Pawn Shop Chronicles Page #7
Every single minute!
I just got one thing to say,
that's God bless America
and long live the King!
Elvis! Elvis! Elvis!
The King lives on.
- That was amazing.
- Well, thank you, sir.
- Thank you very much.
- Just amazing.
Thank you, sir! Thank
you very, very much.
Say, I just wanted to ask you.
What's with these here flag ladies?
They done smell like sh*t.
I thought they were
with your show.
Oh, that's right. They
are part of my deal.
- Yeah, I bring them along with me.
- Speaking of deals,
how would you like to join
Jerry Cleveland Enterprises?
in eight states
throughout the Southeast.
And it pays.
Why, yes, sir, I would.
I would, indeed.
Yes, I would! I would!
Thank you very much, sir.
I made it! I made it!
- Hey, handsome.
- Howdy.
I caught your show. I
was pretty impressed.
Well, thank you.
Thank you very much.
So listen, I'm sorry about
all that stuff I said.
- Are you now?
- Let's get outta here.
- Let's go home, baby.
I am home. This is my home.
That's my home.
Open road is my home
'cause I'm signed on with
Jerry Cleveland Enterprises.
I may be doing at least
eight shows a week.
I'm gonna get paid money.
Real money.
- Whoo!
- You're just gonna leave me here?
That's right. Like
you done did to me.
I'm just gonna leave
you right here.
But you're gonna be
just fine, sweetheart.
You know why? 'Cause you got
something that I don't.
- What's that?
- A kitty cat. Whoo!
Well, I can find a man
and a place to stay
in five minutes.
All right. Whoa. Nothing.
That's freaky.
Okay. Take all the
time you need!
I hear you're looking
for a place to stay.
I've got an open spot
if you need a few days
to get your feet
back on the ground.
Well, thank you.
to take you up on that.
Are you okay?
What happened to you?
Just a little accident.
Ladies, I've been
looking for you.
Why don't you go and
get in the van?
Don't worry. You
can ride up front.
What do you mean you ain't
never ate a tater tot?
I don't
believe in them.
Believe in them..
Christ's name.
Some people don't believe
in God or the tooth fairy.
You think you have the right to
dismiss the existence of tater tots.
Every freezer section, every grocery
across this nation has tater tots.
I do not believe in eating
processed potatoes.
Well, ain't that something?
Sometimes you come in here eating
pickled pig's ass out of a jar.
But now.. now you too
good for tater tots.
- Now I've heard everything.
- Oh.
You know what?
Speaking of pickled pig's ass..
before my old lady
get to raising sand.
Go on, now.
Okay, then. I'll see
you in the morning.
God willing.
- Hi there.
- How can I help you today?
Hi. How can I help you?
I'm just looking for
a baseball bat.
Yeah, I got one of them.
I don't know. It's
here somewhere.
I got one of them right here.
That's the one I got.
It's the only one I got.
Right there. That'll be $7.
Yeah? This should work.
- Yep.
- Yeah.
- Take a look at my truck out there.
- Oh.
You like it?
Hey, whoa..
You think you can just
get rid of your car
and I wouldn't be
able to find ya?
There's only, like.. five
people in this whole town!
You got to understand
something..
Oh! Don't do that. Sh*t!
Nobody flips me..
Get off!
Oh, sh*t! Ow.
Sh*t.
Oh, you sick little midget.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
Don't do it, Alton.
- Hell, you..
- He ain't worth going to prison for.
If I bury him deep enough,
nobody will know better.
Come on, man. Ain't you never
seen "Forensics Files"?
They can find molecules
of your ass hair
and poop on stuff I ain't
even heard of before.
- What the hell are you talking about?
- I don't know.
I just know that they
always find the killer.
Don't do it. Come on.
You get your ass outta here.
All right?
Unless you got a piece of
yellow brick road to pawn,
don't you come back
around here again.
Fine.
business meeting in Atlanta
because of you anyway.
- Oh, Jesus.
- Damn.
What in the hell was that about?
It's a long story.
I gave him the finger.
He's been stalking
me ever since.
Well, I guess it's
a short story.
Sh*t.
Hey, how much you
give me on this?
Uh.. let me see.
I'll give you 40.
Sold.
Here.
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