Easy Six Page #5

Well...

now, Tom Jones, he's the one.

He's a real man.

He's the real f***ing deal.

You'll never see Tom Jones

doped out of his mind...

laying on his back in bed, eating

mashed potatoes with his hands...

crying for his mama.

"Mama! Mama!"

No.

I mean, they don't call

Tom Jones "the King" though.

They don't put his face on a stamp.

Perhaps, when he's dead,

he'll be more fully appreciated.

He'll never die.

P*ssy keeps men young,

you know that.

Tom Jones get more p*ssy

than the king of England.

He'll live to be about 200.

Like Moses.

Exactly.

Like Moses.

Hello?

Hi, Samantha. Yeah, we're just in

the limo, on the way to the airport.

Going to Hawaii.

Can't it wait until we get back?

Okay, I'll ask.

Can we stop by to see

a girlfriend of mine?

She wants to give us our

wedding present before we go.

- Of course. I remember Samantha.

- Yeah, we'll be there in a second.

Bye.

- That's another stop.

- You do just a quick one.

Fine.

Wait!

- Hi, Samantha.

- I'm so sorry.

What are you doing here?

I'm not going to let

my daughter marry a rapist.

- You're a sick man, Frank!

- Get back in that car!

- In the front seat.

- Hey, clown, put the gun away.

- Don't talk back.

- What the f*** is this?

Don't talk back.

Frank, this is ridiculous!

You have to stop it!

This guy's not gonna shoot anybody.

I know a coward when I see one.

Would you shut up?

Stop the car.

- Frank, this has gone far enough.

- What are you doing?

Don't stop the car. Keep moving

or I'll shoot you, goddamn it.

Oh, you're not

gonna shoot anybody.

Frank, you're a coach,

not a murderer. Put the gun away.

You don't think I have

the balls to kill you, do you?

- I'm not saying that.

- I am!

- Would you shut the f*** up?

- Look, they guy's sweating.

He's not gonna kill anybody.

He's never killed anybody.

You think I'm yellow, right?

- Yeah.

- Shut up!

You don't think I can do it, do you?

You don't think I can!

Well, watch this, Mr. Smart Guy!

Ah, Frank! Christ!

What is wrong with you?

It's a toy gun!

It's a pellet gun!

It takes 5 days to get a real one.

F***ing democrats!

You know what, it's just like a

coward to have a goddamn toy gun!

It's not a toy gun! You can put

someone's eye out with one of these!

- It says so in the f***ing box!

- Get the f*** out of my car.

- What are you doing?

- I'm gonna shoot your eye.

- Don't be stupid, Frank.

- You're f***ing disgusting, Frank.

I'm gonna shoot your eye out!

I'm gonna shoot your eye out!

- Disgusting!

- All right.

- I'm going to shoot you in the eye.

- Just take it easy.

Take it easy.

Take it easy!

I'm letting go.

You don't want to shoot anybody.

Just take it easy.

Just take it...

All right.

- That's not a real gun!

- You're a little late.

- Stand back, Sally.

- I'm going to shoot your dick off!

Take it easy now.

Sally, what the f***...

- Drop the gun.

- I'm gonna shoot your dick off.

I wanna shoot his dick off.

Get out of there!

You're not gonna shoot...

- Two hundred.

- I'm gonna shoot...

Shots fired.

Roll medic, roll medic.

I'm at the Fremont Experience.

Freemont Experience.

Off!

Don't touch me.

Don't touch me.

Why are you touching me?

Sally, no!

- Stop it!

- Hey, Sally, that's enough.

Roll medic, roll medic.

Shots fired.

Police! Please, clear the area!

Clear the area, please!

Clear!

Frank?

Frank...

I'm sorry, Sally.

I'm sorry about everything.

What are you gonna do now?

I think I'll head West.

Drive slowly,

take the back roads.

What about you?

I have some money

from the insurance, so...

I'll probably travel too,

I don't know.

If you'd like,

you can come with me.

To be honest, Sally, I suppose

none of it seemed real somehow.

- I almost forgot.

- Keep it.

No, you're gonna need it someday.

When you find the right person.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Sally.

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