you, man. Let it go.
- What about Jimmy? Is he...
- He's meat loaf, bro.
This is it, Nick.
No more.
That was it.
Oh, that was a real
touching story, Case.
Remind me to submit it to
"Reader's Digest" after you're gone.
So it looks like we're
going to have to wait for Nick.
What should we do
to kill some time?
I know.
- Let's fuck.
- That's happening.
Even if you weren't the most
disgusting bitch I'd ever met, -
- I'd have to decline.
You see, I'm a married man.
You seem to be under the impression
that you have a choice here.
Ah, let's see.
You'll appreciate the irony here.
She wanted to watch.
Fuck you, bitch.
There's no fucking way,
you'll ever get me inside you.
You wanna' bet?
Well, look at that.
Have you done this before?
Don't worry.
I'm not going to kill
you till you come.
I'll let you betray
your wife thoroughly.
Maybe if we get lucky,
I'll get pregnant.
Oh...
That was one.
Don't worry.
I'm multiorgasmic.
- Got it, honey?
- Yeah, hold on.
- Wait, wait, wait.
- Okay, it's flashing.
Okay, here we go. Here we go!
Whoo! Okay, here we go! Whoo!
I love you.
I love you, too.
Number two.
Great self-control.
Goddamn, did you see the way
that bitch head explode? Shit!
Ordinarily, it would be a damn shame
to shoot a piece of ass like that.
You know what I mean? But in
her case, I'll make an exception.
I always hated that bitch.
My name's Billy Hill.
My friend's call me Hill-Billy.
You can call me Mr. Hill.
I hope I didn't interrupt
anything too romantic for you, -
- but that whore could go all day long.
Besides, I was getting tired
sitting down in the cab of my truck.
She lost me on the freeway.
Let me give you a little
friendly piece of advice.
I know you're retired. You got
this family thing going here.
But you really ought to have
your name and number unlisted.
Information girl
give me your address.
Your fucking address, man.
That don't sound too smart.
- What are you looking for?
- Tequila.
- To your right.
- Mm.
The good stuff.
Fancy.
You got any limes?
No? Just as well.
Oh! Yeah! Damn!
It always tastes like old feet to me.
That shit'll fuck you up,
though. Mm.
You ever hear how it's made?
A bunch of Mexicans... sitting
around this big wooden vat -
- chewing on agave, right?
They do this days and days
spitting into this giant vat.
Then when it's full, -
- then they leave that there
to ferment.
When it's ready, -
- they scoop off the top layer.
That's mescal.
Nasty, huh?
No wonder that shit tastes so bad.
Well, I ain't going to shit you, pal.
When I leave here today, -
- you're going be dead
as Cinderella over there.
Regardless of what you tell me, -
- I'm gonna fuck you up.
Ready to get started?
I know you threw out the smack.
And you probably don't know
where the money is, neither.
That's cool.
The truth is...
I ain't got nothing better to do...
- while I wait here
for my old friend, Nick.
Just so you know, I ain't
going to let you bleed to death.
No, sir.
'Cause when I cut you...
- I'm going to cauterize you.
I consider myself an artist.
Matter of fact, -
- I picked up this little girl
at this club one time, -
- and I cut on her for 16 hours.
That's a personal best.
But I keep hopin'.
You know, in a way, -
- it's really Nick that's
to blame for all this.
If he hadn't tried
to double-cross me and Dallas, -
- I wouldn't be here.
All right. Now, let's see.
I think I'm going to start
at the feet and work my way up!
What the hell?
Open the door. Police!
Open the fucking door, Will!
There's no Will here! Go away!
Stupid son of a bitches.
They got the wrong house.
Go away!
Everybody on the ground!
Don't go nowhere.
Where's the money, motherfucker?
Where's the money?
I mean, there's no money in here!
Shut up, bitch!
There's a .45 in the fridge -
- and you grab a fucking frying pan.
I must have some
really bad karma.