anyway
i can stay with you
while you do what you need to do
cause it's you nature
and i see that now
i'm here for you
Kill me Pardy
Please!
...i'v been around a billion years
you think you can fuck with me?
yep
Shit!
Shoot him!!!
Bill
Bill...
Bill!
That really hurt.
Are you alright?
We need both of them things in you
to get all womby
oh that's Awesome!
bet you regret not running off with me
to hollywood now 'ey bill?
hell Starla
I've always regretted that
bet ya phil's
just a few miles down the 10
got that hospital there
with the big green steeple thingy up top
hey Kylie why don't you
tell Mrs. Grant that story about
how I saved you from that deer
Oh yeah, Bill saved me from a deer
Oh yeah?
Captions by ...me...(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
Whippoorwill flies about 27 miles an hour.
BILL: Hmm.
That what you thought it would have been?
Sure.
I'd have thought more like
31 or something.
BILL: Hmm.
32.
Goddamn, that's a pisser.
Normally, I could look at anything,
tell you exactly how fast it's going
within 2 miles per hour.
That's fascinating.
I'm gonna...
(BILL CLEARING THROAT)
(SAD WORLD PLAYING)
(CAR HONKING)
Get the fuck out of the way, cocksucker!
Morning, Mayor.
Hi. How you all doing?
Easy come, easy go.
(HONKING)
When Darwin said "fittest,"
he didn't necessarily mean the strongest,
or the most intelligent, or any one trait.
He merely meant those organisms
most well-suited to their environments.
Now, we humans,
we think we're more fit, more evolved,
because we're smarter.
But we're neophytes.
We've only been on this Earth
two million years, give or take.
The cockroach,
that fellow's been around 350 million years.
So, based on that,
which of us is the more successful species?
(BELL RINGING)
A lot of folks build houses
on unsafe ground.
Mmm-hmm.
The erosion in Cambodia
is some of the worst.
My friends wanted to
buy a house there, but...
Hey. Come on.
Hey, Grant.
- Okay.
- Later, Hank.
He's teaching environmental studies.
He's gonna borrow one of my lesson plans.
Oh, I know what he wants to borrow,
and I ain't lending.
Come on, you little varmint.
GIRL: Cassidy, come.
TREVOR: That's it.
GIRL: Hey, can Cassie come over?
Did she say she was gonna be here?
TREVOR: Quit your lollygagging.
- Hi, sweetie.
- See you guys later.
- Come on!
- That's it.
STARLA: Come here, sweetie.
So you have a good day today?
GRANT: Very nice. Hop on in there, baby.
STARLA: Baby, when did you go
to Jack in the Box?
That's one match I'll never get.
Ain't no mystery.
Starla's raised in them shanties off St. Luc.
Dirt poor.
All she ever wanted was to be a lady.
Old Grant Grant,
he's always been made of green.
- Gold digger, huh?
- Oh, hell, Margaret.
Starla's mother left her.
Her daddy's a drunk.
She's 17 years old.
Old Grant pulls up, big old Cadillac.
House on the hill and college tuition.
What would you do?
- Blow.
- Hell, if he had a 'gina,
- you'd have married him, too.
- What's a 'gina?
It's a country.
You know, where Ginese people come from.
Learn to eavesdrop better.
Zach. Hell, your mother's waiting over there.
- What the hell you doing here?
- Scoot, scoot.
GRANT: Sugarplum, you coming to bed?
NARRATOR: (ON TV) ...why the crocodile
has survived for millennia,
when so many similar species
have gone extinct.
(PATTING BED)
Oh, yeah.
(LAUGHING)
You know what, baby?
I'm just not really in the mood.
Come on, baby doll.
It's been a long time. We both need it.
I know. I'm just...
Baby, come on now.
I don't just have some switch.
Sure you do.
Flick, flick.
- That's disrespectful.
- Come on now. I'm just playing with you.
- Come on, honey.
- No, come on, baby.
Why don't you just, you know,
work one out for yourself there, darling?
Come on.
(GROANING)
Honey, I'm just not in the mood.
Can't you tell?
When the hell are you in the mood anyway?
Dang.
Where you going?
(SIGHING)
Out.