of hitting niggers with his hammer.
I've heard the reason
why he uses it...
and I can sympathize.
But, uh...
there's this one thing...
that I just-- I can't
get it out of my head.
- Go on.
- "Well..."
I heard about how
most niggers got these
really big dicks, you know.
I mean...
just salami-sized cocks.
Well...
Now, I've had many
a different blow job...
by any number
of different bitches.
"So", "I know how much room"
even my white-boy dick...
takes up
in a bitch's mouth, right.
My question...
is how the hell
this little bitch...
got this big,
nigger dick in her mouth...
chomped it off
all in one bite?
She could have gnawed
"on it for a while",
but I don't think
there's a motherfucker
in here let that happen.
- Yo, we got a problem here.
- "So", "the only thing"
I can think of...
is that this big, bad
ass-kickin' nigger...
"had this little", "itty-bitty dick..."
wouldn't have
"done him no good", "anyway."
What do you think?
Am I close?
"[ Derrick ] I said", "we got"
a motherfuckin'problem here!
What you doing, man?
I'm fuckin' dead.
- "Fuckin'dead."
- Why didn't you use
a silencer, Casey?
"Get the fuckin'money", "Jimmy."
I'm fuckin'dead.
"I'm fuckin'dead", "man."
Why didn't you use
a silencer, Casey?
You want to go door-to-door--
tell everybody my fuckin' name?
- Oh! I'm fuckin', fuckin' dead.
- Fuckin' forgot 'em.
"[ Nick ] Good luck", "man."
I don't know what the fuck
is wrong with you.
We got 45 seconds.
Let's go.
[ "Gunshot" ]
You still here?
- What are you doing?
- I'm leaving.
I've heard quite
enough for one day.
What-- What?
What did you tell him?
- "I don't even know this bitch."
- Well, she certainly
seems to know you.
Thank you very much.
It's been a pleasure to meet you.
Could have made
a very bad mistake.
Dr.Jarvis.
Now, I-- I--
- Doctor!
- We'll be in touch, Mr. Wells.
No, now, there's been some kind
of a mistake, Dr.Jarvis.
Dr.Jarvis!
- I'm fucked.
- Yes... you are.
"Well", "Case", "it's just you and I."
What do you think?
My wife's going to have my ass
when she finds out I let...
some dyke in a pink rubber dress
blow off her chances...
for Happy Meals
and diaper wipes.
It's red, asshole.
- Where is it?
- I'll tell you, if you
answer one question.
Sure. Shoot.
Are you on the rag?
Because you look like
one of those women who are...
explosive under stressful
situations, and--
Being married, you should
fucking know how much women
hate that question.
But being a typical male,
you ignore
your better judgment...
and ask anyway, huh?
I should just do your wife
a favor and blow your head off.
It's as if every mood swing
can be written off as...
''She's just on the rag.''
Like that explains something.
Women have mood shifts,
that "is" a fact of life.
"And for your information",
"I am a complete bitch",
whether I'm on the rag or not.
Hmm?
Now, let me answer
your question.
- Does that answer it?
- I'd say you're right.
You're just a bitch.
Good.
Now...
answer my questions...
- before you start
losing appendages.
- [ Grunts ]
It's gone.
- Gone?
- Yeah.
- What do you mean, it's gone?
- I 86'ed it.
I sent it
swimming down the sink.
- Bye-bye.
- You're one smooth
motherfucker, Casey.
You can keep the smack,
and I'll take the money,
- And we can call it even.
- Money? What fucking money?
It seems we're going around
in circles here. Hmm.
"I want the two mil", "Casey."
- Let me--
- Let me explain something to you.
I am not a drug dealer.
It's been four years...
since I've even seen any drugs.
I'm an architect.
[ Laughing ]
I am a happy little Republican...
who spends
the majority of his time...
trying to figure out
how to pay the fucking bills...
and make his wife happy.
I got to tell you, Casey,
I'm not impressed.
After everything
I heard about you...
I thought you were
gonna be more like... me.
But you are a sheep
like all the rest.
There will come a time.