Tromeo and Juliet Page #4

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Wasn't there something going on

between Cappy's wife and Monty?

They had a lot more than

something going on.

They were married.

While Cap was

stealing the business

he also made a play

for Monty's wife Ingrid.

That b*tch then stuck

a knife in Tromeo's dad.

A divorce right

when he was found.

In my book she is

just as bad

as that

ugly sadistic clown.

Shortly after that,

Cap married Ingrid

and Monty married Tromeo's mom

and the lines have been

drawn ever since.

And who was Tromeo's mom?

Shut up.

I told you way

too f***ing much already.

This is just between you and me.

Keep your mouth shut

around Tromeo.

I had a bad dream.

How many times

have I told you...

I'm sorry.

Not to wake me up

with your goddamn screaming?

I'll be quite, I promise.

Pubescent copulators.

Leaving your sex toys

all over your room.

You have one more screaming

orgasm, young lady,

and it's the time-out

room again.

Now, are you going to be good?

Hmm?

And who are you?

Daddy's little crenshaw melon.

Who?

Daddy's little crenshaw melon.

Oh, yeah, big man.

Just beat up the blind.

Just beat up the blind girl,

that's what she's there for.

The b*tch stole my damn Harley!

God damn it!

Law abiding citizens.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You and my ass

are law abiding citizens.

Real law abiding.

The feud between you two

is what started this.

I got a feeling when that stops,

I don't have

to clean up another mess

started by Que or a Capulet

or a Capulet to a Que.

Now, stumpy, you ready

to tell me who did this to you?

I dropped my popsicle down

the garbage disposer.

I didn't think before brrr.

Stupid!

That's another thing, okay.

No one, no one is speaking

one word of truth.

I'm gonna tell you what.

The next time there's blood

spilled and anyone of you,

anyone of you is there,

I don't care what I have to do,

I'll bring in a f***ing

grand jury if I have to.

I will find who's at fault.

Suppose we're free to go now?

Get out.

See that,

you foul bastard, see.

It's sick. That's your work.

My work?

Why is it my work?

You sent the boy to put

the squirrel in my place.

I sent sh*t.

MONTY:
Yes, you sent sh*t

to do a man's work.

Hey.

The only sh*t I see

is in the passenger seat.

An alcoholic, burnt-out,

scumbag loser.

Why you cocksucking--

Don't hold me, let me go.

Let me go.

Let me go, don't hold me.

-Meet my bow.

MONTY:
I'll kill the bastard.

I'll kill him. I tell you

I'll kill him. don't hold me.

Sammy, get out

of the f***ing way.

Sammy, get out of the way,

let me just shoot this mother--

Come on, out of the way.

You villainous, abominable,

kidnapper of youth!

Henry IV, act II, scene IV.

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