Small Timers
OH, WAIT A MINUTE.
WAIT, WAIT.
HEY, BABY.
OH, HELL NO!
IN A FEW MOMENTS, BABY.
WATCH OUT, MAN.
AT PEOPLE.
PLAY NICE, GIRL.
Ricardo:
[ SHRIEKS ]YO, CHRIS.
YEAH.
YOU SURE:
THIS IS THE ELECTRONIC WAREHOUSE
WELL,
WHY THEY PAINTING?
UH [CLEARS THROAT]
T-THEY PROBABLY RENOVATING
OR SOMETHING.
IN A WAREHOUSE?
[ CLATTERING ]
YOUR IMAGINATION.
DON'T START THAT.
GET OFF ME.
WHAT?
I THINK THAT'S IT.
WHERE?
RIGHT THERE.
MAN,
HEY, RICARDO,
BY MYSELF?
NO,
WITH PIPPI LONGSTOCKINGS.
WHO?
GO ON, MAN.
COME ON.
BALLS?
[ GRUNTS ]
STICKS.
CANDY?
CANDY!
MMM,
YO, CHRIS!
Antoine!
I found some candy, man.
ZOMBIES!
[ SCREAMS ]
[ SHRIEKING ]
AW, HELL,
I KNOW WHAT THAT WAS. LETS GO!
[ SHRIEKS ]
ZOMBIES!
THEY GOT GUNS!
AAH!
NO! HE'S GOT ME! AAH!
[ Sobbing ]
[ CRYING ]
[ GRUNTS ]
[ FARTS ]
AW, NO. NO! NO!
LETS GO!
I TOLD YOU:
MAN, I WASN'T GONNA
THAT SMELL?!
Antoine:
"LATE WEDNESDAY NIGHT,"ATTEMPTED
OF THE OLD WATERFRONT DISTRICT,
"ONLY TO HAVE
THEIR CAPER FOILED
"BY A 92-YEAR-OLD
SECURITY GUARD.
"THE WAREHOUSE, WHICH IS
"THE FIRST OF MANY RENOVATIONS
IN THE AREA,
AS A CHUCK E. CHEESE FRANCHISE
EARLIER NEXT YEAR."
[ Muffled ]
CHUCK E. CHEESE?
YOU KNOW:
THEY DID THIS SH*T ON PURPOSE.
PAGE ONE AGAIN.
WHO?
Chris:
"FEARLESS FREDDY STRIKES AGAIN."
OH, MAN,
DIAMONDS.
PASS ME:
THE WANT ADS, BROTHER.
AND A DAY CARE, TOO.
LOOK, MAN,
THE ANSWER'S NOT IN THAT PAPER.
WE GOT TO HOLD OU FOR THE BIG SCORE.
MR. CAREER.
WHAT, THE BANK?
PLANTATION WORK, BROTHER.
LOOK, MAN, TRUST ME.
PAID.
WE DON'T KNOW SH*T.
I CAN:
WHAT GUY?
MR. WHISPER.
PUT US ON A HEIS BECAUSE WE'RE AMATEURS.
NO, NO, NO.
DAWG,
LOOK, MAN,
RICARDO HATES:
THE PAWNSHOP.
ACTUALLY --
SHUT UP!
YOU GOT TO MAKE RENT NEXT MONTH,
RIGHT, BROTHER?
I MEAN,
OR, HEY, YOU COULD, UH,
HEY, NEED A PEN?
THAT'S A GOOD ONE
RIGHT THERE.
DOOKIE SCRAPER.
$6.75 AN HOUR.
[ PIANO PLAYING
MID-TEMPO MUSIC ]
SO,
GENEROUS TO YOU?
[ Crying ]
MR. RUSSO, PLEASE.
I CAN EXPLAIN.
YES, I HAVE,
THE AUDACITY:
DIDN'T YOU?
I'M SO SORRY,
MR. RUSSO.
UNFORTUNATELY,
SORRY DOESN'T REPLACE
NOW, DOES IT?
BUT, MR. RUSSO,
MY CHILDREN --
TO THE HOSPITAL.
