bellboy! bellboy! bellboy!
what's up?
what's wrong, chester?
damn skippy! tell it.
why three nails?
i'm into it.
i'll be the judge.
that's a sharp motherfucker. bring all this bullshit over to the bar.
you still married?
looks like.
i second the nomination!
i'll tell ya what i'm doin'.
i drive a motherfuckin' honda my sister sold me. you hear what i'm sayin'? a little white motherfuckin' honda civic. you see this shit?! "hollywood's hottest new star, next to america's hottest old car." now you take a good look at that machine that this motherfucker over here is standing next to. that's a 1964 nigger-red, rag-top chevy corvelle. and i love that car more'n i love hips, lips, and fingertips. cut to we sittin' here celebrating, gettin' high, drinkin' champagne --
-- drinkin' cristal. watchin' tv. "rockin' new year's eve." when all of a sudden we flip on steve mcqueen and peter lorre bein' fuckin' badass. and i look at this funny motherfucker over here, and i say, "i'd do that for the chevelle."
i think that pretty much goes without sayin'. we'd probably chicken out. but when you're fucked-up, you don't lie. you tell the fuckin' truth. and the fuckin' truth is, my lucky zippo's gonna win me chester's car.
our side.
you can buy a lot of soup with that pile.
here, here.
ready!
my finger, my fucking finger!!