The Way of the Gun

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Hey. Yeah, you. Get up.

What are you, retarded?

Get off the fucking car!

Hey, dickless, get off

the fucking car!

Hey, fucksuck, get your slippery

fucking ass off the car!

Listen to me! Get off the fucking

car with your fucking ass!

Shut that cunt 's mouth, or I'll

come over and f*ck-start her head!

Do something. Go.

You're gonna wish you never

got up this morning, asshole...

because my boyfriend's gonna

f*ck you up. And then after that...

while he's fucking up your gay

uncle, I'll cut off your cock...

and mail it to your mother,

your fucking faggot bitch!

Gaylord fucking bitch! How do you

like that? A lot? Fucking faggot!

You like to ass-f*ck?

Want a fucking head-f*ck?

You like to f*ck baby heads?

You like to f*ck boys?

He'll f*ck you in the ass! He's not

even gay, but he'll do it just....

Honey. Honey.

She's got a big mouth, but she's not

kidding. I'm gonna whip you silly.

You want to do the man-dance?

First dance's yours.

Why would you pick a fight

with them? Why?! Look at me!

-Look at my fucking face!

-You're more beautiful than ever!

I'll call myself Mr. Parker.

My associate will be Mr. Longbaugh.

There is a natural order,

the way things are meant to be.

The order says the good guys always

win,you die when it's your time...

or you have it coming,

and the ending is always happy...

if only for someone else.

Our path had been chosen and we

had nothing to offer the world...

our options narrowing down

to petty crime or minimum wage.

So we stepped off the path...

and went looking for the fortune

that we knew was looking for us.

Once off the path,you do what

you can to eat, to keep moving.

You don't blow your chance with

nickel-and-dime. No comforts.

Need is the ultimate monkey.

A pint of your blood can fetch you

50 bucks. A shot of cum,3 grand.

You keep your life simple,

and you can literally self-sustain.

-What qualifies you as a donor?

-I'd say I'm a fairly intelligent...

good-looking man,

physically fit, stable.

Thank you, mister.

Heterosexual?

-Can I ask you something?

-Sure.

Are you a faggot? See, you asked me

if I was heterosexual.

I asked you the same, only I was

clear about the answer I wanted.

-I asked if you were heterosexual.

-I've never killed a man.

-I beg your pardon?

-I said I've never killed a man.

-I didn't ask you if you had.

-You asked why I was qualified.

I wonder why that strikes you

as important for semen donation.

It 's a big fucking.... Excuse me,

a very important qualification.

-No one's ever said that before.

-Have you ever asked?

-No.

-You should.

Take Los Angeles, okay? If I say

that Los Angeles has become...

a Mecca for homosexual migration,

I'm right. But look at what I said.

I make it sound like faggots are

miscreants who need to move around.

I'm also likening them to Muslims,

or Muslims to them.

-"LA's full of faggots" is honest.

-Why is that a big deal?

-Nobody brings up necrophilia!

-Of course they don't. It 's sick.

-You brought it up. I didn't ask.

-You should.

"Faggot." Just say it.

-I can't say that.

-Funny. If I grab a woman's ass...

and she punches me,

she's fighting for her rights.

But if a faggot grabs my ass and

I punch him, I'm a homophobe.

-Let 's just move on.

-Are... you... a faggot?

Any trace of mental

illness in the family?

It 's not what you say anymore,

is it? It 's all in how you say it.

Yeah, can you hold on just a sec?

Where were we?

Okay, listen.

Let 's pretend you don't smoke and

and overlook the coke breakfasts.

Let 's imagine you get your life

together and get up before noon.

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