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:39:01
Now in 19 years I've learned one thing.
:39:03
If you try to fight every jerk on the street,
you'll be one sad, sorry son of a bitch.

:39:07
And you'll never last 20 years.
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And God forbid if you ever get married
and take it out on your wife.

:39:13
She will walk. She will fucking leave you.
:39:19
So why make it worse all the time?
:39:22
- Is that one thing?
- Yeah, one thing.

:39:26
It's all one thing.
:39:28
- The other day...
- This isn't to do with that.

:39:31
- Shut up! uh, do I get to talk?
- Talk.

:39:35
I'm sorry about the car.
I fuckin' wiped out. What can I say?

:39:39
You want me to say
it's not gonna happen again?

:39:43
I know what you're saying
and trying to do,...

:39:45
...but I didn't volunteer for CRASH to play
games and be nice to these assholes.

:39:51
Think you get respect? They laugh and
fuck somebody up. I can't deal with that.

:39:56
If you don't think you can deal with me,
well, I understand that, too.

:40:16
- Well?
- (Louisa) What?

:40:18
- So tell me about him.
- Well, I will tell you later.

:40:23
- Gimme the baby. Louisa?
- No, it's all right. I enjoy it.

:40:28
How do you want me
to cook those shrimp?

:40:31
Oh, butterfly 'em.
:40:42
What's up?
:40:44
Nothin'.
:40:46
You OK?
:40:48
Yeah.
:40:59
- (Tommie) Here I come!
- Look at your brother there. Look.


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