Short Cuts Page #12
- R
- Year:
- 1993
- 188 min
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It's all in my cell.
How you doin'?
Good.
Here's a song I want to sing for myself.
- [Resumes]
- [Joe] I lay low, like a black cat in the shadows.
And I wait for this big Spanish
motherf***er to come moseyin'down.
As soon as he crossed my path, boom.
- I'm tired
- Flies on sh*t-
So tired
Around his neck so quick, then pushed him
over the f***ing guardrail.
The rope snaps tight.
His f***in' head pops off.
His body keeps plummeting downward,
and he falls...
neck hole first into the ground.
My point is...
Big Ed pissed me off just a little bit.
- You wanna keep it down so the lady can sing?
- You pissin'me off a lot.
Wait.
Hey, come on.
- I made a mistake, all right?
- Yeah, you made a mistake.
- See, my sh*t's live.
- Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.
Where was I? I was tellin' a story here.
But I won't be sorry
If you won't be
And I don't want your pity
Or your sympathy
But with $
- I can make it
- Hi.
- Hi. How's he doin'?
- You wait and see
He's still asleep. He really hasn't moved.
What's, uh -What's all this?
I don't know.
Dr. Wyman ordered it.
Any change?
- Well, he says the numbers look good.
- Yeah?
I don't think it's good he keeps sleeping
like this. I don't think that's a good sign.
He's okay. He's gonna be all right.
He'll wake up soon.
I talked to, uh, Bob Winslow.
He's in Hawaii.
And he knows this - this Wyman fellow.
He says we're in good hands.
- He knows what's what.
- Good.
I'm gonna go get a cup of coffee.
- You stay with Casey.
- Okay.
Oh, God. Why won't he wake up?
It isn't as if
I was just anybody
On Broadway I danced
For that senator
They know me in London
And they know me in Paris
- Hmm.
- I'm only talking
'Cause you looked like
you needed a friend
Here. Gimme that. Gimme that.
I'll tie it around the wrist.
[Gordon]
Never thought I'd be doing anything like this.
- Yeah, me neither.
- [Vern] What's she feel like, Stuart?
- Oh, God.
- Feel her tits?
You know, I just realized...
there's probably a thousand guys in L.A.
Who'd be ballin' her right now.
[Gordon]
Will you shut up!
I'm just trying to lighten things up
a little bit, all right?
[Stuart] Yeah, let's get the hell out of here.
Come on. Tie that up.
[Vern] Man, if you'd have told me I was
fooling around with a dead body up here...
- I'd have told you you were full of sh*t.
- [Gordon] Yeah. Okay, let's go.
- Stop stealing.
- Bill, God. What'd ya sneak- Bill.
- I'm sorry.
- You scared me.
- You want to make up?
- Why did you sneak up on me?
- What time are your classes, huh?
- I'm ditching.
- [Chuckles]
- I wanna see you. It's true.
- You've got to go to class.
- Are you snoopin' around?
- All you're supposed to do is just feed the fish.
- Look at this one, though. Look at this one.
- Look it, that's a lionfish, honey.
- Oh, really?
- He is. Go on. You should go to classes.
- Okay.
- These are strange people, honey.
- I know.
- What's in here?
- Bill - Don't snoop, Bill.
- Don't snoop.
- Why not?
You respect their privacy.
Why not snoop around
with their "Hot Fudge" videos out?
- Their sick, dirty pornography.
- [Chuckles]
These people are creepy.
They're creepy.
Use an ashtray
when you smoke in here.
- That's a rule. That's a rule.
- Why? There's no -
- Oh, you brought my ashtray.
- Our ashtray.
See, on the list
it says it's good for the carpet.
- Oh, Bill.
- How long are these creeps gonna be out of town?
A month.
You know what?
- I think we should move in here.
- No.
- And really-Yeah.
- We can't do that.
It's the only respectful thing to do.
- Nah, that wouldn't be right.
- Why not?
'Cause that's not right, Bill.
- Okay.
- She's right.
- So, I'll see you around : okay?
- Yeah. I'll come home.
But you know we're gonna do
the right thing in their bed tonight, right?
Oh, uh - I don't know.
[Stuart]
Whoo-hoo.!
Hey, Vern.!
- Hey.!
- Look at here!
- How big?
- It's about three or four pounds.
I got it!
Hey! Didn't I tell ya?
It's Moby f***in' Dick here!
Look at this!
Come on, baby. Come on.!
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