Scrabble Man:
Drop the gun, Hallenbeck.
[takes Joe's gun and tosses it]
Scrabble Man:
Bit late for a stroll, don't you think?
Joe Hallenbeck:
Yeah, you girls oughta be gettin' home.
Jimmy Dix:
Yeah, streetlights are on.
Jake:
Shut up, fuckface.
Joe Hallenbeck:
I'm fuckface, he's asshole.
[Jimmy smiles sarcastically, in agreement]
Scrabble Man:
Jake?
[Jake punches Joe in the face]
Scrabble Man:
Apprise Rodney Dangerfield here of his situation. Perhaps we can dispense with the fun and games now, yes?
Joe Hallenbeck:
You want the envelope, right?
Scrabble Man:
The envelope, very smart. See, Jake, here's a man who knows when a situation is untenable.
Joe Hallenbeck:
Good word.
Scrabble Man:
You like that word? And you do have that envelope, don't you?
Joe Hallenbeck:
Better give up, Jimmy. We're dealin' with a couple of geniuses here.
[Jake punches Joe in the face again]
Jimmy Dix:
Alright man, just leave him the fuck alone!
[Jake kicks Jimmy in the groin]
Scrabble Man:
Leave him alone? Sure, whatever you say. Jake attacks his job with a certain exuberance.
Jimmy Dix:
Shit, we're bein' beat up by the inventor of Scrabble.
Scrabble Man:
He's still in a good mood, Jake. Kick him again.
Joe Hallenbeck:
All right! You want the envelope the hooker had, right?
Jimmy Dix:
She wasn't a hooker, Joe.
Joe Hallenbeck:
Shut the fuck up.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:54