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God bless.
[ Sighs ] Well, what are your plans?
Plans?
- The child in the bedroom. - Oh, Lucy.
I met her on the plane.
Yeah. She's a religious freak.
I gave her a cap before I realized-
Jesus, she's never even had a drink.
[ Duke ] Well, it'll probably work out.
We can keep her loaded, and then peddle her *** at the drug convention.
Yeah, she's perfect for this gig.
These cops'll go 50 bucks a head to beat her into submission and then gang-*** her.
We can set her up in one of these backstreet motels...
hang pictures of Jesus all over the room, and then turn these *** pigs loose on her.
Hell, she's strong, man. She'll hold her own.
Jesus Christ, I knew you were sick...
but I never expected to hear you actually say that kind of stuff.
- You filthy ***. - Straight economics, man. This girl's a godsend.
***. She could make us a grand a day.
That's ugly, man. Stop talking like that.
Well, I figure she can do about four at a time.
If we keep her full of acid, that's more like two grand a day, maybe three.
Hold on, man.
What if I just jump on you and beat the dog *** out of you?
Would that make you feel any better, you filthy ***?
All right, listen to me.
In a few hours, she'll probably be sane enough to work herself...
into some sort of towering Jesus-based rage at the hazy recollection...
of being seduced by some kind of cruel Samoan...
who fed her liquor and LSD, dragged her to a Vegas hotel room...
and then savagely penetrated every orifice in her little body...
with his throbbing, uncircumcised member.
- That's so ugly, man.
- Well, truth hurts. - That's- Argh!
- Yeah. - Argh! That's argh!
- Argh! - Argh?
- Argh! - Argh.
I wanted to help her, man.
Well, you'll go straight to the gas chamber for this one.
Even if you manage to beat that, they'll still send you back to Nevada...
for *** and consensual sodomy.
No, she's gotta go.
***.
It doesn't pay to try to help somebody these days, huh?