you know, in my off hours.
Search for evidence, you know, prove my theory.
Alert authorities.
Dog that rotten son of a bitch... wherever he goes, I go.
Or I could spend the same goddamn amount of time and energy
following the NASCAR circuit.
Hmm. I've thought about it a lot.
I think I'd have a hell of a lot happier life if I did the latter.
And just because I can't
punish Old Frankenstein in there for what he's done,
I'm gonna tell you like the Lord told John...
if he ever does it again,
I can make goddamn sure he don't do it in Texas.
##
# You know you 're sliding down #
# Against your heart #
# Yeah. you got one #
# Just close your eyes #
# So you can see #
# No. baby. I don 't care #
# What they say. it's so easy #
# No. baby. I don 't care #
# What they say. it's so easy #
# Yeah. it's comin ' on #
# It 's getting sweeter #
# And sweeter #
# If you 're gonna drown #
# Then do it the right way #
# The right way #
# I don 't care what they say. it's so easy #
# I don 't care what they say. it's so... #
Are you on the same floor as him? No, he's on the fourth.
- And who's in whose room? - He's in mine.
And so what happened then?
We made out for about ten minutes, and then I sent him off to his room.
- So how's the Rock as a kisser? - Mm, he's damn good.
He's got them mushy lips, smooth fingertips.
Mm, I love them mushy lips.
He's a big guy, so he spins me around so my back is up against him,
takes his big hand and puts it on my throat,
tilts my head back and leans over me, kisses me from behind.
Damn, that sounds sexy!
It was sexy.
But then that was it? You sent him off? How'd he take it?
Wait a minute, what are we doing here?
If I'm gonna power through and pick up Zoë at the airport, I need coffee.
Since you 're getting that, can you get some more vodka and sugar-free Red Bull?
We didn't know you were awake.
I'm not awake. I'm asleep.
But get some more vodka and some sugar-free Red Bull anyway.
And some Red Apple Tans.
Damn, I didn't stop to get you bitches groceries.
- You remember how to get to the airport? Uh-huh.
Then you should get behind the wheel, 'cause you gonna drive.
Motherfuckers.
They ain't got sugar-free Red Bull.
They got regular Red Bull and sugar-free G.O. juice.
G.O. G.O.!
# It's not the way you kiss that says you 're mine #
# Many, many, many nights go by #
# I sit alone at home and cry over you #
# What can I do #
# Don't want nobody, nobody #
# 'Cause, baby, it's you #
# Is it true what they say #
# All about you #
# They say you 'll never ever never be true #
# It doesn't matter what they say #
# I know I'm gonna love you any old way #
# What would I do #
# Without you #
# I don't want nobody... #
Where the hell are my keys? Here they are.
Sorry, I didn't mean to give you a concert there.
No, it wasn't you.
That guy bumped into my feet when he walked by.
I don't know why, but that kind of creeped me out.
# I don 't care what they saying to me #
Little dick.
Clearly.
Since I'm up, I might as well hit the ATM.
Get me a fuckin' smoke.
What?
Did you just see the...
What?
Nothing, honey.
Y'ello.
It's me.
Miss me?
You best get your ass off Kim's car.
- I've seen Kim sit on it before. - Her ass ain't your ass.
Okay. So, I think I'm in this month's issue of Allure.
You got Allure?
Magazines by the window.
Here you are!
You hot mama, you.
See you in a second.
$3.85... out of 20.
And you get 16 and change back. Thank you very much.
You know, I got other fashion magazines for sale behind the counter.
No, that's okay. This'll be all.
Thought I'd ask.
- Thanks anyway. - Have a good one.
I got this month's issue of Italian Vogue.
This month's?
Listen to this.
The Circle A clerk has this month's issue of Italian Vogue.
- No way. - Way!
I can't believe fuckin' Circle A carries Italian Vogue.
It doesn't. It's his own personal copy.
He'll let it go for 27 bucks.
27 bucks?
What the fuck do you care? We're talking about per diem here.
We found an issue of Italian Vogue in Lebanon, Tennessee.
We're lucky he's not asking for fuckin' Krugerrands.
