Mo' Money Page #6

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- I am involved!

John?

Oh, Johnny.

- I need card numbers.

- I gave them back to Keith.

Wait, I got receipts.

Sh*t! They changed my access code!

Seymour! Oh, sh*t! Come on!

- Put him in Dilton's office!

- Get off me!

Check that room!

That's it! I'm going crazy!

- I have to get Seymour. Get out!

- Let me help.

Hey, stupid!

You f***!

Are we having fun?

Peekaboo, I see you.

Come on, let's go.

- But the tape?

- Forget it. We got dead bodies!

Oh, wow.

What are you doing here?

Out of doughnuts?

No, I came for credit!

You okay, Seymour?

- Of course.

- I wasn't talking to you.

I thought you'd have

your sh*t together. But you don't.

Come on! Take us both to hell.

Shoot him. Shoot him!

- Come on, test me out.

- Shoot him, Johnny.

- Close the door.

- F*** you!

Close the f***ing door!

- Why are you waiting?

- Stay with her.

What are you guys doing?

Son of a b*tch!

You're crazy!

Johnny, get me out of here.

Come on, Johnny!

Catch me if you can!

You ain't seen nothing, b*tch!

Watch the lady!

You're crazy.

Move, punk.

Sh*t.

Sh*t.

Sorry.

Move it, you piece of sh*t.

Sh*t.

I gotta go see my brother.

You again!

You son of a b*tch!

Damn.

Don't be sad.

Come back here!

Home base, I got a situation here.

Know something?

I have no use for you anymore.

Son of a b*tch.

You little sh*t!

Sh*t.

- Where's my brother?

- Dead.

- Then you're gonna join him.

- Johnny.

I'll kill you, you stupid f***.

I'm a good driver, don't you think?

That was close, Johnny.

Where you going?

Look at me.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

Come here.

The difference between me and you?

You play fair.

Hold this, Johnny.

Remember I said if you f***ed me,

I'd kill you? You f***ed me!

Remember I told you to kiss my ass?

Well, kiss my ass.

- Here we are, Mr. Cahn.

- Not so quickly.

- Here we are, Mr. Cahn.

- Not so quickly.

Excuse me, nurse. What room

is Johnny Stewart in?

What room is

John Stewart in?

332, down the hall.

Now get out of my face!

Thank you.

Son of a b*tch. Yes?

Flowers.

You won't be needing these...

...Jim.

- Look out, coming through.

- Emergency!

What's up?

- Am I interrupting something?

- No, sixth toe.

- Got you some flowers, bro.

- How sweet.

No, he probably took them off

some dead guy.

Johnny, I came up

with the master plan.

We sue the Dynasty Club.

We'll get workman's constipation!

No more scams, all right?

- You need to settle down.

- With who?

I know a girl.

Is she cute?

- What's my name?

- Is she cute?

- What's my name?

- Is she cute?

- Seymour.

- Hey, what's up, Charlotte girl?

You're looking beautiful, girl.

- I got you flowers.

- I got something for you too.

Johnny, I'll get you.

Now, where were we?

Mo' money! Mo' money! Mo' money!

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