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are sunshine and coconut milk.

- Hey, wait up, for chrissake. - You keep away from me, you hear?

But I bet you got one thing in common with those other boys.

Suppose we just don't talk about it anymore.

Look, with these gals that wanna buy it, most of them are old and dignified.

- Just take a walk. - Take a shave.

This is a friend of hers.

When we get to Miami, what I'm gonna do is

Damn it. Shut up.

Why are you laughing, Joe? You really a cowboy?

I'm gonna have to have another 10 just to cover expenses, all right?

and get your skinny butt moving. Earn $20 worth of management,

Well, I hope I don't come back in your body.

That's between me and my confessor. And I'll tell you,

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You didn't kill him, did you?

You just... You know what happened?

Listen, sweetie. Why don't you run along, and take the number.

Did I tell you I got me a sick kid on my hands?

I could just kill you with my bare hands!

So I'm a drunk.

I ain't talking priest talk.

Chuck! Chuck! I've lost you.

Plus five cents for Dentyne. Gum.

and like that ain't enough, I gotta pee all over myself.

I'm impressed. You're a killer.

- To Dallas. - Up Dallas, are you?

Where's the matches, ma'am?

- The suitcase means a lot to me. - We keep everything. House rules.

Straighten out the bed for me, will you, Tex?

Keep trying to make contact.

What's that monstrosity down there?

We have a malfunction of our instruments,

Just get me on a bus. You ain't sending me to Bellevue.

I've prayed in the saloons.

- I'm gonna strangle you to death. - Wait a minute.

Excuse me, but do you have another piece of gum for her?

I'm inviting you. I mean, if you're not located, I got a place.

The words don't matter, as long as you get that love behind them.

I've heard it all and I'm sick of it.

Keep going, up to the top. Right in the corner there, the top one.

Rico. Hey, Rico?

Say, why don't you and me get right down on our knees right now?

- Naturally, I can walk. - Yeah, he's got taxi fare.

- I hate bone yards. - So split.

Musical arrangements, rehearsals, costume fittings.

Where's my boots? Where's my damn boots?

It's OK, folks, everything's all right. Nothing to worry about.

That's faggot stuff.

I wasn't calling anyone. I was...

I think per capita, on a given day, there's probably

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If someone does me bad like you...

This is my friend, Ratso Rizzo, and I.

- Ready for hard work? - I'm ready for anything.

That's for that dog?

I'm Townsend P. Locke, from Chicago. Call me Towny.

- Can you track him? - Kiss me, Joe.

Maybe if you didn't call me ma'am, things might work out better.

- No. No, I wasn't calling anyone. - Hello? Hello?

How's that strike you?

I bet you paid a pretty price for it. Am I right?

Joe could be anyone. I like that.

You're the only one.

- Have you tried heroin? - Yeah, I've tried heroin.

Don't rush me, boy.

I got eight bucks in my damn pockets. Twenty more come Thursday, boy.