I'm getting it, and we're splitting it three ways.
What, me, you, and Kim?
Kim doesn't give a shit about Italian Vogue.
but Brandy'll come in with us, and if she won't, Tisla, her sister, will.
Okay, but if anybody tears out any sheets I want,
you gotta make color Xeroxes of those pages, and I'm not talking Kinko's.
You take it to the art department and have them do it fuckin' right.
Whoo!
Oh, my God!
Got it!
...the actress...
Oh, boy.
Your timing couldn't be better, Zoë.
It just so happens we're all three off-duty for the next three days.
Fuckin' hell! How does that happen?
I'm doing Lindsay Lohan's makeup, and she's off for the next three days.
There's no stunts being filmed during that time so Kim's free,
and Lee's on a will-notify for the four days.
So how's the shoot going?
Great. We're having the best time.
The director, Cecil Evans, is so fun.
We're making the coolest movie and partying all the time.
Hell, yeah. The next job after this one is definitely gonna suck.
So let's hear it, ladies.
Set romances! Who's getting it off?
That would be Lee and Toolbox.
Oh, Toolbox! Name sounds promising.
- He's a grip. - What he is is a pervert.
Well, he just keeps sounding better and better.
What's his perversion?
He likes to watch me pee.
# Lee is sitting on a toilet and Toolbox is watching her pee #
# P-l-S-S-l-N-G #
Ooh!
Yeah, but not no more.
Now she's getting it on with the Rock.
You had a one-off with the Rock?
Well, not the real Rock. He's this electrician named Bruce.
He looks like the Rock, so we all just call him the Rock.
Oh, yeah, this is an all-star crew.
We got a guy who looks like Nic Cage and Pee Wee Herman, too.
Kim, dick department. Let's hear it!
Mm-mmm, no dick this trip. I got a man.
- How long have you had this boyfriend? - About three months.
Who'd you steal him from?
Nobody!
Kim! - Wha... what?
He totally had a girlfriend.
All of Kim's boyfriends start out as somebody else's boyfriend.
I did not steal him!
I didn't steal any of them; they just... jumped ship.
- So what's your story, Abernathy? - Oh, Abbie's got the big Kahuna.
I had a set crush on Cecil.
Set crush? Nigga, please. You were his set wife!
"Were" and "had" being the key words, here.
Bitch, you two are still into each other and you know it.
Yeah, well, if he's so in love with me, why did he fuck Darryl Hannah's stand-in?
Yes, men are dogs. Oh, it's so funny!
Stop acting all hurt. Your ass just mad.
Yeah, he's a stand-in fucker.
You need to get over that shit. That was two weeks ago.
Oh, well, now you put it like that...
Oh, I haven't told you the best part.
He fucked her on my birthday.
Oh, that's a horse of a different color.
- Thank you. - Did he know it was your birthday?
I mean, he's the director. He's kind of busy.
He ate a piece of my birthday cake, and he got me a present.
- Wow. - Yeah... I think he knew.
What did he get you?
He made me a tape.
He made you a tape?
Wait, he didn't burn you a CD?
He made you a tape?
- Yeah. - Oh, that is so romantic!
Yes, I know what you 're gonna say, so don't even go there.
This sounds like the test of true love to me.
Look, I know you guys like him. He's likeable.
But he fucked another woman on my birthday.
How can you not be on my side?
I admit, that sounds bad.
It is bad!
It just sounds like there's a little more to it than that.
Were you two fucking?
Hell, no.
Hello, is your name Abernathy?
Sorry.
The answer to your question is no, of course not.
What do you mean "No, of course not"?
The reason Cecil hasn't had a girlfriend in six years
is because girls will fuck him, and if you fuck Cecil,
you don't become one of his girlfriends...
not to say I want to be his girlfriend,
but if I did want to be his girlfriend, if I fucked him, I wouldn't be.
I'd be one of his regulars, and I'm getting too fuckin' old for that shit.
- Have you let him do anything? - Yes!
I've let him give me a foot massage,
and when we go to the movies, I've let him hold my hand.
Bitch, you might be actin' like you 12 years old,
but he just acting like a man.
