Fatal Instinct

It's one of the few places left
that still takes cash.

How are we going to
recognize the scumbag?

The support hose bandit?
You see him, you'll know.
These are
the best damn nachos...

outside of Detroit, Michigan.
I'm going to go
get some more.

Got a light?
How about a match?
No, thanks.
I have plenty.

You really are
incredibly stupid, aren't you?

I like that in a man.
I'd be insulted,
but I know you're serious.

You sound so sure of yourself.
I don't look as dumb as I am.
Let me buy you
a drink, Mister...

Ravine. Ned Ravine,
and I'm on duty.

-Brain surgeon?

Bet you have a big gun.
You lose.
If I can't buy you a drink,
how about one of those?

Who can say no to a wiener?
Not me.
Two dogs...hot.
You got it.
You come here often?
Only when I'm...
in heat.
I'm terribly sorry.
Let me just...
Where are you going?
I'm going to get something
to wipe that off.