Wrong Turn At Tahoe

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My father used to say, "Life is a road,

"and every day is a mile marker.

"If you don't slow down occasionally,

you'll miss what each mile has to offer. "

But there's also a flip side to that.

Sometimes you can take a wrong turn

and find yourself on the most

God-awful stretch of road imaginable,

spinning your wheels,

praying it's not a dead end.

How you doing back there, Joshua?

I'm in too much pain to be dead.

-How you hanging in there, boss?

-I'm all right.

I've Iost more blood from a bad shave.

Damn. I think one of my Iungs

just collapsed.

That's all right. You only need one.

My old man Iost a Iung to Joe Camel

when he was 53 years old,

and he Iived to be 67.

Still running a pack a day

through the other Iung.

Of course, out of spite,

he switched to Marlboro.

I'm dying, Vincent.

Hey! That is bullshit. I don't Iet you die.

I told you I was Ieaving.

AII right, you gotta stay with me.

We're half an hour

from the doc's house.

I'II have us there in 20 minutes.

Love, honor, power,

fear of death,

people live for all kinds of reasons.

Some are more noble than others.

When all you have to live for is revenge,

it can really bone your quality of life.

Come on in, Donnie.

I don't see

why we have to talk in the garage

when I've got a perfectly nice house.

Why don't I...

Get in there!

Donnie. Stop being such a p*ssy, huh?

-Hey, Mickey.

-What?

Try to maintain

some Ievel of professionalism.

-What are you talking about?

-The pushing, the name-calling,

-it's not necessary.

-Hey, I'm sorry, Donnie.

See, I thought that we work

for this big crime boss

and we're here

to collect some money for him,

but obviously

we're a couple of Avon Iadies.

See, that's what I'm talking about.

Not everything's black and white.

-I mean, Donnie here's a good guy.

-Get over there.

But this isn't a social call, is it, Donnie?

This is business.

This is nothing personal.

We're here to collect the money

or impose a penalty.

There's no need to add insult to injury,

now, is there?

No.

Joshua, what kind of injury

are we talking about?

So you don't have Vincent's money.

-Well, not all of it.

-Well, how much do you have?

None of it.

Donnie.

You put me in a very bad place.

PIease, have a seat.

-You don't have to do this.

-It's for your own safety.

-What?

-Hold him.

No!

Come on, Joshua.

Can't you tell Vincent I wasn't home?

Tell him I'm out of town on business

or something.

You want me to Iie to Vincent?

Betray his trust because

you can't stay away from the ponies?

I can have the dough next week!

Vincent's been more than patient

with you.

-Now he wants his pound of flesh.

-Hey! Maybe we take his thumbs off.

No, nothing permanent.

What are you talking about?

They can reattach them these days.

Hey, I think I found something.

How about we give him

a Iittle snip-snip Bobbitt?

Yeah, then there'd be two Ioose pricks

in the room.

-That's funny?

-A Iittle bit.

I've got a joke for you,

and it starts Iike this.

That's enough, Mickey.

Grab that stool and prop his Iegs up.

-What?

-Take his shoes off.

-Get your f***ing feet up.

-The socks, too.

Get your feet up here, you f***.

-Why? Don't! Why?

-Shut the f*** up!

-Grab his Iegs.

-What? Why?

Joshua. PIease.

No! PIease! Joshua, please, no!

Don't you find it ironic, Mickey,

that the black culture has become

so influential in this country

that even the Italians

are trying to identify with it?

What the f*** are you talking about?

If your grandfather knew

that you had a Iifetime membership

to the tanning salon...

Tanning salon?

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