Postal Page #3
what did you say?
What'd you say, b*tch?
Aah!
Why don't you stir-fry that?
[ man laughing ]
WOMAN:
Holy f***!MAN:
Damn!Yeah, that'll get her moving!
Man.
What happened over there?
B*tch called me n*gger.
[ indistinct conversations ]
Ooh.
Whoa-ho-ho!
Did you see that?
Yeah.
[ chuckles ]
One date with me,
she'll look like she's been hit
with a mayonnaise truck.
[ both laugh ]
That's right, Mr. Stickum.
[ both laugh ]
Yeah, I hope she comes back.
You got to hold it.
[ whimpers ]
Thank you.
Okay.
All set?
- Yes.
What do you got?
- I will have a medium...
[ squeaking ]
No, you know what?
I'm gonna have a large.
I'll have a large mocha.
Okay.
No.
No, you know what?
Maybe a -- maybe a vanilla.
Okay.
W-w-what do you think
goes better with bagels?
Unh!
You had 10 minutes
to make up your f***ing mind!
What is it with you people?
Can somebody please tell me?
I mean, we sell coffee.
That's it, nothing else.
You're not buying a car,
I mean, right?
Make a f***ing decision, huh?
How about it?
I know.
Here we go.
You're gonna have
a regular coffee.
Careful -- the beverage you're
about to enjoy is extremely hot.
Next?
Uh...
What?
I, um --
Two lattes,
no foam, please.
I can't believe
this is the first time
you've ever been here.
Huh.
I mean, all these f***ing idiots
calling me Uncle Dave,
And here I am --
I actually am your Uncle Dave.
[ chuckles ]
Yeah.
So, when was the last time
I saw you?
The bachelor party,
right before the wedding night.
Oh, f***, yeah, right.
That was fun.
I wonder
if that donkey survived.
Well, what do you think
of the place?
Ah, it's -- it's amazing.
Yeah. I kind of owe it
all to you, you know?
Me?
Well, we always talked
about running a con like this, right?
- Yeah.
You know,
about how gullible people are,
how they'll believe anything
if you just tell it to them
a couple of times?
Anyway, I just took all that
talk, put it into action,
pushed it to the next level,
and...
here I f***ing am.
Man.
I just can't believe it,
you know?
Yeah.
You know, it's funny you showing
up here like this, you know,
'cause I find myself in a --
in a financial situation.
And I have a plan
for getting out of it,
But I could use a partner.
Uh, no.
No, no, no.
I know where this is going,
Uncle Dave.
I -- I don't do
that type of sh*t anymore.
Come on,
it'd be like old times.
Remember when we stole the flag
from the Governor's Mansion?
Twice.
Yeah.
And this plan
is foolproof, man.
I got arrested
the second time.
Well, that plan
wasn't foolproof.
Yeah, they prosecuted me
under the new flag protection amendment,
and with that on my record,
I couldn't get into a good
college or get a good job or --
I pretty much just play
by the rules.
Look, man, nobody plays
by the rules, all right?
You bend them,
or you break them.
Anything else
is just slow death.
Yeah,
that's what it feels like.
Yeah.
All right,
well, f*** it, man.
I never push you
to do anything, right?
I always let you go your own way.
- Yeah.
Besides, it's working out great
for you, right?
I mean, you got the beautiful
wife, the nice home.
If you change your mind, though,
you let me know.
Here,
have a souvenir ashtray.
Thanks.
MAN:
Now, you're gonna get awelfare check for $168, right?
F*** you, man.
You give me that check,
I'll give you $250 worth
of food stamps.
You understand what I'm saying?
Major profit there.
This is a good deal, pal.
It's a f***ing great deal.
Sh*t.
MAN #2:
That's $82.[ bell dings ]
$82. You're good at math.
Hey, that's you.
You're next.
Here, use my pen.
Use my pen
and don't forget to date it.
Hey, have you heard
has closed their borders they're
getting rid of the Statue of Liberty?
I don't understand you.
All that scrap copper's
gonna be for sale.
I don't want copper!
You go away!
Wrong form.
What?!
Wrong form!
Look, I don't care
what form I have, all right?!
I'm not leaving here
until I get my money!
Buddy, come on.
Hey, buddy, let's go.
Come on.
Where's the pen?
Where's my pen?
Hey, come here.
He's got my pen.
Hey! Hey!
MAN:
Down! Down!Sh*t!
[ woman screams ]
[ gunshots ]
WOMAN #2:
F*** me!Help me!
[ gunshots continue ]
Ugh!
Aah!
WOMAN #3:
Oh, my god!MAN:
Just get down!Get down!
[ man screaming ]
That does it!
Don't do it!
Don't do it!
Don't do it!
Don't do it!
Don't do it!
I need backup!
Unh! Unh!
[ indistinct shouting ]
Sweet.
[ grunts ]
Aah!
More f***ing backup!
[ bell dings ]
Number 25!
Right here.
Here.
Right here.
Sorry, we're closed.
[ siren wailing ]
WOMAN:
My baby!POLICEMAN:
Ha! Unh!Unh!
Unh! Oof!
[ metal squeaking,
woman moaning ]
WOMAN:
Oh, yeah!Oh, yeah!
Oh!
[ moaning ]
Oh, yes!
Come on!
Give it to me, daddy.
Give it to your bad girl.
[ moaning ]
Oh, yes!
Give it to me!
Oh!
Oh, yes!
[ music continues ]
MAN:
I'll be back in a second,sweet cheeks.
Hi, neighbor.
Guess I won't be needing
that grievance after all, huh?
Okay.
# love #
# I'm sucker for love #
# your love is a love
that I can't get enough of #
# I'm a sucker for love,
your love #
Got to find the wet spot.
[ laughs ]
[ metal creaking ]
Leave the welfare check
on the counter.
Oh, yeah.
There. Oh, yeah.
Oh!
Give it to me, you stud.
Yes.
Oh!
Oh, yeah!
Yes!
Get me a large bottle
of cooking oil.
The extra-virgin kind!
Oh, yes!
Yes!
[ moaning intensifies ]
Oh, yes!
Oh!
Please, Uncle Dave, please,
just a few hundred bucks,
just -- just enough to get me
out of this fuckhole town
for the rest
of my life, please?
Hey, sport.
Last chance.
Come on.
Help me out with a few bucks.
I don't have anything.
Who the f*** do you think
you're talking to, huh?
What, do you think I'm stupid
or something, huh?
Listen, you're not gonna help me
out, I'll help out myself.
Open up the wallet.
Dude, who you talking to?
No.
Let go of my gun.
What's the matter with you?
Bro, you still there?
[ muttering ]
Hey, bro?
Hey, while I got you,
I got to ask you --
those mileage rewards programs?
What's the matter with you? Let go.
- No!
You know, I thought you could
To get tickets, right?
But, you know, I tried, and
you can't use them at Christmas.
Last chance.
- No.
Give me the gun!
- No.
[ gunshot ]
Aw, sh*t, sport.
[ thud ]
It's like at every holiday
it's blacked out.
Like, anytime you want to use the
f***ing thing, it's blacked out.
DAVE:
That's bullshit, isn't it?
Dave?
- Yeah?
I'm in.
You are?
Oh, f***,
that's great, man.
But you know what?
You caught me at kind of
a busy time right now, so, uh...
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