Southside Page #4

---

Bang!

[Street noises]

[P.A. Audio feedback]

[Man, echoey]

Welcome to the Blitz club,

ladies and gentlemen,

boys and girls,

girls and girls, boys and boys,

and I don't care

what combination you are in,

because I judge not

lest I shall be judged.

Domino Nabisco,

cheese and crackers...

Bop, bop, bop,

bop, bop.

And, ladies

and gentlemen,

we have a lot of action

going on here tonight,

action,

as you can see.

Is he alive or dead

or what?

Or what.

Okay,

moving right along.

Look at this lovely

young couple right here.

My gosh, you better get yourself

a hotel room real quick.

Or you can have

the backseat of my car,

which is parked

right in the alleyway.

However, if you get in the backseat

of my car, I wish to join you.

My god, you are so cute.

Come here.

[Kissing sounds]

Who else

do we have here,

ladies and gentlemen,

that I know?

[Singsongy]

Oh, my gosh, it's Traaaviiis!

Hello, Travis.

How are you?

You want to box me,

boxing boy?

Come on,

boxing boy.

Let's go box.

Come on, come on,

boxing boy.

Oh, ooh,

he's so lovely, huh?

Is he tough

or not?

I love him, huh?

Give me a big kiss,

you big, big hunk of white meat.

[Kissing sound]

I love this guy.

Is he cute or what?

Huh?

Yes!

Get out of here.

I love you.

Don't forget to tip

the waitresses.

They gotta pay

to get in too.

Catch you later.

F***in' a**hole,

you told him.

I couldn't resist.

[Crowd chattering]

Whap!

- Uh!

- Sh*t!

(man)

Hey, hey, back off!

Just back off!

Back off!

If that hand

don't come up empty,

I'll break it,

I swear.

That f***in' prick

started it.

Lyin' f***,

f*** you!

Just get out!

None of that

Northside-Southside

crap in here, right?

You understand?

Just go!

I want my f***in'

money back.

(man)

Yeah, you want

your money back.

Come on, let's go!

Let's go.

F***.

What a nutcase

you are, man.

- Yeah.

- Just like your old man.

Yeah, it's f***in'

family tradition,

all that sh*t.

Ah, yeah, touching.

(man)

Hey, hey, Northside eats sh*t.

- Yeah.

- Your old man'd be proud of you,

you know that?

[Dribbling]

(Jacko)

F*ggot!

The f***!

I got a f***in' message

for Dumiak.

You tell him Mr. O'Malley

says he's f***in' dead.

Yeah, yeah,

all right, man.

F*** you!

F*** you!

Ah, you're breakin'

my f***in' neck, man.

And you're f***in' pissing

all over your pants.

Now, give me

the f***in' message.

Let me hear it.

Let me hear

the f***in' message!

All right!

Mr. O'Malley

says you're dead.

Now, f*** off!

Oh!

Piece of sh*t.

[Coughs]

[Grunting]

[Coughing]

What the f***

are you looking at?

(Annie)

Now, what do we do with this?

Mm.

This.

[Balloon squealing]

What?

[Laughing]

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes