The Poker House Page #5

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F*** her.

And I ain't going to

bail the b*tch out neither.

Me go to jail on purpose.

That's just stupid on top of stupid.

If Duval comes

sniffin' around here,

you tell him I'll get with him

when I get with him.

And don't knock on my door.

I'm really, really tired.

He's late.

How you know

he's late?

You ain't got

no watch.

I know 'cause I know.

Yeah.

Here he comes.

You know, he own

this whole block.

Worst raggedy-ass block

I ever been on.

That's how come he's rich.

He saves up all his money.

Well, if that's rich livin',

I don't want no part of it.

Looks like your master

plan's workin' out there!

Now, why you want me to cut

you so goddamn bad, huh?

With what, them little lady

tweezers you got there?

Lady tweezers?

That's what the hell I got...

Shut up, you ugly ape!

Uh, good morning, Mr. Goldstein.

Morning, Popeye.

What time is it?

Time to go to work.

Sure is!

Like a whole lot of...

Hey! No cuts!

Ladies first,

huh?

You know you're just a

girl underneath all that.

Shut your ass up.

You a little boy.

Okay, so that's, uh...

- One dollar and 50 cents.

- One dollar and 50 cents. Very good.

Okay.

Aw, damn, baby girl.

Come on. Hurry up, now.

She can take her time.

So, that do it then, Bee?

- Yeah, I think so.

All right.

Thank you very much, Bee.

I will see you

in the morning.

Good Lord willing and the creek don't

rise, I'll see you in the morning too.

Uh, okay.

Next.

There you go. Uh-huh.

Popeye.

Molly Pitcher's Muscatel,

baby.

Goldfish

are so delicious.

Only in here though.

Sometimes I'll take 'em home

in my pocket and eat 'em,

but they didn't taste

good like this.

Know why they

call 'em Goldfish?

'Cause long ago boys

in college fraternities,

they'd eat real, live, swimmin'

goldfish with scary eyes...

on a dare...

a double dog dare.

And they'd have to do it, or else

they'd be killed by their teachers.

We can eat Goldfish, too, except they

aren't alive and they're good for ya.

Like some?

That's sweet, little girl,

but I don't eat that sh*t.

It makes the scotch taste funny.

Dolly, ain't you got

no Tony Tiger or Colonel Crunch?

This little girl 'bout to bust a gut

f***in' with these 'plorable things.

I eat the head first.

Why, you ask?

So they don't bite ya.

It's kinda sad though,

leave a pile of tails

and all.

Did you know goldfish

can eat themselves to death?

It's true, it's true!

I wouldn't lie.

If you feed 'em enough,

they'll eat and eat until they explode.

For real!

I'd like to see that, even though

it would be real sad though.

Here.

Two packs of Valiants, lady.

He's a bad boy.

Never called nobody father.

Why bother?

When you left...

you took God with you.

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