hello, is dick ritchie here?
do you live here?
sorta room-mates?
maybe you can help me. actually, who i'm looking for is a friend of ours from detroit. clarence worley? i heard he was in town. might be travelling with a pretty girl named alabama. have you seen him? are they stayin' here?
how do you know? you been there?
you're right. it is.
step inside and shut the door.
lady. i'm gonna shoot you in the face.
step away from the door, move into the bathroom.
ok, alabama, where's our coke, where's clarence, and when's he coming back.
you're cute.
hurts, don't it? it better. took me a long time to kick like that. i'm third-degree blackbelt, you know? at home i got trophies. tournaments i was in. kicked all kinds of ass. i got great technique. you ain't hurt that bad. get on your feet, fruitloop.
where's our coke? where's clarence? and when he's comin' back?
whatsamatta? can't breathe? get used to it.
you think your boyfriend would go through this kind of shit for you? dream on, cunt. you're nothin' but a fuckin' fool. and your pretty face is gonna turn awful goddamn ugly in about two seconds. now, where's my fuckin' coke?
where's clarence?!
when's clarence getting back?
you gotta lot of heart, kid.
now the first guy you kill is always the hardest. i don't care if you're the boston strangler or wyatt earp. you can bet that texas boy, charles whitman, the fella who shot all them guys from that tower, i'll bet you green money that that first little black dot that he took a bead on, was the bitch of the bunch. no foolin' the first one's a tough row to hoe. now, the second one, while it ain't no mardi gras, it ain't half as tough row to hoe. you still feel somethin' but it's just so deluted this time around. then you completely level off on the third one. the third one's easy. it's gotten to the point now i'll do it just to watch their expressions change.
well, well, well, looky here. i guess i just reached journey's end. great. one less thing i gotta worry about.
ok, sugarpop, we've come to what i like to call the moment of truth -
kid, you got a lotta heart.
tell you what i'm gonna do. i'm gonna give you a free swing. now, i only do that for people i like.
go ahead, girl, take a stab at it. you don't have anything to lose.
ok, no more mr. nice-guy.
what's so fuckin' funny?!!
laugh it up, cunt. you were in hysterics a minute ago. why ain't you laughing now?
oh jesus!
oh mary, help me!