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...
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.
" When a boy loves a girl."
" He can't be alone."
" She fills him with joy."
She wanted to watch.
" And the sound of her voice."
" Is beautiful music."
- " A symphony plays"
when his angel is near.
- Fuck you, bitch.
" I don't know why."
- " I can't help myself."
- There's no fucking way
you'll ever get me inside you.
You want to bet?
- " Slip me some tongue."
- "[ Zipper Unzipping ]"
" An emergency came."
- " Come on and get some"
honey make me aware.
- "[ Moaning", "Sucking ]"
" You're making me crazy."
" In the very best way."
" You're making me dream."
Well, look at that.
Have you done this before?
" I don't know why"
I can't help myself.
" I don't know why"
I can't help myself.
Don't