Spanish Judges Page #3

I don't know what the point is.

Stupid--

You're stupid.

You're a stupid b*tch!

- Jamie:
Where are you going?

- To get my money.

Yo.

Did I tell you

to come with me?

Stay here.

You can't come with me.

You call him a cheat

and he'll shoot you dead.

- Piece:
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Come here, baby.

( door slams )

Oh, that's Jack, honey.

At least that's what

we're calling him for now.

- Who are you?

- You mean right now?

She's from another planet.

Do you want to talk to her?

Do you want to hear

stories about meteors

and comets

and little green men?

Of course that doesn't make her

any more full of sh*t than you are.

Baby, why don't

you go and get Angie?

I'll go get Angie now.

I'm from Mars.

Martians know all your secrets.

Psst!

Get in there.

What is that all about?

Ask Piece, she's his.

He picked her up a while ago when

we were living in New Orleans.

She was trying to sell

magnolia blossoms to the people.

Baby:
Fly!

What are you doing?

What did I tell you?

- Sorry.

- That's okay.

So anyway, she was trying to

sell these flowers

and she had

the idea all wrong.

She was actually paying people

to take the things from her.

When we were getting ready

to leave town,

Piece decides to bring

her along.

I guess it makes him feel

important to have a human pet.

I hope it makes him

feel good about himself.

He ain't doing shitfor her.

She's better off on the street.

Being owned is

better than starving to death.

Bullshit.

It's a pity you

don't look anything alike.

I always hoped Max

had an identical twin.

Somebody with his face

and someone else's head.

( singing lullaby )

Jamie, Max is crazy.

I don't know what

he'll do

if he finds his brother

tied to a chair.

Hmm?

The sh*t I get talked into.

( door opens )

Jamie!

If I don't get a cashew nut,

I'm gonna puke!

Jamie!

Jamie!

Jamie, we're moving on.

Close up your deals,

don't take on anymore.

We are no longer residents

ofthis stinkhole city.

I have not had a pleasant

stay in the city of Los Angeles.

I have had a profitable stay,

in the city of Los Angeles.

But that's okay.

That's okay.

Because I've learned something.

And when I'm learning something,

nobody can say

that I'm moving assways.

You know what I learned?

I learned you can't get back

respect once you've lost it.

Do you remember when

we first came to this city?

People would see me

and they would say,

"That man has had

some success."

"That man has success

written all over him."

"That is a successful man."

And they all

treated me accordingly.

You know?

Nice comments about my shoes,

my clothes, valet parking...

Yeah!

A couple of bad things--

a few weeks--

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