You need to break that nigga off a piece.
Let me get this straight...
you 're not fucking him, you 're not sucking him,
you 're not giving him any tongue, but Darryl Hannah's stand-in is?
Can we just take my sex life off the table?
Actually, it was Cecil's sex life that was on the table...
and your lack of one.
Fuck both of you and your little high-five.
Before you can claim a nigga, you got to claim a nigga,
and you can start by giving that motherfucker a hand job
in the back of the van on Tuesday.
I'm not gonna do that!
I know you won't! But you know who will...
the bitch that ends up living in that big-ass mansion of his.
I haven't entirely agreed with everything Kim's said,
but it is true if you 've stretched it out like you have with Cecil
and you suddenly get dirty on them, it blows their mind.
So Zoë, Kim, and I are in the Philippines at an outdoor rave.
What were you working on? - Three Kicks to the Head. Part Three.
And, admittedly, we're a little fucked up.
Cheers to that. - Word.
Cheers.
So Zoë...
the genius, wants to take a picture of me.
It's dark as hell, and you can't see shit.
So she's got her camera and keeps saying, "Step back a little!"
So I do.
Then "A little fu -ther!"
So I step back a little fu -ther. Then "A little more!" So I do.
Then I realize I'm at the edge of a seven-foot concrete ditch...
...with God knows how many rocks
and broken bottles and rats in it, and if I fell in that fucking thing,
I probably would have broken my neck.
So I am yelling at her: "Zoë, you almost killed me!"
So we laugh about it and walk a little further,
and Zoë starts fuckin' around.
And... bam! ...if she doesn't fall in the fucking ditch!
Nice.
Thank you. Yep. Thank you.
I remember taking a step and looking down,
just as I'm thinking, "There's that ditch Abbie was talking about."
Bam! I'm in the fucking ditch, you know.
What happened?
What, with Zoë, the cat?
Nothing.
If I fell in that fuckin' thing, they would have had to helicopter me out of there.
Zoë just lands on her feet.
But then later I started feeling a little bad about myself...
Zoë falls in the ditch and it's nothing. We're laughing about it.
If I fell in that fucking thing, I probably would have been paralyzed.
Oh, honey, you can't think like that.
We all have our individual talents, and that just happens to be one of Zoë's.
Well, physically speaking, Zoë is amazing.
I mean, agility, reflexes, nimbleness?
There's few human beings that can fuck with Zoë on that front.
Kim, I like you too.
Having said that, before you get too envious of Zoë's prowess,
you 're missing the most important part of that story.
You didn't fall in the ditch. Zoë did.
Zoë even knew there was a ditch there because you told her,
and she still fell in.
So Lee's right. We all have our talents.
Hey, I resemble that remark.
So Kim, you still pack a Roscoe?
Check it out, bitch.
- Ooh, nice one, mate. - I know this.
What's a Roscoe?
Roscoe's a pistol.
- You carry a gun? - Uh-huh.
You have a license to carry?
Yeah, when I became a Secret Service agent, they gave me a license.
Oh, I didn't know you were...
Okay, I didn't say it, all right? Stop looking at me. God.
Did you know Kim carried a gun?
Yes. Now, do I approve? No.
Do I know? Yes.
Look, I don't know what futuristic utopia you live in,
but the world I live in, a bitch need a gun.
You can't get around the fact that people who carry guns
tend to get shot more than people who don't.
And you can't get around the fact that if I go down to the laundry room
at midnight enough times, I might get my ass raped.
Don't do your laundry at midnight.
Fuck that! I wanna do my laundry whenever the fuck I want to.
There are other things you can carry other than a gun. Pepper spray.
Uh, motherfucker trying to rape me, I don't want to give him a skin rash.
I wanna shut that nigga down!
How about a knife, at least?
Yeah, you know what happens to motherfuckers carry knives?
They get shot!
If I ever become a famous actress, I won't carry a gun.
I'll hire me a do-dirt nigga and he'll carry the gun, and when shit goes down,
I'll sit back and laugh, but until that day, it's Wild West.
So Zoë, you thought about what you want to do first?
It just so happens I know exactly what I want to do.
