Stretch Page #3
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- Year:
- 2014
- 94 min
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And I don't even believe
in ancestral curses,
but that's how f***ing deep I roll.
If Karl with a "K" represented
the light of the limo industry,
then its black hole, its darkest dungeon
came in the form of a nameless,
ageless Eastern European immigrant
known simply as, "The Jovi."
He lorded over his company Cossack
with an iron fist and a white-maned
hair metal band wig
that looked like Dog the Bounty Hunter
had been dropped into a deep fryer.
I don't care how it sounds.
That hair scared
the living sh*t out of me.
This blow-dried, death shroud that encased
The Jovi in permanent, perpetual shadow
made him seem indestructible.
F***!
What the f***, dude?
Naseem's going nuts!
What happened to Hasselhoff?
The Jovi got him?
Did you not get Naseem's speech
to the troops today?
I did, I did.
This is the fifth client we've lost
to The Jovi in the last month.
He picked off Andy Cohen last week
and he got Seacrest yesterday.
Flew him to Vegas personally.
What? Jovi's a f***ing pilot?
Naseem thinks he's monitoring
our dispatch calls.
I mean, I... I don't know.
Oh, is that why those guys
were in the office today?
Yep.
They wired us up so we can
eavesdrop on The Jovi.
- So we're stealing his clients too?
- Tit for tat.
I want in. Jovi jacked Hasselhoff,
and I want to steal The Jovi's next client,
whoever it is.
And not to mention, babe,
but I need the cash, badly.
I'm way too good to you.
I'll keep my eye out for a big fish
and let Naseem know.
It might buy you a stay of execution.
- I'll call you back.
- Yes, indeed.
Here you go.
Here it is.
That is called "take-charge sh*t," son!
"That is called 'take-charge sh*t, ' son!
"Yes, indeed. Yes, indeed.
"Hi, my name is Stretch,
"aka Billy Big Balls With Bad Ideas."
Karl would appear to me occasionally
when I was exhausted or otherwise beat.
Doesn't mean I can afford to lose it.
Wearing a mustache
that he said he grew in hell.
Just drink.
You're so boring. Do some blow.
- Anything...
- I need you to leave me alone.
I'm not here, dicksmoke! I'm a figment.
I'm your fragile, fagotty mind!
Fracturing from lack of sleep,
anxiety, weakness...
Failure.
I knew it was in my head, but lately,
he was showing up more and more.
You know, right before I blew my head off,
I rolled the gun barrel in powdered sugar.
It was between that and cake batter.
Which way are you leaning?
I couldn't kill myself.
You are killing yourself, fuckwit!
All right, so that was just dumb luck.
Iggy tracking me down,
making me late for Hasselhoff.
I gotta stay positive.
I'm pretty sure karma owes me one now.
F*** me!
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