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RILEY: |
Christ, this is
like a bad dream. |
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CHARLIE: |
I have bad
dreams. Hell yes. Just look at me you can tell I have
terrible dreams. |
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CHOLO: |
What's the matter you look
like shit man. Didn't I tell you not to bang chicks
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with problems worse than
you? |
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CHARLIE: |
No, Riley likes to be
alone. he might take me 'cause he says having me around is
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pretty the same as being
alone. |
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SLACK: |
If you can drink it, shoot it up, fuck it, gamble on it, it
belongs to him. |
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SLACK: |
I've seen you around. |
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RILEY: |
I've seen you around
to, workin the streets. |
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SLACK: |
Oh, well you were checkin me out? |
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KAUFMAN: |
Zombies man, they creep me out. |
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PILSBURY: |
Come here to do something, why we standing
around? Let's do something. |
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CHARLIE: |
You wanna go get a drink? I mean, just look at me you can tell I could
use a drink. |
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SLACK: |
We're even. |
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CHARLIE: |
Not! That hurt! I didn't
hurt you. |
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SLACK: |
Everything changed for all of
us. |
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SLACK: |
He thinks he's taking care
of you. |
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CHARLIE: |
He does. Without his guns
I'd be dead by now. |
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SLACK: |
Oh, without you he'd be
dead by now. |
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CHARLIE: |
Fair trade. |
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ADVERT: |
Isn't it time, isn't it your time
for Fiddler's Green? |
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