time.
Asked me to be their manager.
I called bullshit on that.
Managing a pop group?
That ain't a job for no man.
Did you read that book I gave you?
- What book?
"Dioretix. The Science of
Matter over Mind".
You better read it, and quick.
That book will change your life.
Found it in a Maserati
in Beverly Hills. Know what I mean?
Lots of people don't realize
what's really going on.
They view life as a bunch of
unconnected incidents and things.
They don't realize
that there's this
lattice of coincidence
on top of everything.
I'll give you an example
to show you what I mean:
Suppose you're thinking about
a plate of shrimp.
Suddenly, somebody says:
plate, or shrimp, or plate of shrimp.
No point in looking
for an explanation.
It's all part
of a cosmic unconsciousness.
Did you eat a lot of acid,
back in the hippie days?
I'll give you another instance:
You know the way everybody's
into weirdness right now?
Books in all the supermarkets
about Bermuda Triangles,
UFDs, how the Mayans
invented TV, that kind of thing?
I don't read them books.
For me it's exactly the same.
There's no difference between
a flying saucer and a time machine.
People get so hung up on specifics,
they can't see the whole thing.
Take South America, for example:
There, thousands of people
go missing each year.
Nobody knows where they go.
They just disappear.
But if you think about it,
you realize something:
There had to be a time when
there was no people, right? - Yeah.
Well, where
did all these people come from?
I'll tell you where: the future.
Where did all these
people disappear to?
The past? - That's right!
And how did they get there?
How the fuck do I know?
Flying saucers.
Which are really...
yeah you got it...
...time machines.
I think a lot about this stuff.
I do my best thinking on the bus.
That's how come I don't drive.
You don't even know how to drive.
I don't want to know how.
See?
The more you drive,
the less intelligent you are.
I think I saw
one of those UFDs once.
It was really kind of scary, it was
all these colored lights and sounds.
Sounds and lights like I've never
heard before. It was really weird.
Bud? Do you think all repo men
follow the code?
Df course.
A lot of fucked up cars come in, but
mostly the customer's fucked them up.
Assholes!
I'll give 1000 dollars for his Falcon.
That's a bribe, Napoleon.
Who the hell is this? "Napoleon"?
Who are you calling?
A grand if you show me
where his car is.
Go fuck yourself, asshole!
Hello?
Prick!
64 Chevy Malibu. 20 grand.
I'm waiting!
- We could buy 10 of them for that.
Think you can find it now? - Why is
this junk worth so much? What's in it?
Drugs?
Los Hermanos Rodriguez
don't approve of drugs.
Neither do I,
but it's my birthday.
That motherfucker's still down there.
I don't care how long it takes,
dildos!
A repo man's got all night,
every night.
Jesus Christ! 20,000 dollars!
Hi, this is Leila.
Please leave your name,
number, and a brief message,
and the time you called, at the beep.
And please try to be frank.
Hey Leila. This is Dtto,
the guy who gave you the ride.
I heard something about that car.
Dtto. Dtto, stop!
You wanted to tell me something.
What did you want to tell me?
Take off your clothes.
I'm at work, Dtto.
- Yeah? Me too.
Your work is different than mine.
- Says who?
What are you doing? Don't!
At least you could
give me a blowjob.
I guess that means no.
We have a
cell meeting in two minutes time.
Thanks, Deadra. I'll be right there.
That motherfucker thinks
I don't know what's up, Lite.
As soon as I find that Chevy,
I'm going indy.
I'm getting myself a tow truck,
a couple of pit bulls and a yard.
Sit around and watch
everyone else work for a while.
You can't do that on 20 grand.
- The hell I can't.
As long as you have good credit,
and my credit is spotless.
Credit is a sacred trust.
It's what our free society
is founded on.
Do you think they