We're not leaving yet. We're here now, and we want something else from you. Hey... hey,...

Todd Parker: We're not leaving yet. We're here now, and we want something else from you. Hey... hey, hey, hey, hey! Hey! We want something else from you. Rahad Jackson: ...What? Dirk: Todd, what the hell are you doing man? Let's just go. Todd Parker: In the master bedroom... under the bed... in a floor safe. Understand? Dirk: What the fuck is the matter with you Todd, let's go! Come on, man! Reed Rothchild: Todd! Todd Parker: Shhhut up Dirk. I t... I told you I got a plan. I got a very good plan. Rahad Jackson: Are you-are you kidding me, kitty? Todd Parker: Nah, I'm not, see? I'm not kidding. I want what's in the safe! We want what is in the goddamn safe, in the goddamn master bedroom on the fuckin' floor in the goddamn fuckin' floor safe, that's all! Dirk: Todd, don't be crazy, ok? [to Rahad] Dirk: Sir - we don't know anything about this, okay? This is not at all what we wanted. Todd Parker: Shut the fuck up Dirk. [to Rahad's bodyguard] Todd Parker: Do not reach for your gun, man, don't reach for your gun! Todd Parker: [Todd pulls out gun and aims it at bodyguard, Rahad shoots Todd in the shoulder, before fleeing to his bedroom, laughing maniacally; Dirk and Reed take cover as the bodyguard pulls out two pistols and starts firing at them, Todd then shoots the bodyguard] Todd Parker: He went in the bedroom! Dirk: Todd, what the fuck are you doin'? Todd Parker: He went in the bedroom! Dirk: Todd, what the fuck did you go crazy? Todd Parker: He's got coke and he's got cash, in that safe, in that bedroom and if we leave here without it, man we're fuckin' idiots, man! We came here to motherfuckin' do something and we can fucking do it, alright? Are you with me? Reed Rothchild: Todd, listen to me! Let's just split, man! Let's just split right this was not the thing! This was not supposed to be the thing, Todd! Todd Parker: That's what we goddamn came here to motherfuckin' do, and that's what I'm gonna fuckin' do right fuckin' now! Dirk: Fuck, no! Don't, don't! Don't be fucking stupid! Rahad Jackson: [Todd kicks down the door and is shot in the chest with a shotgun by Rahad] Come on, you puppies! [Rahad racks his shotgun and fires at Dirk and Reed] Rahad Jackson: It's comin' down for puppies!

They're waiting. We were supposed to be there a half-hour ago. We look like assholes right now, man. I don't wanna do this anymore, honey. I can't. I just... Let's have fun now. Let's just go and go and go, because it's over. There's too many things. Too many things. Too many things. Too many things. - Okay. - Let's go walk. - I don't wanna leave this room. - Me either, ha, ha. I love you, honey. - I love you, Mom. - Aah! Let me explain to him in simple arithmetic. One, two, three. Because you don't fucking get it, Burt. You give us the tapes. We get the record contract. We come back and give you your fucking money. Have you heard the tapes? Have you heard them? We're guaranteed a record deal. Our stuff is that good! Okay, now I got it. I got it. Now I understand. I know you want it to happen, but it's not gonna happen... ...because it's a Catch-22, and that's it. What the fuck does that mean? What is a Catch-22, Burt? - Aah. - Twenty-two, gentlemen. Think about it. - You know what I'm thinking about, man? - No, Dirk! I'm thinking about kicking some fucking ass in here! Scotty, get him out of here. Thanks a lot for backing us up too. Real good. Fuck. - Mr. Swope. Yes. We can't help you. I have all the papers, though. I mean, every... Everything's in order, yes? Yes, yes, but we can't give you a loan. I'm sorry. - Why? - I don't understand. Why? Yeah, why can't you give me the loan? Mr. Swope, you're a pornographer. This bank is not in business to support pornography. Okay, I'm not a pornographer, though. I'm an actor. - I'm sorry. - Please, please. Now, this is a new business for me. All right? It's a real thing that I wanna do. It's a real thing that I can do. Please. - I'm sorry. - Well, we did everything right. Okay, honey, it's okay. Just wait a minute, wait a minute. Now, let's just take a minute, okay? Um... Look, you have something to say. I have something to say, all right? So let's just talk, okay? If there is something that I didn't fill out correctly on this... ...or if there is something I left out, or maybe you want me to write on there... ...just tell me what to write on there. I'll write it on there. I'm sorry. You're not being fair. This isn't fair. This financial institution cannot endorse pornography. Stop saying that! Will you quit saying "pornography"? - Why are you doing this to me? - Please. Now, please. I'm sorry. I'm an... I am an ac... I am an actor. Come on. - That guy wants that thing for the thing... You fix it up. Who's your daddy? - How is it? - What it is, what it is. Yeah. Suck that cock, bitch. Hello. You must be Maggie. - Yes. - Kathleen O'Malley. I'm the judge. - Yes. - You have a lawyer with you? - No, I don't.