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RILEY: |
Make sure she doesn't hurt
herself. |
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SLACK: |
I can take care of myself,
ok. |
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RILEY |
Fine. Charlie, make sure
she doesn't hurt anyone else. |
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CHARLIE: |
Nice shootin'. |
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RILEY: |
That's good shooting
Charlie, no such thing as nice shooting. |
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RILEY: |
I'm looking for a world where's there's no fences. |
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CHOLO: |
Don't, don't, don't do this
too me. Don't, don't. How long I been working for you, three |
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tyears? Taking out your
garbage, cleaning up after you. And then you're gonna say
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I'm not good enough? |
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CHOLO: |
Hey Riley, you know what
you remind me of? You remind me of my old man. Nice guy,
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I loved him and all that,
but he was a dumb ass. Never went for anything so he never |
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had anything. What do you
got Riley? Nothing. I'm gonna have my own place man, my |
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own God damn place. |
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RILEY: |
They're just looking for a place to go, same as
us. |
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MIKE: |
It's like they're
pretending to be alive. |
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RILEY: |
Isn't that what we're
doing? Pretending to be alive? |
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CHARLIE: |
You any good with that kid, cause I'm real good
with mine. |
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PILSBURY: |
Yellow to red. |
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MOTOWN: |
What the fuck does a Samoan
know about hot wiring a fucking car? |
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PILSBURY: |
50,000 cars stolen in
Samoa, every year. |
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MOTOWN: |
Ya, well a million in Detroit.
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PILSBURY: |
Detroit's got fifty million
cars, Samoa, fifty thousand. Every one, stolen. |
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CHOLO: |
Shop till you drop baby. |
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KAUFMAN: |
Fucking spic bastard. |
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