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one second. I'm sure he'd love to hear it.

Uh, Mr. Cole, Cuervo,

the people from Cuervo...

would like you to know that they are

ready to match any offer that you get.

- Tell 'em we'll get back to 'em.

- Wait. Now, we have a deal.

Right? I mean,

it's a verbal agreement, Billy.

A verbal agreement in the state

of California doesn't hold any weight.

As a matter of fact, that's what my lawyer

told me, but even if it did...

I would never ever do business...

with a low-life hustler

like you.

Okay. Touch.

- I understand. I know why you're angry.

- Uh-huh.

And, hey, you know what? I respect it,

'cause you have every right to be.

- Pop, can l... can l...

- Just hold it a minute.

Mr. Buckner, I know it's difficult

to insult a man like you, but let me try.

I am not interested in doing business

with you and people of your kind.

- Yes, you would.

- On the other hand, when I use the word "you"...

I am not using the word "you"

in the pejorative.

No. I don't know what that means,

but he would never do that.

- All right. Well, fantastic.

We'll sign papers tomorrow.

- I hope so.

Okay. Great. I thought they were mad.

My radar was way off.

- Let's get those Cuervo people back on the phone.

- Pop, there was no Cuervo people.

I was using that for leverage. You understand?

Leverage? What you think that meant?

- Yeah.

- Oh, yeah. Hey, we're onto something here.

Just think about this:

Stripper bowling.

- Oh, Pop, I don't think that's...

- Stripper skiing.

- Look, Pop, it's cold.

- That's right. Things pop when they're cold.

Listen to this:
Stripper golf.

- Tell me more about this stripper golf thing.

- Stripper golf is great.

- I mean, 'cause you love golf anyway, right?

- Right.

So if you get a hole in one... Get it?

I'm gonna set you up,

and then you...

you spike the ball

into your opponent, understand?

- I spike.

- Ready?

- Jesus.

- Dad, are you okay?

- Why didn't he duck?

- He's blind, you idiot.

"A" mark.

You know, Mooney, we could probably

get you in The Guinness Book of Records...

for the size of sh*t you put out

of your little Chihuahua body.

- Would you mind fetching the girls forth?

- Yes, sir, Mr. Cole...

and may I say, you are one

of my favorite white people.

I'll be out in the field

if you need me.

Just call me weary.

Communist bastards.

You wanna wait for the plane,

or shoot it down?

Hey, listen. Anthony Hopkins

left us some sh*t... Sh*t.

Can't use none of that sh*t.

How long was l... gone?

Do I pet you? I'm good to you.

I read you dog stories.

I tickle you.

I tickle you till you pee.

And you like that a lot.

That guy looks familiar.

I want you

to have my children.

- They're in the car.

- Huh?

They're in my... You know,

I have two kids from another "wives."

- And they wanna meet you.

- I want a churro.

- Paul, it sounds like you're rewriting the movie.

- I know, I know!

- You are gonna do what?

- I'm gonna take strippers...

and turn 'em into volleyball players.

Why am I yelling? Do that again.

What?

"You're gonna turn strippers

into volleyball players?"

Yeah, I know. We knew that.

We were just acting.

Just give us a... second.

Thank you.

Okay? Ready? Go.

Keep rolling.

I'll have it in a second.

Okay. Now,

could you just give me the "action" again?

- Anytime.

- Action.

Your mother's ass.

This shouldn't take long.

I think we oughta

put another roll in.

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