Thursday Page #3
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- Year:
- 1998
- 87 min
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You are working so f***ing hard
to be what you think I want...
instead of giving me what I need.
Quit trying so hard.
Why don't you just be yourself?
I don't want
Fred MacMurray, Casey.
I want you.
You, the cocky,
determined guy, full of life.
-"Full of--"
- You wouldn't like who I am.
I married you!
I love you.
I don't want
to lose you, Christine.
Christine!
There is nothing in that case
but a pack of legal documents.
Maybe a box of condoms.
That's it.
[ "Phone Ringing" ]
Yeah?
I just want to know one thing.
What kind
of f***ing drugs are you on?
What?
I want to know what kind
of "f***ing drugs" you were on...
to make you think you could
bring f***ing smack into my house!
- That briefcase was locked, Case.
- Yeah? Sue me!
That wasn't very trusting
of you to go through my sh*t.
This ain't exactly me borrowing
your trading cards here, Beave.
You brought sh*t into my house!
Into my home!
Which I invited you
into as my f***ing guest!
You know what they did
in ancient Rome...
when a visitor violated
somebody's hospitality?
They cut off his dick and they
nailed it to the f***ing gate!
See, this is why
I didn't want to tell you.
I knew that you would have very
little enthusiasm for this deal.
I had a little business
to finish up in Houston,
and I wanted to tell you
"adios" face to face.
I want you to pedal your ass
back here, pick up your sh*t...
get the f*** out of my house.
No can do, buddy.
I appreciate your situation,
but I told you...
I got a little unfinished
business to take care of.
- So what?
- A little unfinished business.
If you're not
back here in 1 5 minutes,
you're going to have
to pick up your sh*t
And tell 'em what?
Your ex-partner
just happened to stop by...
with a basketful of goodies...
and you felt it was
your moral obligation
- I don't think so.
- Look, you lame piece of sh*t.
I am having
a little bit of trouble...
coming up with reasons not to blow
the back of your f***ing head off!
You're not sounding like
Don't forget.
Never can tell who's listening in.
Just watch my sh*t, Case.
I'll be back in a couple of hours,
I'll pick up
my bags and I'll split.
''Watch your sh*t''?
You're not
hearing me, Nick. get--
Sorry, case. time's up.
Gotta go.
Nick.
Nick!
Nick!
F***! F***! F***! F***!
"[ Reggae ]"
Say, man,
you got the wrong house.
I didn't order any pizza.
What?
I said you got the wrong house!
I didn't order the pizza!
This ain't your pizza, no?
No.
What kind is it?
Meat lover's.
I'll tell you what--
How much is it?
I'll buy if off you.
No, man. No can do, no?
You ain't ordered the pizza,
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