Flawless Page #7

You know, it costs a lot

to look like a woman.

Too expensive to look this cheap.

F***er.

Death is cheap... f***er!

Just give me my money.

Understand that? Give me my money

and we're not gonna hurt you.

Give us the money. Give us the money.

Give it up, you b*tch!

No!

You shot him! F***ers!

Let him go! Let him go!

- Why should I?

- Let him go and I'll give you the money.

Rusty, don't do it! Don't do it!

F***in' b*tch! F*ggot!

Don't kill that b*tch till I get my money.

OK, hero boy. On a count of three

no money, no rest of your life.

Sound fair?

OK.

It's in the bedroom.

Show me, you gimp f***!

Come on, show me!

Where's the secret... F***!

Son of a b*tch!

F*** you!

Come on, you f***!

Quit your f***in' snivellin'.

Gotta knock that f***er down!

Knock that f***er down!

You motherf***er, you!

Where's the f***in' phone?

Come on, motherf***er!

Stop! Stop!

She's got the gun.

Catch that c*nt! Go!

Mrs. Spivak!

Call the cops! Call the cops!

Go away, or I'll call the police!

You ain't goin' nowhere,

you f***in' gimp f***!

Grace Kelly. Rear Window, honey.

All right.

Where you at, motherf***er?

You won't f***in' get away, man!

Oh, God.

F***er!

All right, girl.

Linda Hamilton.

Terminator... 2.

My money.

You clever b*tch.

Stickin' my money

in your f***in' ugly girdle.

Hold it.

Put down the gun, before your girlfriend

here gets a chance to blow Liberace.

Put it down.

Now put it down.

Put it down!

Thataboy.

Now, why don't you slide it over here?

Waldo Koontz and Russell Zimmerman.

Can you confirm it was self defense?

Yes. Self defense.

They were criminals. They were animals.

Brutes. They killed my mother's canary.

What?

They killed my mother's canary.

I called the police. Do I get a reward?

Now, the name's Ivana. I V A N A.

- Last name?

- Man.

lvana Man!

I knew that something was gonna happen.

Hi, Mom!

I won Miss Flawless for the third time.

Careful!

It's a shoulder wound. He'll be fine.

Oh! Mr. My Left Foot!

I'm sorry. Relatives only.

I'm his sister.

He's my sister.

Thank you.

All right!

I'll visit you. Bye, Rusty!

Community Hospital downtown? You got

medical insurance? How you gonna pay?

Cash, honey. New York Hospital, and I

want the best team of surgeons available.

You heard me, Nurse Ratched!

Burn rubber, girl. We're goin' uptown.

Lucky you didn't cut your balls off yet.

Come on! Come on, girls!

You tried to kill my sister!

Mr. Z means Mr. Zero!

Get off of me! Police brutality!

We've got witnesses!

Watch my crown! Watch my crown!

Is there... Is there any way of dropping the

jaw any more than you're doing it now?

It's just... OK.

I'm just...

You've had more practice than I have.

No, I know. I'm sorry.

So let's go with...

I have this.

No, I know. I was just...

It's just... OK. All right.

Let's go to Nick, then, all right?

How you doin' today, anyway?

You feeling good?

OK.

I feel great today. Feel great today. OK.

What's another name that we could do?

Nick?

All right. Nick.

Let's think of something better.

- Prick?

- All right. Let's do "prick".

Prick! All right, here we go.

Your song.

All right... my song!

All right, let's do bastard next.

Here we go. All right

we'll do prick, all right. For me.

My song! All right!

All right.

We're gonna do bastard. Here we go.

I can't even wrap

my mouth around that one.

Am I blushing?

Let's do "queen".

Right at the end here, you go like this...

I like that.

Just looking for names on the piano here.

Chuck.

Yeah, Chuck. Let's do Chuck.

Ready?

What the f***, Chuck?

Let's do "p*ssy".

You like p*ssy?

Yeah, you like p*ssy. I know you do.

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