VVORD.RU . , .


1   2   3   4   5   6   7   8   9   10   11   12   13   14   15   16   17   18   19   20   21   22   23   24   25   26   27   28   29   30   31   32   33   34   35   36   37  
street was the Cutlass on?
I don't know.
What happened to your old lady?
Old lady? Shit!
I forgot all about her.
She'll take the bus. She's a rock.
Come on in.
Got a name, kid?
It's Otto.
Auto parts?
Here, kid!
"Helping Hand".
Got a driver's license, honey?
Let me see it.
Guess who told us where it was?
Your damned brother!
Are you really 21?
- Isn't that what it says?
Want some help with that beer, kid?
You're all repo men!
- What if we are?
You know, kid, usually when
someone pulls shit like that,
my first reaction
is to punch his fucking lights out.
But you know what?
You're all right!
Right, Lite? - Got any messages
for me, baby? - Here you go.
Cracks me up.
Somebody piss on the floor again?
- Maybe he's looking for a job.
Could be. What do you say, kid?
We're always looking for good men.
Screw that!
I ain't gonna be a repo man. No way!
Too late! You already are.
You find one in every car.
You'll see.
Years ago I saw five cows mutilated.
Legs sticking up in the air.
Their testicles were gone.
I think Canadian bacon
is better myself.
I've never seen the likes of that.
What could've done that to him?
- It happens sometimes.
People just explode.
Natural causes. - What?
Night watchman in Pomona.
Asbestos worker, City of Industry.
French-fry maker, Agoura. How absurd.
- Yeah? You think it's funny?
There's room to move as a fry cook.
I could be manager in two years.
King! God!
Kevin, I had this wild dream
the other night. - I bet.
It was you and me,
we were working in this sleazy motel,
down in Miami, Florida.
We were bellhops,
and we were 65 years old. It was
so real, it was really realistic.
Then what,
you woke up in a puddle?
Fuck you!
- Fucking jerk!
Where are you going, asshole?
- Away from you.
The Lord has told me personally: Yea,
for I walk with the Lord. Amen.
He said: "Larry, you and your flock
shall seek the Promised Land.
First you must destroy the twin evils
of godless communism abroad and
liberal humanism at home. Oh joy."
Hello mother! Hello father!
Anything to eat?
Occasionally a viewer writes to us:
"The only reason Reverend Larry is
on TV is because he wants your money."
You know what? They're right. I want
your money, because God wants it.
So go out and
mortgage that home, and sell that car,
and send me your money.
You don't need that car...
Put it on a plate, son.
You'll enjoy it more.
I couldn't enjoy it any more, Mom.
This is swell!
Hey Dad...
- What is it, son?
Remember when you told me,
a long time ago...
well not too long ago...
that you'd give me 1000 dollars
to go to Europe, if I finished school?
You were right,
about finishing school.
That's what I'd like to do.
But I want to know if I could
have the money first. Like now?
I've always loved you, Dad.
You too, Mom. What do you say?
I don't have it anymore.
What? - Your father gave all
our extra money to the Reverend.
We're sending bibles to El Salvador.
And me? - You're on the honor roll
of "Chariots of Fire". Same as us.
It was a gift. From all of us.
So how much do I get paid? 25 bucks
a car? - Paid? You don't get paid.
You work on commission,
that's much better.
Most cars are worth 200 - 300 dollars.
A 50,000 dollar Porsche
might make you five grand.
Come on, dickhead!
It helps if you
dress like a detective.
Detectives dress kind of square.
If people think you're a cop,
they think you're packing something.
Then they won't fuck with you.
Are you? - Am I what?
- Packin' something.
Only an asshole gets killed for a car.
The guys who make it
get in their car at any time.
Get in at 3 AM,
get up at 4.
That's why there ain't a repo man
I know that don't take speed.
Speed, huh?
Jesus Christ!
Never broke into a car, never
hot-wired a car.
I never
broke into a trunk.
I shall not cause harm to a vehicle,
or the


© 2010-2023 VVORD.RU