Coyote Moon

There's a roadhouse about 15 miIes
down the highway--

the Bomb Bay Cafe.
Run by a talI, dark fella
by the name of Singh.

But fair warning.
lt can get pretty rough in there.

Yeah, it can get very rough
in there, Eddie.

But that doesn't worry you,
does it?

You'lI need some wheels.
Take that Dodge pickup there.

Here. Help yourself.
Thank you.
You know, l bet he gets
Iots of pussy.

Yeah. l bet.
No! No, no, no, no!
No more dancing.
l don't want to dance anymore.

- Get out!
- Where the hell you going?

- l can't dance aIl by myself.
- You promised...

to take us to the bus depot.
- We want to go home!
- One more dance, please?

No more dancing. l want to go home.
l'm not putting--

You'll go when l goddamn tell you to go!
Now you dance!

No more shooting!
Please, l beg you, pIease!

l teIl you what.
The next round is on the house.

- Yeah !
- The next round is in your foot!

Now, dance!
Can't we aIl just get along?

- l don't want to get along.
- Ah.

Hey, Jack. Your girls here
seem to have a thing...

for this sissy in his sissy hat.
What are you looking at?
l own your ass.