American Crude Page #2

What's the matter? Mommy and

Daddy won't let you out to play?

(VOCALIZES)

Tonight? Okay, you're on.

You little cutie-pie.

You'd better be there. Hope

you're as good as you sound.

You know downtown?

Like the back of my litter box.

Ooh.

You are a bad little kitty.

I live just east

of the convention center...

at 8th Street and...

Goddamn useless piece of sh*t.

How's your cream, Jim?

You know, Jim...

I'm running a little late

for work tonight, so maybe...

just this once we could

take a rain check?

I know what you do for work.

You don't exactly

have to "clock in."

I'm real sorry,

but I don't take rain checks.

I expect full payment upon completion

of each and every job I do.

And you know that.

Yeah, I know.

I'm sorry,

it was wrong of me to ask.

What would you like?

A spit and a polish

would do the trick.

Okay.

Yes, baby. Thattagirl.

Get in the car, Carnelito,

you're driving.

Where's the girl?

- I thought you said you were getting

me laid tonight. -(SMACKS LIPS)

Hold your horses,

she's in the trunk.

In the trunk?

In the trunk.

Well, is she hot?

(BANGING ON CAR TRUNK)

She's a real animal.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

OLIVIA:
What are you doing?

What do you mean?

F***ing rush me...

telling me how late we are...

and you let that guy in front

like we had all

the time in the world.

Jesus, what difference

does one car make?

Oh, that is what

everyone says, Bill.

I mean, one car turns into another

car, and another, and another.

That's not what this is about.

What is it about, Bill?

Johnny and Jane.

You don't wanna go.

I am having... I'm having a hard

time dealing with them right now.

What? Why?

Wha... I don't get it.

What, what? You just

suddenly outgrown them?

Yeah, kind of like

Puff the Dragon,

and little Jackie Paper,

you know?

It's just time to move on.

(CAR HORN BLARING)

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

What the f*** was that about?

That jerk almost took off

the front end of our car.

Well, then, don't shout at me,

it is not my fault.

I'm not shouting at you!

I'm just frustrated.

Then don't let him get away

with it, you know?

God, do something about it.

Like what?

I don't know, something.

Anything.

God. Give him the finger.

Tell him to f*** off.

Broadside him, whatever.

Just don't do nothing.

Come on, you f***ing wetbacks!

You f***ing lowlife losers!

Come on! Hey.

You trying to get us killed?

Have you ever

heard of road rage?

The guy could have a gun.

Oh.

You are always so careful.

Just so f***ing predictable.

I mean, what in the hell

are you so angry about?

I don't know.

You know,

I wish you'd figure it out.

Because we're getting married

next week...

and I don't want to spend the

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