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didn't have but two teeth in

his mouth, so I guess West Virginia.

(Siren)

- Oh, what in gay hell?

- What's the matter?

- This could prove problematic.

- Why?

The first name

on my driver's licence is Eugene.

Eugene?

(Vida) Yes.

(Noxeema) Eugene?

Eugene?!

- Can I see your licence?

- What seems to be the problem?

You got a tail light out.

Your licence.

Oh! A tail light out. That is

the very least of our problems.

- What have we got here?

- Hola.

Hi.

Erm... I was wondering

if you could help us.

We are three young

career girls from...

- Career girls?

- Yes. From New York City.

We are so lost you cannot believe.

- Where do you think we are?

- West Virginia?

West Virginia?

You're a long way

from West Virginia, girls.

Could you possibly help us find

a moderately priced hotel?

We don't go for that

around these parts,

white girls riding around

with n*ggers and spics.

- Talk to him, you speak honky.

- Sheriff Dullard...

- That's Dollard.

- I am sorry.

- It's Dollard.

- It says Dullard on your name tag.

It's a misprint!

As I was saying,

we are three young career girls...

- You're pretty.

- Why, thank you.

Step out of the vehicle.

- Don't do it.

- Vida, please be careful.

Get out of the car.

Christ, you're tall.

- Is this really necessary?

- Where's your licence?

Come with me to my car. Come on.

You stay in the vehicle.

Officer, if I could just explain.

My licence, the name...

- Don't worry about your licence.

- Don't worry?

I think maybe he's prejudiced.

I bet you were the brightest

in your class.

What are you doing?

- Give me a kiss.

- No. Please, no.

I know what you want. You know what

you career girls want?

- Careers?

- Same thing as every girl wants.

- No, please don't do this.

- Give Daddy some sugar.

Please, no! Please. No.

When a lady says no, she means...

Get your hand off my dick, buddy!

Sheriff Dullard?

Sh-Sheriff Dullard?

Noxee. Oh, no. Noxee!

- Don't go out there.

- What is going on?

(Vida) I think he's dead.

(Chi Chi) Don't leave me.

- I killed him.

- Why is he on the ground?

- Are you sure?

- Don't go over!

- How do you know he's dead?

- I'm not sure.

- He had his hand up my dress...

- Feeling you up?

He was trying to have

his way with me.

- How do you know he's dead?

- If you want to know, you check.

- Don't get an attitude.

- Let me check.

I knew this accountant

who died on me like this.

- Be careful, Chi Chi.

- I can't believe this.

Mamis, don't quote me

but I think this one is deceased.

Oh, my God. A dead white policeman?

- Should we blow?

- Yes. Two words, b-low.

- Let's go.

- Don't leave me with this dead man!

Look, Miss Necrophilia,

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