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Ish worships you, and you've fed him

bullshit to line your own pockets.

Come on. Right now.

- You and me, bud.

- What...

Hey, look. Listen, lady.

I've done a lot of creepy things

in my life.

I'm won't lower myself

to having a fistfight with a girl.

Stop that!

Where is he?

Great.

"I thought you were my friends.

Good-bye. Ishmael."

I hope Ishmael has enough street smarts

to get to Reno by himself.

Poor guy.

He's like a baby out there.

I hope he doesn't get Munsoned

out in the middle of nowhere.

Oh, sh*t.

You know, I didn't realize it,

but we're near where I grew up.

What time are the tours

to your boyhood home?

You know, it's been...

17 years since I showed

my face around here.

How do I look?

You look good. Real sharp.

All right.

You okay?

l... It's just not what I expected.

What's taken you so long to come back?

Guess I was ashamed.

Everybody expected so much from me.

Everyone believed in me.

At least my dad did.

He gave me this when I left.

I never could get

the damn thing running.

It's funny. It's like time stopped

for me when I left this town.

He taught me a lot out here.

I got word he died about 10 years ago.

I didn't even have the nerve

to come back for the funeral.

Well, your old man would be proud.

Here you are, passing all that

bowling knowledge on to Ishmael.

No, he wouldn't be proud.

Let's go find that kid.

I sure hope you make enough money

out in Reno...

to save that town of yours.

Oh, thanks, Miss Tabitha.

- Time to settle up.

- Is that eight hours already?

This shift just flew by.

This lap dancing's so much fun, I feel

like I should be the one paying you.

- Gee, mister, I didn't know!

- Didn't know?

No, please, sir!

Please!

I-I can work it off. I'm pretty good

with a needle and thread.

I can knit. I can sew the girls'

costumes when they get frayed.

No, sir, please! I'll do anything!

Anything! Please!

Anything?

Come here.

What do you think about new beginnings?

What is that?

The feminine hygiene spray?

You and me, starting over.

Yeah.

I like that.

- Longish hair. Yeah. Down that way.

- Weird guy?

Uncle Willee's Snake Farm.

Yeah, he was here.

I offered him a job, a good job.

You think that guy took it?

He didn't take it.

The wimp is afraid of snakes.

Son of a b*tch, you're going in my soup.

Thank you.

Have you seen a big Amish guy

come through here...

40-ish, stocky, sort of friendly?

Kind of stupid?

Well, naive.

Feast your eyes.

Get in! Come on! Get a move on!

- Nobody quits in the middle of a show!

- Sons of b*tches!

I don't understand how you can still be

mad at us. We just saved your butt.

I heard what you were saying about me,

about each other.

I thought we were partners,

but I guess I was wrong.

It's tough out there, all right?

The world can kick your ass.

I only have a vague recollection

of when it wasn't kicking mine.

I guess that's why Claudia and I

were fighting.

We both had a rotten run of it

for awhile.

You get hurt over and over again,

you stop trusting people...

so you don't get hurt again.

Look, if you really want to end this,

we'll drop you off wherever you want.

If you want to go on...

from here on out, we're all

gonna work together as a team.

And no more bullshitting.

I promise.

You remember what it says in the Bible

about not forgiving, right?

I know exactly what it says.

It's against it, right?

"Jeffersons On Ice"! Look at that.

I love Sherman Helmsley!

What's this?

- What is that?

- It's a tattoo. Relax.

How could you let me do this?

I don't know. I don't remember a thing.

The whole night's a blur to me.

I've committed a sin.

I've desecrated my body.

Can't go home now.

No, can't go home.

It'll come right off.

It'll burn off in a jiffy.

Hey, this isn't so bad.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

You are going to give me $100,000

on the line...

and a $50,000 yell, okay?

Hey, top-heavy, give me a Tiparillo and

a sake and seltzer, s'il vous plait.

Okay. Here we go.

Come on! Do it to me!

Yeah, right. Overshot. All right.

No, it's okay,

because I am going to bet...

$800,000 on the line.

Okay?

Here we go.

Hey, doll-face, how about bringing me

a little Lady Luck?

- Sure thing.

- Well, no, not you.

Winner!

That's something.

All right.

Okay, here we go. Two number 64s...

and a 41.

Their 64 is supposed to be

the best in the city.

Yeah? That 41 doesn't look bad.

Go to the potato bar when you're ready.

Who is the biggest threat

to you in the tournament?

Me. If I get drunk, fall down and

hurt myself, I might lose. Sure, babe.

- What's your name?

- Darlene.

- I'm in 1103.

- Excuse me.

What's the story behind

this paternity suit against you?

It's not a case.

The woman's a stone-faced liar.

Let's not talk about that. I pulled out

of her really early on that one.

Sorry. Thanks for coming.

Hey!

The Munson.

Big Ern. Long time.

I'll say. Probably a year

for every topping on the table.

I heard a horrible rumor.

Oh, creepy!

I'm sorry.

You know, for the first couple years...

I felt responsible.

How you been otherwise?

The last 17 years,

a day hasn't gone by...

that I haven't thought about what I'd

say to you if I ever ran into you again.

I bet. Hello.

Oh, my God. Claudia?

You two know each other?

It's a small world

when you got unbelievable tits.

Baby, we had some good times

in Chicago.

I remember. I know

you haven't forgotten.

- Him and you? The two of you together?

- Why don't you quit slumming?

Come back to me.

Let's try to make it work.

Let's try, really try. How about it?

I'd rather mop the floors

at a peep show.

Oh, girl, you still got

your great stuff.

Why don't you get the hell out of here?

You ruined my life!

Are you still holding on to the anger?

I said I was sorry. I meant it.

I remember that night too, and I don't

remember anybody twisting your arm.

Oh, God! I just said "twisting your arm"

to Munson. I can't wait to tell people...

Don't do it. He's just trying

to lower you to his level.

Let me give you some advice.

Stay away from this guy.

Give him a wide berth.

He's what is called a born loser...

a real Munson.

You!

You just shut up, mister!

I don't know who you think you are...

but if you don't wiggle those

childbearing hips out that door...

you're going to find your nose

sniffing my big Amish ass!

I'm in 1103.

Thanks.

You okay?

I'm going to go after him, talk to him.

Boo.

You shouldn't have quit me.

Yeah? You shouldn't have hit me.

You think that hurt?

You wait and see what I do

to your two friends.

Look, we both made mistakes.

I've got 42 grand right there.

We can take off now.

Those guys are bugging me anyway.

I want to see those guys

one more time.

They're not worth it.

They're a couple of losers.

We can just take off right now.

I missed you.

You okay?

You're not taking a crap

in the sink, are you?

It's over.

It's broken.

I think it's just sprained.

Okay. It's broke.

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