Plump Fiction Page #3
- R
- Year:
- 1997
- 82 min
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your extermination bill.
So I opened up my heart,
allowing you to come into this
dank and mouldy room every night
and take off all your clothes
in front of drunken low-life,
pathetic scumbag strangers,
so you could afford
to pay me back.
But that was four years ago.
Monticello, I have paid you back
for the frigging extermination.
Did the ants
ever come back, Kandy?
(SIGHS)
No. No.
Because I did my job.
And you don't leave here
until you finish yours.
('ROCK YOUR BABY' PLAYS)
Bonjour, Rhonda.
Jimmy. They let you back
in the country? Good move.
Say, Rhonda,
do you wanna hear what they call
a bartender in Albania?
No.
Are you sure? It's kinda wacky.
Keep it in your pants, Sundance.
So, is the big guy around?
He's over there.
Talking to one of the strippers.
Now, all this money
might seem unfair,
but if it's any consolation to you,
I just took it up the butt myself.
Couple of whacked-out wrestlers
doublecrossed me
and made off with
a very valuable briefcase.
So, do we feel good about this?
Say it.
We feel good about this.
Like you mean it.
We feel good about this.
Good.
Now say it like you're underwater.
What?
Say it.
(GURGLES)
We feel good about this.
Hey, Jimmy-
I hear you're taking Mimi out
to break some bread.
Yeah, well, Monticello wants me
to spend the afternoon with her.
Whatever you do,
don't let her eat Mexican.
(MARIACHI MUSIC)
Mexican'?
Yeah, you know, tacos,
fajitas, enchiladas.
Why not'?
'Cause that's when
all the trouble starts.
Trouble?
Yeah.
You didn't hear
about Tony Krakatoa?
I heard some things.
All I know is Mimi sends Tony out
for some chimichangas, right?
The next thing you know, he's packed
tighter than a Japanese subway
at rush hour!
Hey, Jimmy-
You wanna know what they call
a burrito over at Montello's house?
What?
They don't, stupid!
Haven't you been listening?
No Mexican!
Putz.
You strippers will do anything
for a buck.
(LAUGHS) Come on, now.
Get out of here before I wet my pants.
Come on, squee-zam,
you f***in'...
Nice tinsel.
F*** off.
Hey, hey! There he is!
Jimmy Nova!
Mr Eurotrash himself. Hey!
You kill any bugs for me
this morning'?
I'm back on the job.
Attaboy.
I can see, travelling around the world,
you haven't lost your touch.
Wanna hear what they call
a cockroach in Botswana?
Why the f***
would anybody wanna know that'?
Now, look, this afternoon,
I'm sending you out
on your most important job yet.
Now, you know my Mimi
means the world to me.
And if anything should happen to
my sweet, plump, adorable little Mimi,
I couldn't be held accountable
for my actions.
I hear ya.
Good.
So, we feel good about this?
Say it.
We feel good about this.
Good.
Now, say it like there was
a hot poker up your ass.
('CRIMSON & CLOVER' BY TOMMY
HAMES AND THE SHONDELLS)
(ELEPHANT TRUMPETS)
MIMI:
Jimmy.I'm slipping into
something more comfortable.
The door's unlocked.
Come on in and..."
(BURPS)
..make yourself at home.
Mimi."
Hello? (KNOCKS AT DOOR)
Anybody home?
Mimi?
(OVER P.A. SYSTEM) Hello, Jimmy.
Is that you?
Hey! Turn it down, will ya'?
(NOISY FEEDBACK)
There. Is that better, cowboy'?
Yeah, it's much better.
Hey, where the hell are ya'?
I'm gonna be another minute
putting on my face.
Why don't you take off your jacket
and stay a while, Tex'?
Alright.
Say, uh...
...can I use
the little cowpokes' room'?
What?
I need to lead my horse to water.
What are you talking about?
I gotta take a leak, alright?
