$45.60.
And, uh, I need a little help with something. Now,
if anybody asks you who your fare was tonight, what are you gonna say?
The truth. Three well-dressed, slightly toasted Mexicans.
-Bonsoir, Esmarelda Villa Lobos. -Buenas Noches, Butch.
Keep the light off.
-Is that better, Sugar Pop? -Oui.
-Hard day at the office? -Pretty hard.
Got in a fight.
Poor baby.
-Can you make spoons? -You know what? I was thinkin' about takin' a shower.
I'm stinkin' like a dog over here.
I like the way you stink.
Let me take this jacket off.
I was looking at myself in the mirror.
I wish I had a pot.
You were looking at yourself in the mirror, and you wish you had some pot?
A pot. A pot belly.
Pot bellies are sexy.
-Well, you should be happy, 'cause you have one. -Shut up, fatso. I don't have a pot.
I have a bit of a tummy, like Madonna when she did "Lucky Star." It's not the same thing.
I didn't know there was such a difference between a pot belly and a tummy.
The difference is huge.
-Would you like it if I had a pot belly? -No.
Pot bellies make a man look either oafish or like a gorilla.
But on a woman a pot belly's very sexy.
The rest of you is normal-- normal face, normal legs, normal hips, normal ass--
but with a big, perfectly round pot belly.
If I had one, I'd wear a T-shirt two sizes too small...
You think men would find that attractive?
I don't give a damn what men find attractive.
It's unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye... is seldom the same.
If you had a pot belly, I would punch you in it.
-You'd punch me in the belly? -Right in the belly.
Ohh! I'd smother you! I'd drop it right on your face 'til you couldn't breathe!
-You'd do that? -Yeah. Yeah.
-Did you get everything? -Yes, I did.
Good job, Sugar Pop.
-Did everything go as planned? -You didn't listen to the--
-You didn't listen to the radio? -I never listen to your fights.
-Were you the winner? -I won, all right.
-Are you still retiring? -Sure am.
So it all worked out in the finish.
We're not at the finish yet, baby.
We're in a lot of danger, aren't we?
If they find us, they'll kill us, won't they?
But they won't find us, will they?
Do you still want me to go with you?
I don't want to be a burden or a nuisance. It's--
-Say it. -Fabienne, I want you to be with me.
-Forever? -Forever and ever.
-Do you love me? -Very, very much.
-Butch. -Yes? -Will you give me oral pleasure?
Will you kiss it?
-But you first. -Okay.
-I think I cracked a rib. -Giving me oral pleasure?
-No, retard, from the fight. -Don't call me "retard."
-My name is Fabby. My name is Fabienne! -Stop it. -My name is Fabi-- -Shut up, fuckhead!
-I hate that mongoloid voice. -Okay, okay. Sorry, sorry, sorry.
I take it back.
Will you hand me a dry towel, Miss Beautiful Tulip?
Oh, I like that. I like being called a tulip.
-"Tulip" is much better than "mongoloid." -I didn't call you a mongoloid.
I called you a retard. And I took it back.
-Butch? -Yes, Lemon Pie? -Where are we going to go?
Well, I'm not sure yet. Wherever you want.
We're gonna get a lot of money from this,
but it ain't gonna be the kind of money... that we can live like hogs in the fathouse forever.
I was thinking maybe we could go down someplace in the South Pacific.
Kind of money we're gonna have's gonna carry us a long way down there.
-If we wanted, we could live in Bora Bora? -You betcha.
If after a while you didn't dig that, we could go someplace else. Maybe Tahiti, Mexico.
-But I do not speak Spanish. -Well, you do not speak Bora-Boran either.
Besides, Mexican's easy.
-What does that mean? -Where is the shoe store?
-Spit, please. -Excellent pronunciation.
You'll be my little mamacita in no time.
-What time is it? -What time is it?
Time for bed.
Sweet dreams, jellybean.
Butch? Never mind.