1:10:03
He hates me. Oh, God.
1:10:28
You're gonna be a great writer someday.
1:10:32
You might even write about us guys,
if you ever get hard-up for material.
1:10:54
I guess I'd have to be pretty hard-up?
1:10:59
Yeah.
1:11:03
What the fuck do you know about this?
1:11:06
Son of a bitch! My little brother.
1:11:12
You wasn't planning on taking
the body from us, was you, boys?
1:11:17
You get away.
1:11:18
We found him. We got dibs.
1:11:21
We better start running, Eyeball.
They got dibs.
1:11:24
We earned him. You guys came in a car.
That's not fair. He's ours.
1:11:28
"That's not fair. He's ours."
1:11:31
Well, not anymore.
1:11:32
There are four of us, Eyeball.
You just make your move.
1:11:35
We will. Don't you worry.
1:11:42
Vern, you little son of a whore.
1:11:45
- You was under the porch.
- No, I swear it wasn't me.
1:11:48
You keyhole-peeping bung.
I ought to beat the living shit out of you.
1:11:58
You guys have two choices.