Oh, really? And what would that be?
To me, there's no point in being in America unless you can drive a Detroit muscle car.
I wanna drive a Dodge Challenger... fuck me swinging, balls out.
Well, I guess we could talk to Transpo,
but does it have to be a Dodge Challenger?
Not just that. It has to be a 1970 Dodge Challenger with a 440 engine.
How in the fuck do you expect to do that?
No worries, mate.
I've got it all worked out.
When I knew I was coming here, I went online and found out
that the local paper here in Tennessee is the Lebanon News Sentinel.
- So back home... - I'm sorry, where's home? Australia?
What do you mean by that, mate?
Zoë's from New Zealand, and you never...
I repeat, never... call a Kiwi an Aussie.
That is, unless you want your ass kicked.
I'm so sorry. I will nev...
Oh, it's okay.
We're just taking the piss out of you, mate.
Auckland, to answer your question.
Anyway, I subscribed to the local paper a month ago.
Why the fuck you want a local redneck newspaper in New Zealand?
Pipe down and I'll tell you.
I've been getting the paper and checking the classifieds,
looking at cars for sale,
so as of yesterday, for sale in this town,
some dude is selling a stock 1970 Dodge Challenger
with a 440 engine and a white paint job.
And you wanna buy it?
Kim, I may be stupid, but I'm not bloody stupid.
I wanna say I wanna buy it so he'll let me test-drive it.
A 1970 Dodge Challenger with a white paint job?
Oh, uh, Kowalski!
Kowalski from Vanishing Point. Mate, it's a fucking classic!
If I can get this guy
to let me drive it without him, I will blow the doors off that bitch.
What's Vanishing Point?
Abs, I'm supposed to be the illiterate one.
It's just one of the best American movies ever made.
Actually, Zoë, most girls wouldn't know Vanishing Point.
Excuse me. Most girls? What the fuck are you two?
Yeah, well, we're gearheads. Of course we watched it.
Y'all grew up watching that Pretty in Pink shit.
Oh, I liked Pretty in Pink.
What, so you didn't watch John Hughes movies?
Of course I did. I'm a girl. But I also watched car shit, too...
Vanishing Point. Dirty Mary Crazy Larry.
- Gone in 60 Seconds... - Oh...
The real one, not that Angelina Jolie bullshit.
We have an outdoor theater in Auckland that plays Vanishing Point.
Big Wednesday. all the classics.
What do you horny gals want?
Yeah, you got a 1970 Dodge Challenger for sale?
Right up here, ladies.
This shit is off the fuckin' hook!
Fuckin' legendary, mate.
Sweet ass. Well, if you 'll excuse me, I'd like to have a word with my associate.
You ladies take your time.
What are you waiting for? Ask him to let you drive it by yourself.
I intend to, but first I need to ask you something.
What?
If he lets us take it out on our own, I wanna play Ship's Mast.
- Oh, hell, no! - Keep it down!
Ain't no way I'm doing Ship's Mast.
- For Chrissakes... - Don't blaspheme.
Sorry.
Now, what did you say after the last time?
- Look, I know what I said. - What did you say?
- I know I said we shouldn't... - No.
You didn't say we shouldn't. You said we ain't ever gonna do that again.
- But... - But, my ass!
You said not only are we never gonna play Ship's Mast again,
but you also said if you ever do what you trying to do now,
to not only refuse, but that I had permission to physically restrain your ass if necessary.
Now, did you or did you not say that?
No, no, no. Answer the question, motherfucker.
- Did you or did you not say that? - Yes, I said that.
- However... - Whatever with your "however."
Look, I know I said it, and I know I meant it...
Damn skippy you meant it!
But when I said it, I didn't mean in America!
- Oh, nigga, please. - For real. Really.
I meant we should never play Ship's Mast again in New Zealand or Australia.
You are such a liar!
I know what I said, but when I said it I didn't know I'd ever come to America,
and if I had of known I was gonna come to America,
had the opportunity to play Ship's Mast on the Vanishing Point Challenger...
I would have added a "however."
Right?
Okay, oddly enough, I actually understood that.
