka rocks.

- You got it, baby.

Hey, vodka rocks.

What do you say

you and me get nippIe to nippIe?

I can do that without you.

(screams)

Get him out of here - now.

Come on, man. Get your hands off me.

You're not drinking. You're outta here.

Hey! Don't Iet him bother you.

Morgan was born an asshoIe

and just grew bigger.

I'm Carrie Ann.

If you need anything - anything -

you just Iet me know.

You got a name?

Yeah.

WeII? What is it?

DaIton.

Oh, my God.

Sh*t. I heard of you.

"(bangs bar)" Carrie Ann!

What are you waiting for? Christmas?

- Move!

- Oh, shut up. I'm goin'.

Jesus Christ.

- Get him out of here.

- Let's go, SIeeping Beauty.

Come on, move it.

Come on. What do you

think this is, a rest home?

AII right, y'aII, we'II be back in ten. We

gotta drain the main vein. Stick around.

Hey, you're paid to pIay. PIay.

F***!

(# ''Runaround Sue'' plays on jukebox #)

- Thanks, man.

- You pIay good for a bIind, white boy.

Yeah, and I thought you'd be bigger.

- DaIton, how ya doin'? It's good to see ya.

- Same here, man.

The boys and I heard

you were coming into town.

Man, this toiIet is worse than

the one we worked in Dayton.

ReaIIy?

Oh, man! It's a mean scene

around here, man.

There's bIood on the fIoor every night.

- Hank, you know who that is?

- Who?

DaIton.

# Gonna teII Aunt Mary about UncIe John #

# He says he's got the bIues,

but he has a Iotta fun #

# Oh, baby #

# Ye-e-eah, baby #

# Woo-oo-ooh, baby... #

That guy at the end of the bar

is f***ing DaIton, man.

He kiIIed a guy once.

Ripped his throat right out.

BuIIshit.

- What ya need, buddy?

- Coffee, bIack.

Ever seen a better pair of attitudes?

Fine, ain't they?

I'II teII you what, for 20 bucks,...

- ..you can kiss 'em.

- Are you kidding?

Ten a kiss. Here and now.

Go ahead. Do it, go on.

- Go on.

- Come on. Come on.

Ten a kiss. Go ahead.

Yeah!

Hey, buddy, what are you doin'?

Are you gonna kiss 'em or not?

- I can't.

- What do you mean, you can't?

I ain't got 20 bucks.

What? You...!

- Oh, sh*t.

- Fight!

Break it up!

(glass shattering)

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