Oh. Knock yourself out.
Just remember, all employees
must wash their hands
before returning to work.
That means you, partner.
Which way?
Right behind you.
First door on your right.
Hurry back so we can... mambo.
(MUSIC STOPS)
Now, what did Daddy's little hit man
bring Mimi for being so good?
(TOILET FLUSHES)
Bingo!
Mmm, mmm...
(GASPS)
Mmm!
oh-my God!
Mimi! No!
Oh, God, it's great.
Hey!
Bring it up.
(GRUNTS)
Come on. Come on.
(GRUNTS) Ooh! Ahh!
God! Buy me a drink first.
You just swallowed
that whole eclair'?
Relax. I'll buy you another.
No. You don't understand. It's...
Stale'? I know.
But I had to have something.
I have this little
blood sugar problem.
Didn't Monticello tell you?
So...
...how do I look?
Er... nice.
(CRASH)
Really nice.
To keep our little date
from becoming a complete snore,
we have to make
a little pit stop first.
I hope you brought some protection.
Protection?
I have to pick something up
in Van Nuys.
How do you expect to protect me
if you didn't bring a little heat, Starsky'?
JIMMY:
God!You're the worst driver.
SONG:
Dead kings,many things I can't define
Occasions, persuasions
clutter your mind
Incense and peppermints,
the colour of time
Who cares
what games we choose'?
Little to win
but nothing to lose.
Honey.
Coming, Pookie.
Look who just dropped by
for a quick pick-me-up.
(LAUGHS)
Mimi, you minx!
Where the dickens
have you been?
Mimi, your new hairdo is just
so much fun. Show it to Les.
Les, honey,
isn't Mimi's hairjust F-U-N?
W-O-W.
BOTH:
Wow!Thank you.
(CANNED LAUGHTER)
Who's your friend?
Oh, this is Jimmy Nova.
He's my escort for the afternoon.
He works for Monticello.
BOTH:
Ooh.Bang bang, huh, Jimmy'?
Wild.
Your money or your wife, huh?
It's not what you think.
I'm just an exterminator.
I bet you're murder with that Magnum
weapon of yours, aren't you, scamp'?
Ooh!
(CAN N ED LAUGHTER)
Bang bang.
Ouch.
Right through the heart.
(BOTH LAUGH FORCEDLY)
(CAN N ED LAUGHTER)
Well, you two didn't come all the way
over here just to stand by a lava lamp.
Mimi, wait till you see the shipment
that Les just got in.
It's some incredible stuff.
Show me!
This way to the bean bag.
(FARTING NOISES)
(CANNED LAUGHTER)
You are gonna love this stuff.
(MIMI GASPS) Ohh!
Jesus, Mimi.
This is Topolo, from Colombia.
Very rich.
This is Chaco -
bitter but equally as good.
And this...
...is Basco.
Ohh.
From the Black Forest of Germany.
(BOTH SNIGGER)
Now, these two are the same -
45 and ounce.
These are friend prices.
This one... this one's 75.
$75? Is it worth it'?
Mimi, this Basco is wild.
It's crazy with a 'K'.
OK. I'll take $500 worth.
Hold on a second there, Mimi.
Look, what you do on your own time,
that's your business.
But today you're with me,
and I'm not driving around
with a shitload of hashish.
(LAUGHS) Are you insane, Columbo'?
It's not hashish.
It's chocolate.
It's black-market fudge, Jimmy.
(CANNED LAUGHTER)
Did he say 'hash'?
(LAUGHS)
Jimmy, this is the Valley.
Mind if I spark some up
right here?
(CAN N ED LAUGHTER)
Please do.
Our casa is your casa.
Um... l can't get it open.
Oh, they double-seal 'em like that
for customs.
Here, help me out with this, Samson.
I'll get a knife.
JIMMY:
I can't get it.Do you have any cookies?
Just give it to me.
I need some sugar!
Please, I'm feeling a little...
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