However, just because you talked yourself into some stupid shit
doesn't mean I have lost my goddamn mind.
You need two people to play Ship's Mast, and I ain't playing.
I'll be your best friend.
I don't need me no best friend lives on the other side of Planet Earth.
I'll crack your back.
You 'll crack it anyway.
Well, of course I'll crack it anyway.
But now, while I'm here, I'll be your back-cracking slave.
Whenever you want it, you 've got it. You don't even have to ask.
You just order me to do it, just be like, "Bitch, get over here and get busy."
You crack my back, give me foot massages, and after a shower, you moisturize my butt.
Deal.
We're gonna see if this guy'll let us take the car out without him.
If he does, you wait here with Lee and we'll be back in a moment.
What?
- I said we're gonna see if this guy'll let... - I heard what you said.
I just can't believe what you said.
You two got some fuckin' balls.
What?
Don't play dumbass with me.
I've been up all night, I'm still a little drunk, and I have a hangover.
I should be in my hotel room, asleep, not fuckin' around on Tobacco Road,
but because Zoë wanted to drive some Vanishing Point car, I'm here.
Now you two got the balls to ask me... no, scratch that... tell me
I gotta go make conversation with Tom Joad while the cool kids get to go out and play?
Bullshit on that.
- It ain't like that. - What's it like, Kim?
You guys are our collateral. He's never gonna go for it if we all go.
I really think one human being will be collateral enough.
You 're not gonna want to do what we're doing.
What, drive a car?
We're doing more than that.
What, drive it fast?
We're doing more than that.
Actually, we're paying you a compliment, 'cause we gonna do some stupid shit.
But that's okay. We're stunt people. We ain't got good sense.
But you got good sense, and anybody with good sense
- ain't gonna want to do what we're doing. - How do you know?
'Cause you 're a mum.
Yeah.
You know, we're supposed to be this big posse,
but that's the excuse you guys use whenever you want to exclude me,
so what is it you two daredevils are doing
that I'm just so uncool I couldn't possibly understand?
You know, we're kind of conning this guy,
so maybe it's best if we don't go into detail about it while he's watching us.
Besides...
he's probably not gonna let us do it, anyway.
Okay, how about this?
I'll talk him into it, but I go along.
- How you gonna do that? - That's my problem.
But don't worry.
He'll say yes.
What are you gonna do, blow him?
No.
I'm gonna insinuate that Lee's gonna blow him.
That's a good one.
Not really.
But let me handle it. We got a deal?
Okay, Mama, listen up.
You wanna hang with the cool kids? You got to be cool.
We take you along, you don't say shit. You don't even say crap.
You just sit in the back, and I don't want to hear a peep, you understand?
- Got it. - I'm serious, now.
You start nagging us, we pulling over, kicking you out, and picking you up later.
Agreed.
Okay. Go work your magic.
- Hello, sir. - Hello.
- Hello, what's your name? - Jasper.
Hello, Jasper, I'm Abernathy.
- Aber what? - Abernathy.
- What's your first name? - That is my first name.
- What kind of first name is that? - Just call me Abbie.
Okay, Abbie.
Jasper, we were wondering if my friends and I could take the car out
for a little test drive out on our own, just to see if we're comfortable.
Why would I do something stupid like that?
To better sell your automobile.
How do I know y'all ain't just gonna steal it?
Four reasons, actually.
One, we're not thieves, two, that would be rude,
three, we're staying at the Days Inn in town...
you can call, check with management. We're registered for the next month.
Actually, Zoë's not, but Kim and I are, so we're totally track-downable.
Who's Kim? The colored girl?
Yes. Kim would be the girl of color.
And reason number four... and the most important:
while we're taking the car out for a little spin,
that'll give you a better opportunity to get acquainted with our other friend...
Lee.
Why does she look kind of familiar?
That would be because she's a famous actress.
Hmm.
Why's she dressed like that?
Well, you see, we're making a Hollywood movie in town,
and it's a cheerleader movie, and she's one of the cheerleaders.
What's a cheerleader movie?
A movie about cheerleaders.
Is it a porno movie?
Yes, it is, but don't mention it. She's shy.
