The Car

Let's see how good you are.

You've got it, baby.

I'll race you. Come on.

You're a little

slow this morning, Peter.

You're getting old.

Yeah? Now who's getting old?

Well, how's that for slow?

Man, that got to be work.

Yeah.

Listen, you gotta give me a second chance.

- I'll race you through the tunnel.

- You're on. Hadn't had enough?

- Okay. Ready, set, go.

- Hey!

Give a girl a break.

Move over.

Hey.

Oh, my God, what is this guy doing?

Pete! Oh, God, what is he doing?

- What do you think you're doing?

- God!

Suzie, get away! Suzie!

Shit! Oh my God!

Oh, God!

Oh, no! Oh, my God!

Oh, God!

Good morning. I love you. Wade?

- What's going on?

- I'm watching you sleep.

That's about it from here.

Now back to you, Curt.

You've got dragon breath.

You really know how to hurt a guy.

What time is it?

It's 6:
30.

I think I heard the girls, too.

- Don't they ever sleep?

- Not when I'm here, they don't.

Come on, you know that's bull.

Good morning, Captain

Good morning, Son

Do you need another mule skinner

Out on your new mule run?

Did you ever notice it's impossible to

brush your teeth without wiggling your ass?

Everybody knows that.

- Wade?

- Boy, I feel great.

Did you leave a hair on the soap?

Yes. No!

You know, what we all have to do

is just sit down and talk.

Wade, you've been saying that for months.

When are we going to do it?

- I just want the girls to like me.

- Say what?

I said, what's a nice boy like you doing

working in a place like this?

- Well, come on, little lady, I'll show you.

- No, Wade.

Come on. No you don't, come back.

You do that again. Wade.

I got you.

No.

I gotta go home. I gotta get dressed.

Margie's gonna pick me up

for school at 7:
45.

- We got 10 minutes.

- Wrong.

You fell asleep last night, and you blew it.

So now, suffer, baby.

Lauren, Lauren?

- We got seven whole minutes.

- No.

- Look.

- What? Did I fall in love with a stopwatch?

- We're running out of precious time.

- Wait, no.

I've got to get to work.

Come to me, my little French maid.

Little manoeuvre I learnt

from one of my fourth graders.

She had all the little boys terrorized,

got all their ice cream money.

Fat little slob she was, but the queen.

She was the queen.

Easy, baby.

Stand up slowly,

put your hands on your head.

Wait.

Now, you listen to me, copper.

You move towards that door, see?

And I move slowly towards the back door.

At the same time, Lauren?

You wake your sleeping beauties...

I leave discreetly,

and you leave in one piece.

Anything you say, Captain Queeg.

A simple... would have been enough.

Do you think your father

would have approved of me?

Would he have had a choice?

- Bye-bye.

- Bye-bye.

All right, you phonies, get dressed,

double time, and don't forget the helmets.

You have your orders.

I'm getting out of here.

- Daddy!

- No, I'm not.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

Don't hit me.

Stop it, you'll wake the boy.

Damn it, I said shut up! I don't wanna

hear any more from you. Do you hear?

Always sneaking out!

You hit me again, I'm gonna call the police.

- The police?

- I swear.

You'll call the police, will you?

You've been messing around

with that barmaid all night, I know.

I'm gonna come home when I want to

without any sass from you.

You're messing around with that barmaid.

- Now you're starting up again!

- Hey, mister!

What the hell are you?

I just don't think

you ought to be hitting that lady.

You don't, huh?

That's my wife.

And none of your damn business.

Now get the hell out of here.

All right, stay cool now.

Wait a minute.

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