change in case this runs
over three minutes.
I don't think Jack
really wanted to kill us.
I think he's a decent human being.
Jack, it's Sonny Paluso.
It's ten of nine.
I'm sorry you did and I forgot.
I'll call you back after 9.
Please excuse... You sure?
It's okay? I don't mind calling you...
He's right here. He's anxious
to talk to you. Thank you.
Hello. Yes, this is Donald Quinelle.
Yes, Sonny told me.
What do I think?
I'll tell anyone
whatever I want, whenever I want.
I don't wanna hear
what you want.
You'd be the one
knowing your mother like that.
You don't scare me.
Matter of fact, you amuse me.
When I see you, I'll try
not to laugh in your inbred face.
My ass is here
if you wanna whup it.
Just come try and
I'll blow you away like lint.
I'll give you directions, dipshit.
Yes indeed, can you write?
Is anyone there with
an education past first grade?
You just take highway 16.
Yes, that's one and
then five numbers after it.
You drive fast, oyster-brain.
Yes, indeed.
Once you're here, there will be
one less wart on society's ass.
Yeah, fuck you too. Bye-bye.
- Feel better?
- He'll be here tomorrow.
What a relief. Thanks.
No, thank you. God, think of it.
It'll be like my final exam.
Going mano a mano with
only the victor left.
Mano a mano? What did you say to him?
You leaving again?
- Is she young?
- Who?
We've been married too long to play
these games. You'd leave, I never ask.
- I wish you wouldn't start that.
- You went away for weeks.
Will you ever trust me?
I don't care if she's a stewardess.
But if you're in love...
After 17 years,
you know I don't love anyone else.
Why the trips?
The phone calls that make you leave.
- I lie awake, picturing you with her.
- You wanna know?
You really wanna know?
I'm a professional killer.
- Come on.
- That's right.
Wanna know where I've been lately?
I've been in jail.
Wanna know where I'm going?
I'm going to kill two people.
Wanna know why?
Very simple.
These men can finger me
for the death of Jimmy Hoffa.
Then I'll spend my life in jail.
I can't have that shit.
So I'm not out there
committing adultery.
I'm out committing murder.
Thank God.
It wasn't like I asked you to do
anything difficult. A phone call.
- Are you done?
- He's a professional killer.
- Me too.
- You're a shit disturber.
I don't believe you actually called
him a clam-brain.
Oyster-brain.
There are people living normal lives,
why can't I be one?
Why did I end up with a nut
dressed like an Eskimo terrorist?
- Now you attack my clothes.
- What will we do?
We'll fight and we'll win.
We'll walk tall and fear no man.
No, really, what will we do?
- Wanna meet someone to help you relax?
- Desperately.
Take a right, up there.
Stay close.
They're using live ammo today.
I'd hate to die before he gets here.
I'd hate to get killed anytime.
If you get killed, you can't
party or anything. It would be a drag.
Shoot the radios. Without music,
they lose half their will.
You won't find any arrowheads
down there.
We each have a dog sled team.
They go anywhere.
If it's cold,
you can sleep with the dogs.
Platonically, of course.
- What does that mean?
- Means he's no dog lover.
- Wes once ate a dog.
- On purpose?
Yes. He was stranded without food.
Good thing it tasted like squirrel.
Too bad it was his fastest dog.
Not fast enough.
Wes changed my life.
Now I control my environment...
...instead of it controlling me.
If I had to, I could kill.
I took an aerobic class.
It didn't cost $5000 or anything...
...but if I had to,
I could jump and land in a split.
You die!
Sorry, Bob, too early. You seen Wes?
Greetings, gentlemen.
Welcome to the new middle ages.
There will be violence,
destruction and savagery...
...never dreamed of.
But, if you are prepared...
...this will be a time to treasure.
For all of you.
You are the kings of the future.
Did you pass...? Did you pass out
the Supply Survivor Catalogues?