[singsong]
I'm dyiiiiiiing, I'm dyyyyyyiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnng...
[back to your scheduled program]
You fucking dead? No, you're not dead, you're here, whining so much I'm wishing I were fucking dead. Now relax.
I'm dyiiiiiiing, I'm dyyyyyyiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnng...
[back to your scheduled program]
You fucking dead? No, you're not dead, you're here, whining so much I'm wishing I were fucking dead. Now relax.
Today? Same shit, different day. You haven't changed one little bit.
Everything gonna turn out well.
[...]
Caught a clover in my fruit loops this morning.
[...]
Caught a clover in my fruit loops this morning.
This don't mean you can't cut the bullshit. You didn't give one flying fuck about any of us bleeding or not bleeding. I seen what you call respect.
Now, Mr. White, that's not nice. Did I go off and disrespect you? Call Nice Guy Eddie on you? Joe?
No, I fucking didn't, now we gonna sit here and think real hard on what we're saying and how we're hurting each other's feelings. Count of three, we gonna make sure we're not hurting my feelings, all right? Right. So --
No, I fucking didn't, now we gonna sit here and think real hard on what we're saying and how we're hurting each other's feelings. Count of three, we gonna make sure we're not hurting my feelings, all right? Right. So --
I'm what the drill instructor tells the guys to look under the bed for, that right?
Mr. Orange, you wind up too easy. You're gonna end up like Mr. Pink. You wanna end up like Pink? No one wants to end up like Pink. And that's saying something, cause we'd gotta a fucking time machine and go back to end up like him. You'd say no to a time machine? I would, if it meant waking up to Pink.
Now, cough it up, how we end up in Tijuana?
Mr. Orange, you wind up too easy. You're gonna end up like Mr. Pink. You wanna end up like Pink? No one wants to end up like Pink. And that's saying something, cause we'd gotta a fucking time machine and go back to end up like him. You'd say no to a time machine? I would, if it meant waking up to Pink.
Now, cough it up, how we end up in Tijuana?
I know what I'm saying. And I know sure as hell that you were not keeping it cool that day. Correct me if I'm wrong.
Mr. White, my momma, bless her immortal soul, said you don't go'n'correct your elders. That's disrespectful.
Mr. Orange...
[disappointed sigh]
Life gonna give you all sorts of excuses. I'm not saying dying's no big deal - it's a big deal - I'm not saying that. But how long you gonna let that inconvenience you?
You wake up, you gonna tell your parole guy - I can't go to no work today, I'm dyyyyyyyyyyyyiiiiiiiing? You got some lady with her legs spread - I can't get it up today, I'm dyyyyyyyyiiiiiiiiiiing? Take out the garbage - I can't find the fucking recycle bin, I'm dyyyyyyiiiiiiiiiiiing?
It don't always work.
[disappointed sigh]
Life gonna give you all sorts of excuses. I'm not saying dying's no big deal - it's a big deal - I'm not saying that. But how long you gonna let that inconvenience you?
You wake up, you gonna tell your parole guy - I can't go to no work today, I'm dyyyyyyyyyyyyiiiiiiiing? You got some lady with her legs spread - I can't get it up today, I'm dyyyyyyyyiiiiiiiiiiing? Take out the garbage - I can't find the fucking recycle bin, I'm dyyyyyyiiiiiiiiiiiing?
It don't always work.
Mr. Orange, you talk like that in your last moments? You gonna lose your eternal soul.
I'm asking you, Blonde, what the fuck would you call that then. I mean it. None of this alarm business. You almost got me from the get go right then and there. You think I'm pissy about accidents? That would have been one hell of a mistake on your part.
Mr. White, lest we forget, you're not the one fucking dying here.
And you go and bitch more than he does. Now that's - that's - you don't mind my saying so, right? It's an honest opinion. That's fucking impressive.
And you go and bitch more than he does. Now that's - that's - you don't mind my saying so, right? It's an honest opinion. That's fucking impressive.
So none of it was your fault. Just a godforsaken victim of circumstance, right? Mother Theresa says a prayer just for you, don't she?
Some clown out there is disappointed now.
What did I shoot? Your mother? Your sister? Your prison bitch?
You gotta tell us these things before we walk into a place, Mr. Orange. You gotta say, 'My fucking prison bitch's in there, mind your aim.'
You gotta tell us these things before we walk into a place, Mr. Orange. You gotta say, 'My fucking prison bitch's in there, mind your aim.'
And sometimes I say a prayer back for her. Cause she needs it.
Unless you're a vampire hurting people, it's of no concern to you. Unless you're someone or something else hurting people.
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