Lost Cat Corona Page #2
I live every day
to die, partner.
So today, it's me or you?
Yeah, tweasel said
to look out for you.
Yeah, tweasel is a fucktard.
And, let's be clear on, man.
I'm hearing.
Tweasel organizes
a whole little party.
We just here to facilitate.
You get my brother's truck
back here.
And we'll take it from there,
clean, no wrinkles.
You have my word.
And what word are
Is the word chair?
Or is it recalcitrant?
I would like that word.
It...
It's my promise.
I got you again!
You gotta relax, Bambi!
Don't push it over 60.
It'll stall.
It has a tendency to stall.
Maybe I'll step into
Catch a little buzz.
That sh*t'll turn
your brain to glue, come on.
Nah, that smells good!
Right, amen?
Amir.
You know how to drive a stick?
Ah, been a while.
That's all right.
It's automatic.
Don't you ever f***ing
point your finger at me!
I will cut it off!
There she is.
Unless you planning on
running on fumes?
Hit the f***ing pump.
Where'd you find him?
Hey. Not yet.
You find him?
Did you shake
the dry food bag outside?
I shook the bag.
I'm out looking for him now.
Hey, tell her
you just found an ear.
Can you believe we're still
waiting for my mother
to go into surgery?
I want to hang myself.
Wait a second.
What's going on?
I'm waiting to find
if Connie hung herself.
How is it for her?
This is so ridiculous.
They actually had to
get here early, for what?
My mother hasn't had
a thing to eat.
Since midnight.
Mom, please.
Did you check the Gregory's?
Think I'm gonna pass out.
Stop.
All right, listen.
Let me call you once she gets in
to surgery all right?
Hey, make sure
you call me all right.
Don't forget.
Call me, okay.
Bye.
Yeah. Bye.
Everything copacetic?
Yeah.
What kind of a surgery
is Connie's mom having?
Hernia.
Ooh, a guy worked out a hernia.
His intestines went right into
his right nut.
Blew up like a soft ball.
I'm pretty sure
that's not gonna happen
to Connie's mom.
It's definitely
a man's ear for sure.
I say,
we looking for a guy, 6'2",
brown hair,
walks with a limp,
or a guy
with his left ear cut off,
who knows.
I don't wanna know.
But I'm riding around
with a guy's ear in a bag.
So I don't wanna
talk about it.
I still can't believe
you put that f***ing money
in your pocket.
Why!
Why?
Because of the fact
it was in a bag
with a decomposing ear.
Means nothing to you, huh?
Whipped your sorry ass.
It doesn't count.
Oh, it counts.
Come on.
You really are a dick sometimes.
See, I told you already.
Cecil went away with her folks.
Dealing with
some family sh*t.
Like you said.
They're not home.
You're not thinking
of breaking in, are you?
Hello.
What are you two
doing back here?
Is Cecil home?
We go to school with her.
I don't like you sneaking around
looking in windows.
Oh, we sneaking?
She's not here.
So, why don't you call or
text her, or whatever it is
you do?
Thanks.
We'll see Cecil at school.
F*** her.
Wherever she is.
All right,
what are you looking at now?
We are right on schedule, man.
We covered that, and that...
Louis and park.
Why don't we just look
on the other side
of coroner Avenue?
Well, we haven't covered
I was...
Etiquette!
Etiquette said so.
What do you know of etiquette?
Where do you come up
with this sh*t?
I'm talking about
modern day etiquette.
Fellatio.
Fellatio, is the sincerest
form of flattery.
"Don't flatter yourself,"
just got
a whole new meaning.
Oh, wait a second.
Maybe it's all sex.
'Cause that's both
man and woman.
Now you are
one messed up individual.
Don't you have to be some place?
Oh, come on.
You know you'd miss me.
I would.
For all the wrong reason.
For all the right reason.
Hey, what's up?
What are you doing?
Ricky!
- Hey, ponce!
- Son of a b*tch, man!
How are you, man?
What's up, man?
Yo, you with this guy?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You live here?
No, this is
my lady's friend place.
What do you think?
Yo, what's up?
What are you doing around here?
We're looking for his cat.
Dom, Ricky. Ricky, dom.
A cat?
Yeah.
Man, personally, listen to me.
I don't dig cats.
I'm more of a dog guy.
They're loyal.
They won't run off on you.
Some people with cats,
they are like real a**holes,
you know what I mean.
No offense,
know what I'm saying.
But hey, I almost ran over a cat
coming over here now, though.
By 104, near the church.
Yeah.
Yeah, I almost got
three points.
Listen, our first solid
lead in the case.
Bye, I love you.
Good seeing you, man.
Say hi to the family.
Take care.
A**hole.
You know, I may be an a**hole,
but your friend was an a**hole,
for calling me an a**hole.
Well, let's go back
and beat him to a pulp.
Hey, you may wanna
double up on that.
What, you don't believe in them,
god, heaven, death, evil,
all that stuff?
Nah.
Whether I'm heading
up or down.
What's gonna be said
on my headstone.
I know what mine's gonna say.
I should have been cremated.
Well, you can never
make up your mind
on this sh*t.
He's not here.
Let's get the hell out.
Father.
Father, for the rectory.
No, no, please, please.
What time is it?
I'm starving.
Again with this.
Wonder if Dominic
checked the playground.
Enough with the cat.
You're more worried of him,
than you're of me.
Oh, stop being so melodramatic.
I bet somebody died in the or.
That's why we're still waiting.
It's probably that
old hunch back lady
with that frizzy gray hair
that was sitting over there.
She looked horrible.
Hey,
I'm sitting over here now.
If they don't call you soon,
I'm gonna perform
the surgery myself.
Would you two stop now?
Could I like, maybe have
a piece of hard candy?
No.
It will kill you, ma.
Whoever heard of somebody
dying from a piece of candy?
People choke on candy
all the time.
Look at me.
You need an empty stomach.
How much room
Oh my god,
we're gonna be here all day.
If Dominic doesn't find Leonard,
I'm gonna kill him.
I swear.
Stop being so melodramatic.
- Sal...
- Johnny...
Sal, what you're asking me
is totally out of the question.
Just tell me truthfully.
How much you making
on the casket?
It's just not done.
There are health laws.
Come on, sal!
Health laws? They're dead.
What are you worried about?
Look, all I'm saying is,
we flip it.
It's against the law.
I can't. I won't.
You're telling me
you don't resell stuff.
How many funerals
those flowers been to out there?
Johnny, my father's being
cremated for Christ sake.
We're recycling,
look at it that way.
Good for the planet, no?
Come on.
How much you making
on the box?
Eight hundred, a grand.
It's none of your business,
how much I'm making on the box.
How about that, sal?
Johnny, come on.
Come on, Sally...
Oh, Johnny,
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