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I'm all out of spares.|Should have been home hours ago.
That's got it.
Thanks.|See you in a half hour.
Get me out of this trap!
I didn't touch your fag rags,|you understand?
Who the hell else touched them then?|There's only you and me in here.
- Piss off!|- Hey, man, don't f***in' tell me to piss off.
I just did, a**hole.
Come on.|Come on, big cowboy.
- Come on!|- Get ya down there!
- Kick the sh*t out of him!|- Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey!|What's going on in there?
Kill the mother!
Die, you f***er!|You son of a b*tch!
You goddam scum!|I'll kill you!
Will you take it easy?
Put him up here.
Doc, keep your shoes|in one place, man.
F*** you too.
Come on.|Get on the table.
Hey. Hey!|Stick, we gotta go!
I want to ask you a question.|Do you think it's humane...
Come on, man.|Let's get out of here.
All right,|we got three minutes.
Let go.|Let go, man.
Get in the box.|Get in the box!
- Okay. See you next week.|- Right.
- Good night.|- Good night. Thanks.
Are we out?
- We out?|- Yeah.
- Who's this?|- Uh, that's, uh, Maria McGuire.
I hope so.|That's all we got.
May I, uh-|Thank you.
- See the game last night?|- No, no. I missed it.
Whoa. Don't get your hands|too close to his mouth.
- Yeah, I'd like another cup of coffee, please.|- Okay.
- And I'd like a side order of sausage.|- You bet.
- How long has he been in there?|- About ten minutes.
- That is disgusting.|- Really?
My God. Do you eat like that|in front of your mother?
- It's an old family custom.|- Well, I'll tell ya, it's not healthy.
No, but I'm afraid|you're gonna tell me.
You've got to savour|the qualities of the cuisine.
First the smell-|Oh, for Christ's sake-
There he is. Come on. Let's go.|Pay the cheque.
Come on. Let's get the forklift up here.|Come on. Let's go.
There he is.
All right, he's not here.|You check upstairs. I'll take the docks.
Oh, no, no. I picked up the cheque.|You take the fish.
Pardon me. Excuse me.|Sorry. My fault.
Sorry. Oh, God.
What do you think you're doin'?
- Hey!|- Freeze!
Now you're under arrest.
Oh, God, I hate this part.
I'm on fire
- Took you long enough.|- It's my one desire
- Desire to win|- Free air, man. Free air.
- You have no idea. -|Yeah. Let's move. - Desire
Hi, Bernie.|I'd like some prints.
What is that smell?|Chris?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, looks like somebody's|been in a fight,Jack.
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