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had a restaurant.

What part of Armenia?

From the capital.

From Yerevan.

Sh*t.

I'm from Oklahoma,

and I am a Cherokee Indian.

I got... I got a girl's name, Mia.

But, it's a feminine name in English,

but it's not in Cherokee.

I was named like all

Indian Cherokee babies are named.

First thing the mother sees

when the baby is born

she names that f***ing baby.

So when I was born,

my mama looked out the window,

and she seen a red bird,

flying overhead in the sky.

Cherokee Indian name

for red bird is Mia Mia.

So, she called me Mia.

If you think that's a girl's name,

it's not.

I'm glad she didn't look out

the window and see an outhouse.

Can you imagine?

Look, hey,

here comes "Big Sh*t Thompson!"

Right down the goddamn street.

Here he comes.

Oh, f***.

- You OK?

- I don't know.

You got any aspirin?

- No.

- Oh, f***.

- Is this Sunset Boulevard?

- Yeah.

You said you are going downtown,

right?

Yeah.

I'm in no hurry.

I'm gonna take 101, OK?

I don't give a sh*t.

You do what you want to do.

You're the driver.

Remember, Sin-Dee. No drama!

Yeah, no drama.

Hello.

Hey, Mila, did you see Nash?

That little negro.

In the back.

Girl. Nash!

Hi, Nash!

Girl, girl, it's Nash, girl!

What's up, Sin-Dee.

How are you doing?

- I haven't seen you forever.

- Yeah.

It's been a long time.

It's cool. I'm glad you're out

and everything.

Look at this,

business is booming today. Yes!

How can I help you?

I just haven't seen you

in a long time.

You are...

Chester.

I haven't seen Chester

in a long time, either.

Me, neither.

He's been hanging out

with my new friend.

Her name is Dani.

Something Dominique... Desiree...

No, I ain't seen her, sorry.

Well. Listen, Sin-Dee.

It's good seeing you, but...

No, no, no, no.

You know where the f*** she is.

So stop lying to me Nash.

And tell me where the f*** she is...

Sin-Dee, just calm down.

I ain't seen nobody.

This is a place for business,

I am trying to...

You know who the f***

I am talking about?

Tell me where the f*** she is.

- Listen! First of all...

- OK.

Get some Tic-Tacs.

Number two, I don't know who the f***

you are talking about.

This is my place of business.

And you are f***ing my sh*t up

right now.

Oh, shut the f*** up

you lackey ass b*tch!

- Where the f*** is she?

- I ain't telling you sh*t.

And you need to get

the f*** out of here!

Look, I'm not doing this!

I'm out of here. Cause you know...

I told you, I already told you!

Bye!

Girl! Alexandra, girl! Hold on!

Just one more minute...

Would you just go with your homeboy

and get the f*** out of here?

Oh, now you want to talk sh*t?

I'm not going nowhere!

- I don't know who...

- Where are they?

I don't support that pimping sh*t.

I stay on my side of the business.

I am morally opposed

to the pimping sh*t.

So, listen.

Don't ask me sh*t like that.

- Alright, listen, listen.

- Hello?

Half of the city is down at Schrader.

There is a food line

and they are giving away

$20 Christmas gift certificate.

Some sh*t like that, alright?

- Schrader!

- Food line!

Thank you!

Alright, come on, man!

For real?

Looks like you need a new pack.

Anybody have a lighter?

Anybody have a lighter?

Anybody have a f***ing light?

Do you have a light?

Excuse me. Hey!

Excuse me, hello!

Do you have a light?

Thank you.

F*** it!

There are girls

at the Christmas party.

On Olympic...

So f***ing, just f***ing go there.

Just go to... Take us to Olympic.

Mexican, he is a Mexican.

You know where Olympic,

that's south of just f***ing

all the other streets.

You know that, right?

Yeah.

Just get us there.

Just get us there quick

before the other guys show up there.

Oh, Jesus f***ing Christ, man!

Oh, Jesus f***ing Christ.

Get out of my car, come on.

Come out.

Get the f*** out.

I'm going to Olympic and Fountain...

Oh! I'm burning.

Who is gonna clean this?

Who is gonna clean this?

Just relax! It's Christmas Eve!

Where is your Christmas spirit?

It's Christmas...

It's Christmas Eve!

Move!

You f***ing animals!

- I wanna ride it!

- He is gonna pay for it!

Like a trick n*gger!

- I wanna ride it!

- Like a trick n*gger!

He's gonna pay for it!

Go in, b*tch!

I heard his dick is little.

Is it little?

I mean, damn.

Wow, what the f*** is going on?

Going in, mommy...

Oh, my...

I make silicone b*obs.

What do you need?

You don't have a baby daddy though.

- B*tch...

- You better go get fight, honey.

I was f***ing your piece

the other night.

Tell him to run me

those diapers, b*tch.

Don't forget my performance

at seven.

- Oh, yeah.

- Damn that b*tch looks

two months pregnant.

How she going to come out here

looking like a shitty ass.

Ugly ass b*tches.

- Is that Louie or Houie?

- She had my date, girl,

and he said that her tucker stink.

- No!

- You lying.

She asked for $80

and he is a $900 a date.

- Shut up, please.

- The b*tch is stupid.

Dude, your cab reeks.

I know, I'm sorry about that.

We are almost there.

It's hardly doing anything.

Let me see your dick.

- Why?

- You already know the routine.

I want to make sure

you are not a cop.

I'm not a cop.

What can I do for you today?

- I just want to have some fun.

- What kind of fun?

I was thinking maybe BBBJ?

I can suck your dick

with a condom for 80.

I can give you everything I have.

- Forty f***ing dollars?

- Oh, come on.

- Are you serious?

- Come on, come on.

My family is driving me f***ing

crazy, I just gotta get off.

- That's not any of my concern.

- Okay, okay.

Listen. I can do all the work myself

and jerk myself off.

Maybe you can just grab

my balls or something.

Please, I will be super-fast.

I just, I just need...

- Come on, it's Christmas.

- You know what?

Since it is Christmas,

and I do need the money,

I'll do this.

But you better come fast.

Run me my money, put it on the dash.

Quickly...

- Hey, guys. Have you seen Chester?

- Who?

Chester, Chester.

Him and his f***ing whores?

I don't do that anymore.

Even when I see Chester,

- I don't want to see Chester.

- Oh, you don't do dope no more?

So this is the f***ing silver living

line now?

It's not the f***ing food line.

- You should ask Bob.

- Who the f*** is Bob?

The old man from the line.

He is a regular with Chester's girls.

Looks like Santa without a beard.

I've been clean for 30 days.

- I got my chip.

- Don't give a sh*t.

Can you just, give it

a little stroke, please?

Can you shut the hell up?

No, you didn't pay for that.

- Come on just...

- No, no. You get what you pay for.

- This is what you paid for.

- Come on, you know you want it.

You see right through me, don't you?

Oh, yeah.

Bob, Bob.

Are you Bob?

No? Who the f*** is Bob?

- Who's Bob? Who's Bob?

- I'm Bob.

- Come on.

- Shut the f*** up.

You're not even hard yet.

I'm f***ing hard. Shut up.

Is that it? That's hard?

F*** off, f*** this.

It's not f***ing working.

Okay but give me...

Run me my sh*t.

Just get the f*** out.

Just get the f*** out.

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