't you go home?
Take the rest of the week off.
Take the rest of the...
I can't take the fucking...
Yeah, I get it.
"Take the rest
of the week off, Budsky"...
so you can get the fucking $20,000
for the Malibu.
Make it a fucking month!
Yeah, well, fuck you!
On second thought, Budsky,
don't bother coming back at all.
Great.
I'll come back
and pick up my stuff later...
when the fucking place
don't stink so bad.
[Door closing]
[Chuckling]
Shut up.
##[music playing]
(Bud)
Fucking trash.
Makes you wonder
how much they owe.
Most of them are on the run, don't even
use their fucking Social Security numbers.
If there's just some way
to find out how much...
the motherfuckers owe,
and making them pay.
Jesus Christ, Bud.
They're winos.
They don't have any money.
You think they'd be bums if they did?
You want out? Do you?
No.
What's the matter with you?
You don't like your job anymore?
Not happy in your job?
I mean, I feel like we're not
communicating anymore.
When we first started out,
I thought I could teach you something...
share something with you,
for Christ's sake.
Answer me!
[Engine shuts off]
[Crying]
(man)
I'm picking up the dead wino.
My hands are on his body.
I'm carrying his limp torso
to the truck.
He feels like he's only been dead
for a little while.
[Tires screeching]
[Gurgling]
[Stomach growling]
[Otto coughing]
Bitch.
[Train bell ringing]
[Tires screeching]
[Panting]
##[Humming]
[Otto panting]
J. Frank Parnell.
Otto.
You ever feel as if your mind
had started to erode?
No.
Ever been to Utah?
Sir, I represent the
Helping Hand Acceptance Corporation.
(J. Frank)
Radiation. Yes, indeed.
You hear the most outrageous
lies about it.
Half-baked, goggle-box do-gooders
telling everybody it's bad for you.
Pernicious nonsense.
Everybody could stand
100 chest x-rays a year.
They ought to have them, too.
When they cancelled the project,
it almost did me in.
One day, my mind
was literally bursting.
The next day, nothing.
Swept away.
But I'll show them.
I had a lobotomy in the end.
Lobotomy?
Isn't that for loonies?
Not at all.
A friend of mine had one.
Designer of the neutron bomb.
You ever hear
of the neutron bomb?
Destroys people,
but leaves buildings standing.
It fits in a suitcase.
So small.
No one knows it's there,
until blammo!
Eyes melt, skin explodes,
everybody dead.
It's so immoral, working on the thing
can drive you mad.
That's what happened
to this friend of mine.
So, he had a lobotomy.
Now he's well again.
What kind of car
does your friend drive?
Chevy Malibu.
This is really a nice old car.
Why don't you let me drive?
What do you mean?
I don't know, I mean...
Don't you feel funny?
Why should I feel funny?
The two hemispheres
are fundamentally at odds.
Hemisphere. Hemisphere.
You know, it's strange.
I do feel funny.
[Horn blaring]
[Exclaiming]
[Engine starting]
##[Milk Cow Blues playing]
[Woman laughing]
(woman) Here's the young new waver
we've all heard so much about.
My old man had a Mohawk when I met him.
He was in the service then.
(man)
Signed it over to me.
He was such a monster,
I used to have to tell him no.
My old man was exactly
the same way, until we got married.
(Lite) Hey, Oly, your wife's hanging
all over Otto.
Yeah, flies on shit.
Have you seen Bud anywhere?
Who?
##[Radio playing]
[Dog growling]
(Bud)
Hey, Ace. Wait up.
So, you want to talk about it?
Talk about what, kid?
Why you're so damn mad at me?
I'm not mad at you.
God. I'm not. I'm not mad at you.
All right. Okay.
Debbi.
What?
I've been thinking.
Now that we've got
some money...
and Archie's gone...
don't you think it's time
we settled down?
Get a little house.
I want you to have my baby.
Why?
Well, I don't know.
Everybody does it, and...
it just seems like
the thing to do, and...
Asshole.
[Sniffing]
Let's go do the job.