over.
Thank you.
Out of order. Take the stairs.
Mr. Lee:
Mr. Lee:
Please return the scalpel, Mr. Lee.
Let me see that.
All wrong! Do it over.
...and they won't pick it up.
- Isn't it a shame?
It comes to something when
they expect you to pick it up.
How are you doing?
- Ask him about the Malibu.
About that night,
I'm sorry I split.
I should have stayed with you.
But when I was a kid, I had
this set of big wheels...
Please, quiet in the stairwell.
A very sad and
unchristian thing just happened.
A sweet old lady's
car was stolen,
a Chevy Malibu.
Brothers and sisters please,
if you've seen this car,
call this toll-free number.
Shit.
- Praise the Lord!
Go, go!
Come on!
Let's go!
Don't shoot! All right!
Chickenshits!
Where's the Malibu?
Don't even ask,
because I don't know.
I don't have it, neither does Marlene,
nor you or your crazy friends.
So that leaves...
Where is he? - Where the fuck is he?
- He is risen. Holy...
Later!
- Bye bye!
Here's another weird one: Apparently,
a hail of ice cubes is coming down
south of downtown. Scientists
are at a loss to explain...
Some weird fucking shit, eh?
What's going on?
- Shit!
11 years of repoing cars,
and what have I got? Shit!
Bud, listen: You're sitting in a car
worth 20,000 dollars.
Look, we turn it in and
split the money, 60-40, you and me.
Who gets the 60, kid?
Well, I thought,
since I found the car first, that...
that you'd get it.
Get away from the car.
This is your only warning.
We got problems, man!
No, no no no! Wait!
Stop fucking around!
Only assholes get killed for a car.
You calling me an asshole, punk?
I sure am.
- Come and get me, copper!
I'm well-armed,
and I know where you live.
Son of a bitch! - I'd rather die
on my feet than live on my knees.
Come on, you popsicles,
let's get that car!
Hey Oly, there's Bud!
We'll drive it off a cliff.
- I have the car papers. Beer anyone?
Hey, Bud, want a beer?
- No, a cigarette.
No beer is needed here.
I'm touching the car.
I'm encountering a strange,
eerie kind of forcefield.
I don't know what it is. It's...
Go on, you popsicles!
I'm having the same feeling...
I love this job. - Linear and inverse
vectors merge in zero.
This way, your Holiness!
It's more than a job,
it's... it's a calling.
Critical mass is at zero...
- Why, you could say it's spiritual.
Holy sheepshit!
Get back, get back!
Get in there, or you don't get paid!
Have you read this book? "Dioretix"?
Chapter 7, verse 3.
- I've got it marked.
Miller, what are you doing?
- I'm going for a little spin.
But you don't know how to drive?
Otto, don't go!
What about our relationship?
What?
What about our relationship?
Fuck that.
You shithead!
I'm glad I tortured you.
I'm supposed to be in that car!
Best goddamned car in the yard.
Wow! This is intense!
The life of a repo man
is always intense.Let me see your driver's license.
From out of town?
What you got in the trunk?
- You don't want to look in there.
Give me the keys!
Kevin, stop singing.
- l wasn't singing.
l'm right next to you,
and you're singing. Cut it out!
Why so tense?
- Otto! - Mr. Humphries!
You were late again this morning.
Normally, l'd let it go,
but it's been brought to my attention,
you're not stacking cans properly.
Many young men of your age,
in these uncertain times ...
Otto! Are you paying attention?
He's talking to you!
Fuck you!
Good Lord!
Come on, just try it!
Come on! - You gotta love
getting fired in a big way, Otto!
What are you laughing at?
Louie, throw him out too.
- Come on, you worm!
Get out of here!
How you doing, dude?
When did you get out of the slammer?
Excuse me while
l fold my pants.
What's the difference?
Otto! - What?
- Get me another beer.
Cool. Ow, dammit. A joke's a joke,
but l'm supposed to be the host!
Oebbi, honey, l got your beer.
Shit.
Just ignore him, Ouke,
he's just a big baby.
Turn the light out!
Hey, this is my parents' room!
Oon'