Lee, this is Jasper. Jasper, Lee.
Now, you two kids stay out of trouble.
Hey, good-looking. Be back to pick you up later.
Ta-ta!
Gulp.
You thinking what I'm thinking?
I think I'm thinking it.
What are you and you thinking?
I'm thinking we told your ass to shut the fuck up.
- Where y'all going? - You stay put.
I gotta take a...
So, you ready to do this?
You sure?
Well, I always don't want to do it right before I'm gonna do it.
I know what you mean, 'cause I don't wanna do it.
Kim!
- I'm just saying. - If you 're gonna take the piss out of it...
I'm just saying.
You wanna start out on top?
Practically doesn't count if you start on the top.
Here are your gloves.
No, no, no, no. I'm wearing a jacket.
This is my jacket.
Um, ain't you supposed to be my slave or some shit?
- Come on. - I'm the one who's on the bonnet.
Bonnet, my ass. You on the hood.
Y'all, I think I hear a car coming.
Give me your belt.
This is my cute shit. Fuck that. Get Abernathy's belt.
Fine, we'll use Abbie's belt.
- Give me your belt. - No. Prada.
Come on, give her the belt.
- Magic word. - Please give her the belt?
Just 'cause you asked nicely.
It's nice to be nice, Kim!
Whatever.
You know what? Don't think about asking me to do your hair.
- Your ass gonna do it. - You 'll ask "pretty please," bitch,
because that's what you do when no one else is looking. You ain't that hard.
- I ain't getting... - Abernathy.
Don't get on my nerves right now.
- I got shit on my mind. Ooh!
You know, I ain't six.
It's cold. Can we roll up one of these windows?
KIM and ZOË: No.
Okay, Abernathy. Check this out.
What the fuck are you guys doing?
What does that mean?
Whoa!
Faster, you black bitch! Faster!
That fast enough for your bony ass?
Whoo-hoo!
Whoa ho ho ho!
Oh!
Abernathy, get your ass up here.
Whoa! Whoo-hoo!
Alrighty.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Go, go! Go!
Check it out, bitch. You want it fucking faster?
Whoo-hoo!
Yah hoo hoo!
##
Yah hoo hoo!
- Oh, my God. - What the fuck? Shit.
Damn it!
Now.
Did you do something to him? Say something?
Nothing! Shit.
Here he comes, Zoë. He's coming!
Aah!
Shit, oh shit!
No!
Hold on, Zoë!
Oh, my God. Zoë!
- Oh! Hold on! - I can't!
Fuck you, motherfucker!
Zoë! Zoë!
- I'm sorry I called you a black bitch! - I forgive you. Hold the fuck on!
Whoa, whoa, get away!
Oh, shit. I can't see. I can't see!
Zoë, move your leg!
Oh! Come on, come on!
Redneck lunatic bastard! Get away from me!
fucking legs!
Oh, my God.
Shit, I'm scared, Kim. I'm really scared.
I know, baby, just hold on.
Watch your feet!
You wanna get hot?
- Fucking son of a bitch! - You wanna get hot?
Then suck on this for a while, bitch!
Zoë! Goddamn it!
Oh, my God. Get away from us, you cocksucker!
Leave us alone!
Fuck you, motherfucker! Fuck you!
Zoë! Zoë! Oh, Zoë!
Hold on!
Zoë! Zoë!
Look out!
Get ready to fly, bitch.
- Zoë! - Zoë, hold on!
He's right on your fucking ass!
Hey! Whoo-hoo!
Hey, ladies, that was fun.
Well, adios.
Ow! Fuck!
Shit! Fuck!
Run away with your ass!
You better run, motherfucker!
That bitch!
I'm okay!
Oh, shit! Goddamn it!
Oh, you fuckin' bitch!
Of course you are. Of course you are. What was I thinking?
What was I thinking? Zoë, the fucking cat!
Whew. That was a close one.
So, where's the maniac?
I shot him and his punk ass sped off.
You wanna go get him?
Oh, hell yeah!
Honey...
I think you might want to get out.
Fuck that shit.
Let's kill this bastard.
