Love and a Bullet

I bet that was your best game.
No, that wasn't my best game.
"All the skeletons in your fuckin' closet."
It really wasn't that funny.
I'm sorry.
You were being so creative.
You know what? Fuck this shit.
I ain't even gotta listen to this.

I'll just leave you with this.
That wasn't my best mack!
Come on, I wanna hear your best mack.
You wanna hear my best mack?
Wait, what you tellin' me
is that you wanna hear my best mack?

I wanna hear your best mack.
All right, missy,
I got one that works for me every time.

Get down.
Shake that ass and get it loose.
I can see how that would be effective for you.
Yeah, I bet you would.
The mack worked like a charm.
You see, Hylene was the type of girl
that just couldn't say no to a nine-millie.

Anyway, that was the beginning
of the happiest days of my life.

See, Hylene was a government cleaner,
and that was kind of like playin' with fire.

Damien didn't like us
kickin' it with the Federalies.

But, what the fuck? I was sprung.
Shit, she wouldn't really admit
that she worked for the government at all.

She told me
she didn't officially work for anybody.

She didn't even officially exist.
Which was actually pretty cool.
'Cause, see, she had a license to kill...
...and she could smoke almost anybody
and get away with it.

But Hylene, she wasn't like that.
See, she had been in the game
longer than I had...

...and it was startin' to get to her.
Sometimes, she'd be away
for several weeks at a time.