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Dutch:
[while in the car, Dutch pulls out a cigar]
Smoke bother you? Doyle:
Yes. [Dutch turns off the air conditioning] Doyle:
You're asking for it so bad. [Dutch starts chuckling] Doyle:
I'm not kidding! You have no idea how serious I can get when I wanna let somebody have it. Dutch:
[while smoking]
Mmm. You know you might be able to do some damage to the small and exclusive group of people that care about you, but I don't think you could raise a welt on my fanny, because frankly, I really don't care if you live, die, or grow mushrooms in your crack. Doyle:
I'll get you so bad. Dutch:
I don't think so. Doyle:
Really? You wanna put some money on it? Dutch:
How much? Doyle:
Five-thousand dollars. Dutch:
Five-thousand dollars. I bet I know where you keep it. In a gilded box under your bed. We'll keep it modest. Twenty bucks. [holds out his hand for Doyle to give him the money] Doyle:
It's a bet. [he takes Dutch's cigar from the ashtray and throws it on his lap] Dutch:
HEY, WHOA! [he begins to swerve out of control on the road] Dutch:
OWW! GODDAMNIT! OWWW! [he screeches to a stop and gets out] Dutch:
Son of a bitch! You bastard! You little Son of a bitch! [Doyle starts snickering as Dutch retreats to the passenger side and drags Doyle out of the car, where he runs down to a snowy field] Doyle:
GO TO HELL! [Dutch angrily gets in the back and scowls at Doyle] Doyle:
I WON THE BET! [laughs as an angered Dutch shakes his head in annoyance. Suddenly Doyle begins throwing mud balls at Dutch's car and he gets out] Dutch:
Throw one more-- [he ducks a mud ball coming towards him] Dutch:
Throw one more and I'm leaving you! Doyle:
YOU PROMISE? Dutch:
Guaranteed! Doyle:
GOOD RIDDANCE! [throws another one on the roof, narrowing missing Dutch. He then grabs Doyle's overcoat out of the car and throws it in his direction] Doyle:
Here! I'll see you at the motel about fifty miles down the road! [he gets in the car, much to Doyle's shock, and drives away] Dutch:
WAIT A MINUTE! STOP! I'LL DIE!
[while in the car, Dutch pulls out a cigar]
Smoke bother you? Doyle:
Yes. [Dutch turns off the air conditioning] Doyle:
You're asking for it so bad. [Dutch starts chuckling] Doyle:
I'm not kidding! You have no idea how serious I can get when I wanna let somebody have it. Dutch:
[while smoking]
Mmm. You know you might be able to do some damage to the small and exclusive group of people that care about you, but I don't think you could raise a welt on my fanny, because frankly, I really don't care if you live, die, or grow mushrooms in your crack. Doyle:
I'll get you so bad. Dutch:
I don't think so. Doyle:
Really? You wanna put some money on it? Dutch:
How much? Doyle:
Five-thousand dollars. Dutch:
Five-thousand dollars. I bet I know where you keep it. In a gilded box under your bed. We'll keep it modest. Twenty bucks. [holds out his hand for Doyle to give him the money] Doyle:
It's a bet. [he takes Dutch's cigar from the ashtray and throws it on his lap] Dutch:
HEY, WHOA! [he begins to swerve out of control on the road] Dutch:
OWW! GODDAMNIT! OWWW! [he screeches to a stop and gets out] Dutch:
Son of a bitch! You bastard! You little Son of a bitch! [Doyle starts snickering as Dutch retreats to the passenger side and drags Doyle out of the car, where he runs down to a snowy field] Doyle:
GO TO HELL! [Dutch angrily gets in the back and scowls at Doyle] Doyle:
I WON THE BET! [laughs as an angered Dutch shakes his head in annoyance. Suddenly Doyle begins throwing mud balls at Dutch's car and he gets out] Dutch:
Throw one more-- [he ducks a mud ball coming towards him] Dutch:
Throw one more and I'm leaving you! Doyle:
YOU PROMISE? Dutch:
Guaranteed! Doyle:
GOOD RIDDANCE! [throws another one on the roof, narrowing missing Dutch. He then grabs Doyle's overcoat out of the car and throws it in his direction] Doyle:
Here! I'll see you at the motel about fifty miles down the road! [he gets in the car, much to Doyle's shock, and drives away] Dutch:
WAIT A MINUTE! STOP! I'LL DIE!
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if she knew what you were doing
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You refuse the ride I'll tell her in detail
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You know you really are a hypocrite aren't you
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A couple of hookers
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couple of hookers got a set of rockets that's okay
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but anyone else in their station in life is scum
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That's not true
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Well you and I are riding in the back seat from now on
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because what that missile twister can teach you
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you don't need to learn till you're in prison
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I'll decide what I need to know and she's not like that
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She listens
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That's her job
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Movie Summary
To get to know his girlfriend's son, a working-class good guy volunteers to pick him up from his prep school, only to learn that he isn't the nicest young man.
