Spun Page #4

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Listen, they gotta have nice titties,

nice big titties. Small ass.

- It's for the motel, right?

- Yeah.

- We've got one for you.

- All right.

You got it.

Tag!

- You're it, partner.

- Tag?

Like the game you used to play

when you were a little kid.

It's easy.

- It's your turn to tag somebody now.

- Tag?

We need two names from you.

Then we will go easy on you

and your mother.

- My mother?

- If you agree to help us...

...she'll be in front of her television

by cocktail hour, okay?

- Cocktail hour?

- F***ing echo going on in here.

- Do you hear it?

- You gotta help us now!

Okay, partner?

You gotta play the game!

- Understand?

- Look, look, look, look.

It's not even my sh*t.

It's not my sh*t. It's my mom's sh*t.

- I'm holding it for my mom.

- Come on, Frisbee.

You ain't working

with us here, dude.

Look, we've confiscated your bike,

okay? We've got your porn, your...

- F***ing CDs.

- Your music.

- You ain't got a job.

- You'll never get your stuff back...

Unless you cooperate and...

- Play the game.

- The game?

The f***er drives a f***ing Lexus.

He's not gonna ride my ass for free.

The f***er drives a f***ing Lexus.

He's not gonna ride my ass for free.

Get your sh*t together, or I'm going

to Dial-A-Bun! No, you listen to me!

Why don't you f***ing listen to me?

I want my cash up-f***ing-front!

Honey? Did you order over

some bimbo b*tch?

- She's at the door.

- Just open the goddamned door.

- Damn.

- You were right.

I was totally stressed out about Taco.

I'm thinking maybe we could

try out the new batch...

...and get a little nasty.

- That's my girl. Come over here.

Do you know I have a really bad...?

Look at that onion, baby.

- Get the goddamned door.

- I am.

No cash or no f***ing ass, all right?

Now get your sh*t together.

Hold on. You know, I have a really

bad yeast infection.

I'm still f***ing working, okay?

Hold on.

Are you gonna let me in?

Honey, what the f***

are you looking at?

Your f***ing whore-b*tch face, b*tch!

F***! You know what?

I'm not doing it.

I just got a f***ing door

slammed in my face, all right?

Goddamn.

- What's the problem?

- You don't give a f*** about Taco.

And you sure don't

give a f*** about me.

All you care about is

your stupid, precious batch of f***.

And maybe, just maybe, getting your

f***ing rocks off every now and then.

Goddamn it, don't start in with

your psycho bullshit here, all right?

You wanna go back to Las Vegas with

them Gucci-wearing motherfuckers?

- You want me to go to Vegas?

- I don't give a f***. Go to Florida...

...with them rich sugar daddies

of yours.

Just get your little white ass

and get the f*** out of my face!

- F*** you! F*** you!

- F*** you. Go back to your mother.

That f***ing c*nt.

I'd rather be anywhere in the whole

f***ing world other than this room...

...waiting for you to blow up the

whole goddamned place! F*** you!

F*** you!

F*** you, motherf***er!

I can't stand this sh*t anymore!

I can't believe you...

...called a b*tch up here, ordered her

up like a goddamned piece of pizza!

Goddamn it, it was for you!

F***ing did it for me?

- What'd she look like anyway?

- F*** you!

- Hello?

- Hey, Volvo boy, I need another ride.

I don't know. What do you need?

The sh*t hit the fan over here

pretty good. Can you get over here now?

- How soon?

- I need you now!

Are you leaving?

- I gotta go.

- Ross, untie me, please.

- No, no, no.

- No.

I'll be right back. I wouldn't hurt you.

April, now just calm down, okay?

You know I wouldn't hurt you.

They need me again.

I'll be right back. Do you hear me?

Stop it!

I'll be right back. I don't wanna do

this. I have to do this, okay? F***!

- Did Ross say how long he'll be?

- Hopefully soon.

I can't wait for him

to get his ass out here.

So I guess...

...it's over. We're finished.

We're through, right?

Well, you might be through.

I ain't never through.

Bye.

- Bye? Where are you going?

- I'll be in the car.

Where's she going?

- She's going wherever you take her.

- Wherever I take her?

Run this over to Spider.

Take her, please, wherever the f***

she wants to go.

- What the f***'s going on around here?

- Nikki can't handle her sh*t.

She's been partying

with the candy for 10, 11 days.

And then the b*tch crashes

and starts freaking out.

She'll split for a day or two, then

she'll come back. She's just spun.

This is for you.

This is the Hawaii.

So I gotta pop by Spider's

and drop this sh*t off.

You can either come with or I could

take you somewhere, whatever is best.

It's that f***ing bastard.

How can somebody

be such a selfish, insensitive...

...f***ing motherfucking bastard?

He never cared about anything!

The only time he was nice to me

was when I first met him.

When, of course,

I've never done speed before.

And he was nice

to Taco to boot, okay?

F***ing f***-face f***er.

It's Nikki and Ross.

Hey, come on in. Come on.

- Got something for me?

- Yeah.

Why did Taco have to go to the vet?

So how is he doing?

- I mean, he didn't die?

- F***, no!

- Come on, come on. Come on, man!

- Okay, Spider, this is it.

- He'll be all right, right?

- Right. He'll be fine.

He's gonna be great.

He is.

- Here you go, all you.

- All me?

I'm hoping Ross brings me

to the vet in the morning.

Then everything's gonna be

just perfect.

- That's good.

- Good sh*t, huh?

Goddamn!

Looks like the peanut-butter dank

we used to get back in the day, man.

What's the real deal between you

and Nikki? What's she doing with you?

So why are you with Ross?

- It's too hot.

- Because I have a car.

- I've been helping her out with my car.

- He brings me places.

- Special stuff I left behind.

- Helping her out, taking her around.

- He wants to drive me around.

- Yesterday, the dog got sick.

It was f***ed up.

The dog got sick, but we got that

cleared up. I've been going ride...

Going on rides with him

and helping him out. I just...

Oh, sh*t, Cookie!

Don't. No, no, no.

Don't do that.

Don't smoke it like that.

It gives you Alzheimer's, doesn't it?

Give her a ride in my car,

and I'm gonna run errands.

Just came here to...

Right now I'm on my way

to the bus stop...

Yeah, yeah, I understand, man.

I understand. Yeah.

Amy.

- I just thought maybe we could...

- Really? Oh, come on.

You know I hate f***ing hippies, man.

You know why I hate hippies?

Because I was downtown...

...and this kid just comes running out

and gets hit by a bus, right?

And the bus just crushes him

and crushes him...

...and runs over him, and the kid's

just squiggling on the ground.

Amy.

And blood is coming out of his ears,

and he's just laying there...

...and then this hippie dyke chick

comes out with crystal...

...and she rubs it all over him.

I wish that I had more energy.

Amy.

And the kid is just laying there,

and he's choking on his own blood.

It's like, "Come on,

you dumb, stupid chick.

What are you doing with your crystals?

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