Bullet Page #2

and have some kasha varnishkes.

Ma, l don't know

where my teeth are.

Pop, are you wearing my teeth?

Can't you just feel

the love in this room?

What?

l'm in no mood

for your sh*t tonight.

Do yourself a favor--

go back to your room.

l'm going back to my room,

and l'm going to make sure

that you do not enter it.

Louis, please change your underwears.

They're filthy.

l don't want to change

my underwear.

l won't be living here much longer, Ma.

l'm leaving the country.

l've signed up with an elite

Special Forces unit.

Don't ask me any information, see,

because even if l were to get caught,

l wouldn't tell them sh*t.

l see the shrinks

are making progress.

Kid, what up?

You're looking good.

Amigo, your ride's here.

- Don't give me any more of this.

- l'm not going to give you--

l don't need this aggravation.

Do you understand?

What up, Tank?

How you doing, man?

Don't give me that ''what up'' sh*t.

l hope you wasn't down

with that bagel-eating motherf***er.

What are you talking about?

Bullet just got out

of the penitentiary.

- Yeah, so?

- So?

He robbed two of my best customers,

stuck my man Flaco in the eye,

and took off

with my product and my cash, so!

Tank, no sh*t, this is

the first l heard of this.

Honestly.

l should have murdered that motherf***er

three years ago while we was up north.

Listen, Tank, what the f***

you want from us, anyway?

What do l want?

l want you to find the motherf***er

and bring him to me!

Would you stop?

l'll find out what happened.

You do that, Paddy.

You do that, because if you don't,

me and you going to have problems.

You understand?

Why you got to jump

all over me like this?

Why can't you chill out?

l'll find out what happened.

You got my cash?

Yeah, l got your cash.

lt's all there--24 large.

Jesus Christ.

What's the matter,

you don't trust me anymore?

l don't trust no-motherfucking-body.

Until this sh*t is over

and l got

that motherf***er's head

on a platter, you cut off.

This is bullshit.

You want to do something

about it, little man?

Chill.

Paddy, you tell Bullet l said

the only bullet he's going to see

is the one l'm going to put

in his f***ing ass.

You got that?

- Yeah, l got it.

- Good.

Y'all get up from around me.

Y'all stinking up my car.

Smell like wet dogs

in this motherf***er.

Get out of here!

Top of the morning, fellas.

Let's go.

Suck my dick, you stupid n*gger.

F*** you! F*** you!

F***ing white boys, man.

What the f*** are we doing

in this spic joint?

Come on, man, look around.

Here, take a Spanish fly.

Excuse me.

Would you like to dance?

l like the way you move.

You look...

You look, like, really,

really hard, you know?.

Looks are deceiving.

l mean, come on,

you don't dance?

We could dance.

Why don't you dance?

l'll watch you.

Man, why don't you

loosen up a little, man?

Sit down.

Can't you enjoy yourself?

What's up, bro?

You got ability.

You could do something with this.

Get your head screwed on right,

you could make some money,

get away from all this bullshit.

Listen, l do what l do.

There ain't nothin' else to it.

You ever heard

of Pablo Picasso?

Yeah, l heard of him.

Picasso said that art

is the ultimate perpetration of fraud.

What he really meant was

this is all bullshit.

See, a piece of paper

or the canvas and the paint,

it all costs a few bucks.

The finished product

goes for a million dollars!

What the f***'s wrong

with a million dollars?

Nothing's wrong with it.

The thing is,

is that all it means

is something

is wrong with the system.

l'll tell you something--people love

controlling other people, all right?

Bro, we're only here

for a cup of coffee.

You got to take care

of what you believe in.

Eight years l ain't busted a nut.

That spic broad over there--

l'm going to give it to her good tonight.

Don't worry about it.

lt happens to everybody.

You know?.

l like to be here with you anyway.

l can jerk it.

l can whack it.

l could smack it.

lt just don't work.

lt's dead.

lt's okay.

lt doesn't matter.

lt's okay.

lt doesn't matter.

- lt doesn't matter, okay?

- Yeah, whatever.

- l got to go, okay?

- Sure, baby, you go.

This is the not-to-be-missed story

of how air power helped win...

By September the 10th...

Close the f***ing door!

Are you nuts?

Tell me about this little journey

you're about to take.

Sorry, brother.

That's confidential information.

- You talk to anybody about this?

- No!

But l will tell you this

because l trust you.

l am going to gather--

Ten-hut! Sit!

l am going to gather an army

of invisible warriors.

This time, l will have experienced,

well-trained troops.

Military force

is not constant at--f***.

Victory in war

is not repetitious.

lt is constantly changing form.

l don't expect a civilian like you

to understand what l'm talking about...

But you know that.

Whatever form my enemy has,

me and my unit will kick

the living sh*t out of them

and attain total victory.

l love you.

Chagall...

There ain't no such thing

as lovers Over the Town,

not in this family, anyway, all right?

You got Butchy

to thank for that.

You're too young to remember,

but he robbed everybody

in this household.

He even stole your little piggy bank

for a couple lousy bags of dope.

F*** him.

Let him live someplace else.

Nobody wants him here.

Where is he going to go?

He's got no place else to go.

War is war!

lt ain't f***ing Monopoly!

l had simpleminded, pimple-faced,

inexperienced recruits

not much older than you guys.

Two thousand years ago,

Sun Tzu,

an ancient Chinese warrior,

left behind secret documents

on the art of war.

l happen to be in possession

of those documents.

- Can we see them?

- No, you cannot see them!

- You have to earn that right, private.

- Yes, sir.

Get your mama's titty out

of your mouth and talk, soldier!

Yes, sir!

Goddamn it!

God-f***ing-damn it!

You needle-d*cks don't know

what l'm talking about!

You ain't never been surrounded

by North Vietnamese regulars.

Seventh Cav, baby--

we was the best.

Now, that was a war!

l get a big pink boner

every time l think about that.

None of that limp-dick, Desert Storm,

puppy-sh*t, smart-weapons bullshit.

No, you're the only smart weapon.

Stanley, you're the smart weapon.

l want you to demonstrate

what we did last week.

Philly, up against the car.

Here you go.

Go ahead, Stanley.

Okay, first you jab

the knife in the throat.

When you feel you've hit the spine,

rip the blade to the right.

Make sure to cut

the two coronary arteries.

Good. That's good.

- Good job, Stanley.

- Thank you.

All right, Stanley.

Too sexy for my car,

too sexy by far

And l'm too sexy for my hat

Catwalk,

on the catwalk

Come on!

Jesus Christ.

Nice sled, Lester.

Looks like a f***ing

Hostess Sno Ball.

Just get in.

My mother's on vacation in Florida.

What's this garbage?

Sounds like a chipmunk with diarrhea.

l like that.

What are you doing?

Cost me $10.95 plus tax.

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