Okay, get your ass in the back. Let's go.
Where the fuck you going?
I'll be back!
This'll smart. Sweet. Let's go.
Oh, fuck yeah, bitch. Come on. Bring that shit.
Giddy-up, then!
Yeah!
God!
Come on! Come on.
Why? Oh, no!
Ah! Do it.
Do it.
Oh, no!
No, no, no!
No, God!
All right, get it together, man.
What did you... what am l... what are you gonna do?
Take him down!
Now where do you think you 're going? Fuckin' fuck you!
Where do you think you 're fucking going?
What the fuck do you think...
Come here!
Go!
Whoo-hoo!
What's wrong with your ass, motherfucking cocksucker?
Oh, you 're gonna wiggle your ass at me, gonna wiggle it at me?
Oh, don't like it up the ass, do you, you redneck lunatic bastard?
Aah!
Oh, yeah, gonna bust a nut up in this bitch right now!
Oh, I'm the horniest motherfucker on the road!
Boo-yah, bitch!
Did you just hit a boat?
Yeah, come on, Kim, get him!
Get that motherfucker!
Forget about the cows, motherfucker! Move, motherfucker, move!
Motherfucker!
I'm 'bout to bust a nut up in this bitch...
Watch it, watch it.
# Tapping that ass tapping that ass #
# Tapping that tapping that tapping... #
Aah!
Bastard.
Oh, you know I can't let you go...
without tapping that ass.
Oh, fuck me!
- One... - Kim?
...more... - Kim?
...time!
Boo-yah!
That's what I'm talking... that's what I'm talking about, bitch!
Oh, come on!
Yah!
Yah ha ha, come on!
Thought you lost us, motherfucker. We back, motherfucker. We back.
Who's laughing now, bitch!
Shit.
Come on!
Here's Cha Cha!
You 've been such a lunatic bastard!
I'm sorry!
What?
I didn't mean anything. I was just playing around.
Oh, he was just playing around!
- Just playing! - Well, I ain't playing with you!
Whoa!
Oh, look out, look out, look out.
What's your sign?
Oh, shit!
Oh, shit.
Don't run, don't run, motherfucker, don't run.
This baby's on speed!
Whoa!
- Aah! - Yeah, yeah!
Yeah!
Jesus fucking Christ, it's about time.
Go, go, go, go, go, go!
Please don't dead-end.
Please don't dead end.
Please don't dead-end.
Oh, there the motherfucker is.
Go, go, go!
Get him, get him, get him!
Unh!
Oh, help me!
Be careful. My right arm's broken.
This one?
Oh, you want some shit?
Motherfucker, kiss my fucking ass.
Uhn!
Yah!
Mother... fucker!
Motherfucker!
Asshole!
# Hang up the chick habit #
# Hang it up. Daddy. or you 'll be alone in a quick #
# Hang up the chick habit #
# Hang it up. Daddy. or you 'll never get another fix #
# I' m telling you it's not a trick. pay attention. don 't be thick #
# Or you 're liable to get licked #
# You 're gonna see the reason why when they're spitting in your eye #
# They'll be spitting in your eye #
# Hang up the chick habit #
# Hang it up. Daddy. a girl's not a tonic or a pill #
# Hang up the chick habit #
# Hang it up. Daddy you 're just jumping for a spill #
# Oh. how your bubble's gonna burst #
# When you meet another nurse she'll be driving in a hearse #
# You 're gonna need a heap of glue when they all catch up with you #
# And they cut you up in two #
# Now your ears are ringing the birds will stop their singing #
# Everything is turning gray #
# No candy in your till. no cutie left to thrill #
# You 're alone on a Tuesday #
# Hang up the chick habit #
# Hang it up. Daddy. or you 'll be alone in a quick #
# Hang up the chick habit #
# Hang it up. Daddy. or you 'll never get another fix #
# I' m telling you it's not a trick. pay attention. don 't be thick #
# Or you 're liable to get licked #
# You 're gonna see the reason why when they're spitting in your eye #
# They'll be spitting in your eye #
# You 're gonna see the reason why when they're spitting in your eye #
# They'll be spitting in your eye #