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. 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. 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... - when even you, can't handle it anymore. You'll pack it up or you'll put a bullet - - in that pretty little head of yours. Or someone else will. You are a pussy, Casey. Nick wouldn't admit it, but it's true. You just couldn't handle it, could you? Nick ever tell you about that last time? - Sure. - Ballpeen's apartment? - Uh-huh. - Did he tell you about the girl? - What's up? - Why didn't you use the silencer, Casey? Get the fucking money. - Why didn't you use a silencer? - You wanna go door to door - - and tell everybody, in the building my fuckin' name? - I forgot 'em, all right? - I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you. Get the fuckin' money, Jimmy, and let's get the fuck out. We got 45 seconds. Let's go. - What? - Jesus. She's seven, maybe eight months, pregnant, Nick. Fuck me. Come on, Casey, we got to go. She's dead, Casey. Dead, just like we're going to be - - if we don't move our asses. We got to go. Snap out of it, man! It's clear. We got to jump. That bitch was gonna kill 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 ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Несносный Деннис на английском - текст Октябрь на английском - текст Клан Сопрано - Сезоны 01-06 на английском - текст Замок на английском - текст Звездный Крейсер Галактика - Сезон 2 на английском |