The Entitled Page #3

l couldn't have done it

without Frank.

- Uh--

- Frank, look at you.

- You missed your calling.

- No, l'm very happy behind the wheel.

No, l can just see a nice floral apron.

lt would suit you.

- Thanks.

- Avis, the kids are gonna love it.

Now get yourself home.

Oh, only if you're sure

that's all you need.

l'm sure. Home.

Okay. Good night.

Frank, l'm gonna need you

to hang around.

Bob can put them away, so we might

need you to give him a ride home later.

- Yes sir. Mm-hmm.

- Okay?

Go relax in the den, okay?

Why won't you let--

why doesn't he just stay here?

- He could, but he's not gonna.

- Why?

- That new blonde?

- Oh oh oh!

She reminds me of my second wife,

except l didn't have to buy her tits.

Badum-bum!

- Party time, my friend.

- Party time.

F***.

All right, on three we try--

try to grab my hand.

No, this is-- pull pull!

- Hailey:
l can't.

- F***! Aw, f***.

Shhh.

Please.

Jeff:

What do you want?

- Oh God.

- Don't you touch her!

- Nick:
Let us go.

- Hailey:
Please!

Nick:
Just let us go.

We can help you.

We can get you anything you want.

Just please don't-- don't hurt her.

Please don't hurt her.

Answer me!

Please just--

Where the hell is Bob?

He's probably checking the tax

on his grocery bill.

That's why he's worth 10 times

more than us put together, right?

Except when it comes to Jeff.

Oh, Jeff, yeah right.

Now what do you suppose

he got him for graduation?

Probably socks from Switzerland.

- And aftershave.

- From Paris!

That better not be him.

Hey, why don't you ditch the suit?

Freshen up.

Are you hitting on me?

Hello.

- Mr. Jones?

- Yes?

- Mr. Clifford Jones?

- Yeah.

- You have a daughter named Hailey?

- Yes.

- That's right.

- No, actually that's wrong.

l have her.

l've also got Bob and Slick's boys.

- You want to talk to them?

- What is it?

F***.

- Don't f***ing touch her!

- Tell us what you f***ing want!

Don't f***ing touch her.

Don't touch her.

- Just talk to us. Leave her alone.

- F***. Tell us!

All right.

So this is what's gonna happen--

What the hell's going on? lf you so much

as touch a hair on my daughter's--

Why don't you cut the ''if you touch her,

l'm gonna kill you''

f***ing shtick,

you jackass, okay?

l'm gonna tell you what to do, you're gonna

do it and that's gonna be it.

lt's as simple as that, okay?

Do you understand?

Okay.

Great.

l want a million dollars

from each and every one of you.

That's $3 million.

l want you to call your lawyers

and begin the bank arrangements.

There's gonna be no drop offs,

no suitcases full of money,

this is it.

l will call you in half an hour

with the bank accounts.

Do you have any questions?

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