C.O.G.
WOMAN:
(FAINTLY) I said,"You're goddamn right, I'm having this baby.
"I'm having this stinking piece of sh*t,
whether you want to be the daddy or not."
I said, "I'm done f***ing around
with an old white-faced n*gger
"too busy chasing bush p*ssy
to get off his fat ass
"and get himself a job.
"You crawled out of your mammy's
old, tattered p*ssy
"and grabbed hold
of those milk-stained titties
"and ain't looked back once.
"So if you don't want this baby,
I'll find another son of a b*tch
"who won't look at the world
through the slit of his sh*t-blistered,
"faggoty-assed, worm-sized dick."
(SHOUTS) Are you listenin' to me?
-Yeah.
-Good!
'Cause I don't want to be wasting
So I said,
"You can suck the cream out of
my old granddaddy's cum-stained cock
"before I ever let you see the face
of this wrinkly-assed baby.
"And if it looks anything like you,
"I'll have that doctor saw off
his f***ing head and use it as bait."
(SOBS) Can you believe,
that after all that sh*t
the bastard put me through,
he had the nerve to ask me
what I was planning on naming that baby.
Can you believe that?
Motherf***er, you try kicking me,
I'll come in there with a coat hanger
and give you something to kick about!
(WOMAN MOANING)
These last five hours...
someone like you here.
Me, too.
(WOMAN MOANS)
WOMAN:
Mmm-mmm.Come on. It's almost my stop.
WOMAN:
Okay.(WOMAN MOANING)
MAN:
Hey.-Hey!
-Yeah?
You think you're gonna
learn something from that book?
Trying to.
I'll tell you something.
You really want to learn the truth,
there's only one place to do it.
The Chatham Correctional Institute.
It's the best f***ing school
in this entire country.
-It taught me everything I know.
-I bet it did.
Hell, you could fill a racetrack
with every piece of sh*t ever written,
but you would still learn more
right here in this seat, talking to me.
Have you opened your heart up to Jesus?
(SIGHS)
Look, I'm going to spare you the effort.
I think that religion is meant for people
who aren't smart enough
to understand how the world really works.
And are so scared
of being small and insignificant
that they need someone to tell them
how special and important they really are.
Also, never having personally seen
a racetrack full of books,
-I'll take my chances.
-Oh, book...
You can go take your imaginary ghost
somewhere else.
-The Bible says...
-I know what the Bible says.
Well, then what's your problem with it?
It's poorly written.
Hey.
Hey.
So what do you do?
I'm a student.
(CHUCKLES)
You look a little old to be in school.
What grade are you in?
You wouldn't understand.
Speed, 50.
(MAN COUGHING)
(HACKING COUGH)
Cat in that car.
(EXHALES)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(SNIFFS)
(SIGHS)
MAN:
It's your stop.(CLINKING)
(BEEPING)
(LINE RINGING)
WOMAN:
(ON ANSWERING MACHINE)Hi. We're not home right now,
so leave a message after the beep,
and we'll call you back.
(BEEPS)
Hey. It's me.
I'm only letting you know
I got here as a courtesy.
Mom, please don't try to reach me.
And don't try to say you're sorry.
I'm going off the radar for a while,
and (CHUCKLES) it's going to be amazing.
Maybe you'll hear from me at some point,
but you probably won't.
(HANGS UP)
(CLOCK TICKING)
Is this Mrs. Hobbs?
-She's dead.
-Oh.
-Sorry.
-She had cancer.
Now Ringo, there,
has got the same damn thing.
He's got tumors up his ass
the size of Bartlett pears.
(CLEARS THROAT) Let's see. David, right?
Uh, Samuel, actually.
Oh.
It says you're working together
with some girl.
Yeah. Jennifer. She'll be here next week.
Okay. So what are you doing here?
Well, like I said over the phone,
I want a change of pace for a little bit.
Get my hands dirty.
HOBBS:
I've got four weeks to ripall these a**holes off the branches
before they shrivel.
I'll come by at the end of the day
and check your bins.
For each bin, I'll pay you $40.
For every f***ed apple in the bin,
I'll dock you a dollar.
DAVID:
One bad applespoils the whole bunch.
You're telling me?
The kids who live around here,
they think they're too goddamn good to work.
The only thing left is trash or Mexicans,
and I'll take the stupid Mexicans any day.
No, I don't.
They didn't teach you that at your college?
No, I studied Japanese.
Huh. What the f*** for?
Yeah, we'll find you a bed in here,
and the amigos make food in the morning
and at night on the pit outside.
I'm sure they'll let you in
on some of it, if you're nice.
-Pedro!
-S, Sr. Hobbs.
Pedro, this is Samuel. He's from New York.
DAVID:
Connecticut.He's come out here to see
what it's like on the other side.
I want you to show him the ropes.
DAVID:
Hi.Soy Samuel.
Pedro de dnde eres.
Oh, I don't speak Spanish.
-(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)
-No Espaol.
-(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)
-Okay.
(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)
(RAIN PATTERING)
(GRUNTS)
I thought this would be easier.
I figured you just picked them up
off the ground when they fell.
Oh, f***!
-Hey!
-DAVID:
Sorry.(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)
(EXHALES)
Good job, guys.
(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)
(INDISTINCT TALKING)
(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)
Thank you.
-Salsa?
-No, thank you.
(SCOFFS)
(MURMURING)
So I said to her, I said,
"How come you're not coming with me?"
She wanted to take a ride from some guy
she just met who was driving to California,
and she said that he only had room
for her in his car.
So she forced me to take the bus
all by myself.
The bus.
Can you believe that?
PEDRO:
Mmm-hmm.Well, you wouldn't believe it
if you knew what I was saying.
(ENGINE RUMBLING)
Hey!
What the hell you doing?
-Taking a break.
-A break?
I was tired.
You're supposed to work, not sit there
wasting your time reading crap.
Come here.
(DAVID SIGHS)
I want you to do something for me.
Okay.
I want you to go in town...
And fill up this tank with butane gas.
I need it for my stove.
-Okay, but...
-Can you do that?
Yeah, which car should I take?
MAN:
Good morning. How are you?I'll go ahead and give that to you,
if you don't mind.
Whoops! You forgot it.
Oh, no! (CHUCKLES) Oh, no!
-Hey!
-Hi.
-That looks heavy.
-Yep.
Hey, what's your name?
Sorry, I'm not gonna buy anything from you.
Oh, no, no, no.
What I'm selling doesn't cost any money.
-Look at that.
-What's a C.O.G.?
-Why don't you try guessing?
-I don't really like guessing games.
I don't know. Come on.
Just go ahead. Just give it a try.
-Capable of genocide?
-Ah, no. (CLICKS TONGUE) No.
Oh, well. If you were one, you'd know.
How's that?
Well, have you let Jesus into your heart?
(GROANS) I'm an atheist.
Oh! If you don't believe in anything,
what's there left to believe in?
-That doesn't make any sense.
-(LAUGHS)
Well, my name is Jon.
I'll be right here when you're ready
to stop talking nonsense.
In the meanwhile, look at that.
-There's my number.
-Great.
-You call me if you need anything.
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