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hwpOkay, weve got a four-word sentence.
What is it, Vanessa?
Vanessa, come on.
Here we go. The.
The?
Ca-caa--
Caa--
Meow?
Cat.
Perfect. Youve got it. Now lets continue to the third word.
Dr--
Dr-en--
Think K, Kuh, followed by S.
Think Kuh-s. Kuh-s.
-Um-- -Think.
-Drenks? -Yeah, yeah.
-Drinks? -You got it. Thats it.
-Drinks. -You did it. Perfect.
Um, The cat drinks...
milk.
Thats right. Very good. Great, Vanessa.
Vanessa! Chopper!
Fully rewarded now?
Hey, mister! Ive got my own place.
Its right over there in the motel.
You can turn right here and get in. Its cooler.
Then can I get in the car with you?
-Ill go wherever you wanna go. -Move, bitch!
-No, thank you! -Sir! Sir!
Well, screw you too, fuckin nigger!
Mom? What are you doin?
-What are you doin home so early? -Its not so early, Mom.
-How you doin, Ms. Lutz? -Dont even talk to her, Chopper!
-Vanessa, Im out of here. -Okay.
-Will you give your mom my regards? -Will do, Ms. Lutz.
You said you werent gonna do this no more.
Ive had enough crap from your father all day.
-I am real stressed-- -Larry is not my dad.
If youre gonna smart-ass me, you can just go on home right now.
Get out of my face right now!
-Go on, get out! -Fine.
-Fine. -You dont know nothing about nothin!
You dont know a goddamn thing about nothin!
Larry, just let me through.
-Whats the magic word? -Fuck you, you piece of shit.
Fuck you?
How was school?
Like you really fuckin care, asshole.
Me and your mama, we spent the whole day in line securin rent vouchers...
and we could both use a little consideration!
Dont it bother you your own wife bringin off all them guys for money?
I make her use mouthwash after.
You like that minty-fresh taste, huh, Larry?
Vanessa Lutz, Im gettin ready to take a seriously big shit...
right on top of that pointy little head of yours!
Dont be a smart-ass.
Hey, motherfucker.
-You want some company? -Y eah.
Oh, let me get in.
You get the luckiest breaks.
And I mean lucky. What else could it be?
We interrupt this program to go live to L.A. County Sheriffs headquarters...
where a press conference is now in progress...
regarding the grisly find yesterday morning...
along San Diego Freeway in Torrance.
The two females have been identified as -year-old...
Tempest Mueller of Downey and -year-old...
Corky Poindexter of Bellflower.
Both females have extensive arrest records for prostitution...
and we are now considering them as victims of the individual...
that we call the l- Killer.
Ill take a few questions.
Yes?
-I happened to be watchin that, Larry! -Forget it.
You just dont want me hearin about that killer out there.
But what if he drove up right this second and snatched up Mom, huh?
What would you have to say then, smart guy?
First of all, your mama would kick his ass.
And second of all, that killer is all the way up in L.A., okay?
My dogs better than your dog
My dogs better than yours
My dogs better cause he gets Ken-L Ration
My dogs better than yours
Larry, get your goddamn hands off of my anatomy!
-Or I swear to fucking God-- -What?
Oh, yeah, like shes really gonna believe you.
Im really not up to your shit today, Larry.
-Fact, Im mad as hell at you now. -Aw, come here.
Goddamn it, Larry!
Get your fuckin hands off me, you shithead!
Fucker!
You hit hard! Ow!
Now you just behave.
Fuck, you hit hard.
You know, I cant help you...
if you dont tell me what it is you want.
Well, maybe wed better just forget the whole thing.
No.
I bet you like havin your wiener sucked.
-Hmm? Dont you? -Yeah, I guess so.
How come that doesnt surprise me?
What would a thing like that cost?
Thirty dollars.
Sheriffs Department. Youre under arrest.
Let go!
Come on, guys, I didnt do anything. I did nothing wrong.
-Take it easy. -Come on.
Where do you think youre going?
Youre hurtin me! Youre hurtin my arm!
Youre hurtin me. Youre hurtin my arm.
Whats your name, Miss?
Ramona Lutz.
Bully!
-Stayin at this motel? -Yep.
I never saw that before in my life, and thats Gods truth, sir.
Youre telling me this brown residue isnt narcotics?
It doesnt belong to me.
What is that? Speed? You look like a speedy kind of gal.
Officer, please, listen to me.
Um, my little girl...
shes home with me now, and she just got out of Childrens Services...
and I cannot afford to be busted again because theyll take her away from me.
Theyll just take my baby.
You know this pipe constitutes probable cause...
so were gonna have to take a look inside your motel room.
You cant do that. My husbands asleep.
-Your husband know youre soliciting? -Give us a fuckin break.
-Your husband own a firearm, Ramona? -My Larry is on parole.
He hasnt had a firearm for a long time.
Were gonna be real unhappy if youre not tellin us the truth.
I am tellin you the truth, okay?
Come on. Lets go.
You guys are makin me wish I was dead.
You fuckin happy about that? Are you fuckin happy about that?
Cut that out right now or youre gonna be hogtied!
-But if you just listen to me! -Shut your mouth now!
Not another word!
Oh, yes!
Ooh, yeah! Aah! Ooh!
