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You dig a big hole,

and you throw him in.

You bury him.

Boom, job is done.

- But that's horrible.

- It's horrible for him.

It's not horrible for you.

Hey, come on.

I'm just trying to help you out with

your money problems.

You don't have to do it.

Think about all the equipment

you could buy

to bulk up with.

- What kind of deranged

meeting place is this?

- Don't worry, the police office

is right there.

I just came outside to have a little

fresh air.

Sometimes I take meetings

out here

'cause it's a little depressing inside.

- All right, so...

- I'm sorry.

Show me your breasts.

I want to see your breasts.

- I'm sorry. What?

- This was all a ploy

to get you into my trap.

But don't worry.

I don't have to use this thing,

you know.

All you got to do is take off that top

and show me one breast,

two breast, both breasts.

Wow, I'm sorry.

I just-

I don't know how to react.

- Stop changing the subject and

show me those breasts.

- You can't be serious.

I mean, you just can't be.

This is a joke, right?

Yeah, have a laugh.

But in the meantime,

this is a real f***ing gun.

- What is your problem?

Do you have, like,

issues talking to girls?

Is this, like, your pickup line?

- Stop wasting my f***ing time

with your twisted questions.

What must be done will be done.

And what must be done today is,

you take off that top

and show me those breasts,

'cause this is a real f***ing gun.

What must be done will be done.

And this might not be making

perfect sense,

but it makes sense

up in my f***ing brain.

So do me a favor, drop it.

Let me see the breasts.

- What are you gonna do

if I don't comply?

- I'm gonna put

a f***ing bullet in your head.

You're gonna fall down.

There's gonna be blood everywhere.

I'm gonna walk over with my dirty shoe,

and I'm gonna lift up your shirt,

and then I'll see your breasts.

- Okay.

- It's win-win for me, girl.

- Yeah, I see that.

- What are you doing?

Julia, that's a bad idea.

- I feel really sorry for you, man.

- Get some help, seriously.

- You f***ing b*tch!

Wait!

Show me your breasts!

Ah!

Show me your breasts!

- It's not that

I don't trust you, Bob.

It's just that I love counting these

babies.

I could count this all day,

every day.

- I know.

Take your time counting.

- What are you up to these days?

You been working?

- I just signed with a big studio

to direct a really big movie.

I'm doing okay.

- Cool.

Bravo, man.

That'll be great for my business.

I mean, that is, you could

hook me up with movie stars

loaded with cash.

- It's a numerical movie.

There are no stars.

- A numerical movie.

- Mm-hmm.

- Wow.

I have no idea what that means,

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