The Warrior's Way Page #4

I once strung a man up

by his own hamstrings

because he cooked me a steak

well-done.

(laughs)

What?

Find that funny?

Or is it because of this?

(door opens)

Thank you, gentlemen.

This girl says she'll serve herself

up to you instead ofthe spics.

Have we, uh, met before?

No. We haven't.

This is bound to be a night

you will never forget.

You have good teeth.

I like that.

Colonel, as you unwrap me,

I'm sure you will find there's

a whole lot more of me to like.

I have no doubt ofthat.

And though I may be young,

I was hopin' you could teach me

a thing or two.

Life's best lessons tend to hurt.

Sharp pain

can bring sharp pleasure.

Tell them to get.

This ain't the theatre.

Gentlemen, you heard the lady.

Make yourselves scarce.

(door closes)

Lynne!

She's not here!

Now I, I might say

some things during.

Feel free to answer if you like.

Nothing is too wrong.

I've been waitin' my whole life

for a place

where it's right to be wrong.

(grunts)

You know, I don't think any part

ofthe body is dirty or bad.

Just as long as it's well-scrubbed

Yes.

Assemble.

Now.

Now where do you plan

to begin the inspection?

(water splashing)

I like where the skin creases...

Go on.

Between your nice... big...

Moment I smelt your neck...

it all came flooding back.

No girl could ever smell as sweet.

You changed it all.

My world.

My face.

You changed my life,

little girl.

And now I'm...

I'm going to change yours.

(grunting)

That certainly is a beautiful scar

I gave you.

(grunts) A hard-on for a scar.

(chuckles)

Now that is wrong.

Oops.

I forgot.

Nothing tonight is wrong.

(grunting)

Tell the cook

to fry up some potatoes

(chuckles)

And while we're waiting,

I thought I should give you

what I was so generously offering

ten years ago.

Enjoy the show.

No! He's mine.

- Lynne...

- Are you all right?

Cover me!

Hold on!

Lynne!

Agh!

(indistinct murmuring)

(man) Pull it off.

- She got the wrong guy.

- That ain't him.

(woman) Oh, God help us.

Merry Christmas!

(laughs)

Sweet mother of God,

it's a goddamn butcher shop in here!

(indistinct murmuring)

I must go

or you will all be in danger.

(Eight-Ball)

We're in danger already.

Colonel's on the loose.

That's right.

Lynne here smoked the wrong guy.

Now the Colonel's coming back,

and he's bringing the whole damn family.

We need the guy who did

that butcherjob in the saloon.

Well, I say

we all just pack up and leave.

He's right! If you stay and fight,

you'll die like rats.

Well,

we'll die like rats with rifles.

What rifles?

You got a Chink with a sword

and a buncha juggling idiots.

- How dare you?!

- That ain't all we got.

Hey!

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