coughs ]
So I say, "no way, man.
I'm gonna brain your fuckin' wife."
[ laughing ]
Oatmeal.
How's your head, man ?
How the fuck would I know, dildo ?
The last contact I had with my head
was six fuckin' years ago.
- What the fuck are you supposed to be ?
- This is Sid, man.
What's it say on your jacket there, Sid ?
Pythons ?
From Cleveland, fuckin' Ohio ?
Sid, this is Oatmeal.
Oatmeal's got the biggest testicles in Arizona.
- Wanna crank up the ol' noggin, Sid ?
- I'll do it.  Thanks.
So, Sid...
what kind of games do they
play in Cleveland, Ohio ?
Guns, man.
We like to play with guns.
You boys got any guns ?
Yeah, I guess we got some guns.
Pick yourself out one.
We'll shoot some cans.
Or somethin'.
You got any money ?
Has he got any money ?
Jesus Christ. Is the pope a Cadillac ?
[ laughing ]
Well, you ain't gonna have it long, Slick.
Your turn.
Who is that ?
[ Virgil ] Some kind of writer
doin' a book on bikers.
Um, name's Renee, man.
Don't pay no fuckin' attention to her.
- Go ahead and shoot.
- Come on, Sid.
We ain't got all fuckin' day.
[ cocking hammer ]
- You missed.
- Wrong.
Bullshit, man.
You fuckin' hit a can, it fuckin' moves.
- You callin' me a liar ?
- I'm callin' you worse than a liar.
I'm sayin' the Pythons
are a sissy-ass club.
And you are a chicken-shit
dog motherfucker.
- What the fuck you doin', man ?
- I'm gonna try again, Oatmeal.
I wanna make sure
the can moves this time.
Geez, what, are you fuckin' nuts ?
[ indistinct yelling ]
[ cheering ]
Stupid son of a bitch.
I'm gonna kill ya !
Who the fuck you gonna kill now,
blubber guts ? Aw, Jesus.
Who ?
I didn't mean nothin', man.
- Okay, who set off the fuckin' dynamite ?
- I did.
It was just a--
Virgil, shut your mouth.
- Who the fuck are you ?
- His name's Sid, man.
- What the fuck did I just say to you ?
- Shut up.
- Absolutely.
- What's goin' on, Sid ?
- You rat-fucked my colors.
- Hey, I was just screwin' around.
Get him to back off, Blood.
What are you gonna do ?
I think I'm gonna shoot him.
Aw, geez.  Aw, man,
I didn't mean anything.  Please.
Jesus, please.
Dirt, get her outta here.
Goddamn it, I didn't mean anything.
Come on, give me a break.
Fuck !
Jesus H. Christ !
You shoot him and I'll blow your
motherfuckin' brains out.
Nobody lives forever.
That's a fact.
Now shoot the fucker.
Oh, Jesus, I was just--
I was just foolin' around.
I'll kiss your fuckin' colors.
I like your colors. I love your fuckin' colors.
Your colors are wonderful.
Oh, geez, I'm peein' here !
[ laughing ]
Hey, this is supposed to be a wedding here.
Now, where's the goddamn bride ?
[ cheering ]
All right, we all came out here today
so Bubbles and Highside here can get married.
I want all you fuckin' assholes
to show a little bit of respect.
Do you, Bubbles, swear on this bible
you wanna let this...
smelly old scuzball, Highside,
lubricate your cylinder and, uh--
[ woman ]  Don't do it !
flush out your oil tank ?
[ cheering ]
I do.
Do you, Highside, wanna let
this ugly old bag...
handle your great big rod and little roller
bearings in the decidedly up-and-down fashion ?
Yeah, what the fuck.
Give the broad some tongue.
[ cheering ]
[ gunshots ]
We got a very unusual
situation here, Sid.
[ woman ]
Hey, Blood. How you doin' ?
Anybody pulls down on my family,
they usually end up dead.
But Oatmeal shit
on your colors and...
I like loyalty.
So in your case,
I guess I made an exception.
- I know you from somewhere, don't I ?
- I don't think so.
No ?
Trust me.
If you met me before,
you wouldn't fuckin' forget it.
Uh-huh.
Look, man,
I wanna move some contraband.
Buy it here, sell it in the midwest
and people say I gotta deal with you.
Is that right ?
What people is that, I wonder ?
Oh, you mean I got itallwrong ?
Sid...
You're either the dumbest fucker
I ever met in my life or...
you got the balls of an elephant.
Which one is it ?
You choose.