SILENCE!
YOLANDA.
UNFORTUNATELY,
YOU ARE...FIRED.
[ LAUGHING ]
NO!
NO!
I'M KIDDING.
YOU'RE NOT --
YOU'RE NOT FIRED.
[ LAUGHTER ]
KILL HER.
[ SCREAMS ]
WELL PLAYED,
MR. RUSSO.
MMM.
WORKIE TIME.
'CAUSE, MAN,
JALISSA WILL BE HOME ANY MINUTE.
SHE CAN'T KNOW
WHAT WE'RE DOING.
IN THE SHOWER, MAN?
Soundproof.
ANTOINE,
SHUT UP.
IT'S RINGING.
MR. WHISPER:
Yes?MR WHISPER.
YOU MUST HAVE:
THE WRONG NUMBER.
OH RIGHT, RIGHT,
T-THE PASSWORD.
UM...
HUSH, LITTLE BABY
SHORT AND STOUT:
TO FETCH:
HICKORY, DICKORY, DOCK
I'm listening.
YEAH, YEAH,
JUST LOOKING TO,
SOME ADVICE, ANTOINE.
WHEN THREE BLIND MICE SI A ON A TUFFET,
THE COW JUMPS:
OVER THE MOON.
[ Click ]
WHAT THE HELL:
DOES THAT MEAN?
IT'S A RIDDLE.
ITS NOT A RIDDLE, MAN.
I TOLD YOU:
THIS WAS A WASTE OF TIME, MAN.
A LITTLE FAITH, BROTHER.
MAN.
I CAN'T BE
CHASING PIPE DREAMS.
OH.
OH.
HEY, GUYS.
HEY, BABY.
[ CHUCKLES ]
SO EARLY?
I HAD:
A DOCTOR'S APPOINTMEN BABY, WE WAS --
PLAYING,
IT'S IMPORTANT.
JALISSA, GIRL,
YOU LOOK GOOD.
MM, YEAH.
I AGREE.
GOT IT, SIR.
GOOD MORNING,
HONEY.
WHERE'S YOLANDA?
UH...VACATION.
THIS MORNING?
A LITTLE LONELY.
WELL,
YOU WANT, NOW, DOESN'T HE?
I KNOW.
GO UPSTAIRS:
AND PLAY OURSELVES
A LITTLE GAME, YEAH?
MR. RUSSO'S ESTATE.
ONE MOMENT, PLEASE.
THANK YOU, JEFFREY.
HELLO?
AH,
MR. FEARLESS FREDDY.
NOT NOW.
YES, YOU ARE
I'M SURPRISED THAT WE HAVEN' SPOKEN BEF-- OH! ...FORE.
NOW, TELL ME, MR. FREDDY,
ABOUT CAESAR'S PHALLUS?
CAESAR'S PHALLUS...
IT WAS A GIF TO QUEEN VICTORIA
OF HER REIGN.
CAN I TOUCH THIS?
PLEASE DO.
OOH.
YES, YES, IT IS.
"DIAMONDS ARE
A GIRL'S BEST FRIEND."
[ CHUCKLES ]
IN SAN FRANCISCO?
OH, THERE'S BEEN
GENTLEMEN.
HERE'S YOUR PACKAGE.
YES.
OF THIS, WON'T YOU?
IN SOME CIRCLES,
THIS IS PRICELESS.
OH, MY.
OH, MY, MY, MY.
THE ENTIRE TIME?
[ SIMULATED GUNFIRE,
EXPLOSIONS ]
BOO-YAH, B*TCH!
Antoine:
HOLD UP! HOLD UP!
[ LAUGHS ]
YOU BEEN PRACTICING.
YOU BEEN --
THAT'S GAME, BABY!
OH, OH, OH, OH.
OH, OH, OH.
YOUR BREATH STINK.
[ LAUGHS ]
[ SMOOCHES ]
NICE.
I DIDN'T WAN TO PLAY THAT GAME, NO WAY.
YOU'VE BEEN
PRACTICING THAT.
COME ON,
BELIEVE ME.
THAT'S PROBABLY
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