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hwp You got them disguises
I told you to bring?
I got them.
Wha wrong? Oh, yeah.
I couldnt remember if you said to get
panties or panty-liners. I brought both.
I said pantyhose. Not panties.
Not no panty-liners.
Pantyhose, you numb-nuts!
I coule swore you said
panties or panty-liners.
Why would I say that?
How we gonna rob somebody
with panties and maxi pads?
Tha what I was wondering too.
Then I figured it out.
See? Pretty smart, huh?
I made you one too.
I aint robbing somebody
with a maxi pad stuck to my face!
- Freeze! I a holdup!
- Yeah, i a holdup!
Give me the pizza, the cash and some
of them bread sticks, pepperoni-head.
Where you going?
You better slow down!
Hes getting away!
Give me one of them pizzas!
Im falling!
Slow down!
Where you going, pepperoni boy?
You can hide but you cant run!
No... You can run but...
Im gonna kill you!
Tink?
- Tink?
- What?
- Dont tell nobody about this.
- I wont.
Nobody. Not even Earl.
Tink, I wont. These lips is sealed.
Earl couldnt even beat it out of me.
My name is Earl Crest.
And that beautiful creature
right there, tha my Baby.
Simply put, she is
my number one reason for living.
Earl Crest, it aint polite to stare.
Baby, i only natural
for a man to stare when he sees...
...the prettiest gal
west of the Mississippi.
Just west?
To tell you the truth, neither of us has
set so much as a foot outside the state.
I was born years ago right here
in Bennett, Texas...
...to a self-proclaimed
"unordained" minister...
...who used to lik e to tell me that I was
Jesus Christ in his Second Coming.
It wasnt uncommon for
my daddy to tak e me along...
...to preach the word of God to
the heathens, as he lik ed to call them.
The problem was,
as my daddy found out the hard way...
...preaching and sinning
mix about as well as...
Dad!
...barstools and heads.
Now despite just having seen
my daddys head crack ed open...
...I wasnt worried,
because I, "Jesus" Earl Crest...
...would perform a laying-on-the-hands
and heal my father...
...and convert those heathens
in one fell swoop.
Or maybe not.
I realized then that I was not
the Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
What I didnt know is that theres
more than one type of savior.
- What?
- Nothing at all.
- Can you take me to work?
- Lf you dont make me late.
And when have I ever done that?
Ill see you down at breakfast.
Well, look at that. Looks lik e
you mugs have finally got me.
You gents got a light?
That boy, he aint gonna make it.
Now, shit, save the matches!
- Earl, did you see that stupid shit?
- Yes, sir.
That trick would never work.
Dont get me wrong.
I lik e Wayne okay.
As stepdads go, hes a good old boy.
And Mama loves him to death.
You get paid today, sweetie?
Good, because I need your rent.
And he does get monthly disability
checks from being wounded in Vietnam.
- Daddys taking me to Vegas.
- Dont you mean youre taking him?
I mean, seeing as he dont
have a job or any money at present?
Watch it, Earl.
You see, I chalk it up to laziness.
And it dont help matters
none that Wayne, well...
He aint exactly a genius.
Earlene, your sisters
running late today.
I asked you not to call her that.
Im truly sorry. I truly am.
Im truly sorry.
Im dropping her off at the
barbecue joint on the way to work.
She keeps on like this, Ill be late.
- Come on, Baby, Im gonna be late.
- I wanna live. I want... I wanna live.
But I cant do that from
a hospital bed, doctor. No, I cant.
Come on, Ill be late for work.
Im coming.
Im coming, doctor.
Your sisters always late.
Shes always late.
Didnt I just tell you not to call
her my sister? Two seconds ago.
- Hi. Im here.
- Hi, Baby.
- What took you so long?
- I was doing my acting exercises.
My acting coach says I need
to do them every day...
...if Im gonna be a soap star
when we get to Los Angeles.
- Dont get mad.
- I aint mad.
Ma, Earls kissing his sister again.
- Wayne...
- Daddy, quit teasing.
I aint teasing.
See you tonight. Ready, babe?
- Yeah. Bye, Mama.
- Bye, sweetheart.
Nows a good time to tell you
about me and Babys relationship.
Were stepbrother and stepsister.
And even though we have
absolutely no blood between us...
...folks on the outside looking in might
frown on the idea of the two of us...
...you know, having sex
and being engaged.
All I can say in our defence is that
we were going steady in the th grade.
And tha way before my mama
and her daddy ever met or married.
Yes, Ill marry her.
We figured we had dibs
on the relationship.
We wasnt inclined to stop seeing each
other because our parents got hitched.
Still, I do hate it
when Wayne calls her my sister.
- You going to the bar after work?
- I Friday, aint it?
- Good.
- Want me to pick you up?
No. Ill probably get off early,
and Ill wanna go home and change.
- Okay.
- Okay.
I cant see the point though, Baby.
You just cant improve on perfection.
- You sweet-talker.
- I love you.
- You going to the bar tonight?
- I Friday night, aint it?
Hell, would you look at that?
Son of a...
I okay if them things
get a little grease on the
