pedalstrike:
I don't need you to tell me how fucking good my coffee is, okay?
pedalstrike:
This place? A coffee shop?
pedalstrike:
I thought you told those fucking assholes never to call here this late!
pedalstrike:
Mind if I have some of your tasty beverage to wash this down with?
pedalstrike:
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go home and have a heart attack.
pedalstrike:
Are you calling me on the cellular phone?
pedalstrike:
Listen up man. Me and my homeboy are in serious fucking shit.
pedalstrike:
You know what they put on French fries in Holland instead of ketchup?
pedalstrike:
Hamburgers! The cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast.
pedalstrike:
I'll be there in three shakes of a lamb's tail.
pedalstrike:
But, a dog's got personality. Personality goes a long way.
pedalstrike:
And that's what we're gonna be. We're gonna be cool.
pedalstrike:
I'll drive the tainted car.
pedalstrike:
We run across the path of any John Q. Laws, nobody does a fucking thing unless I do it first.
pedalstrike:
It's your future... I see a cab ride. Move out of the sticks, gentlemen.
pedalstrike:
Sorry, baby, but I had to crash that Honda.
pedalstrike:
You know, walk the earth, meet people... get into adventures. Like Caine from "Kung Fu."
pedalstrike:
I'm going, that's all there is to it, I'm fuckin' going.
pedalstrike:
Yeah baby, you'd dig it the most.
pedalstrike:
We should have shotguns for this kind of deal.
pedalstrike:
You know, I'm getting kinda tired. I could use a foot massage myself.
pedalstrike:
This ain't my fucking town, man!
pedalstrike:
What's more chickenshit than fucking with a man's automobile? I mean, don't fuck with another man's vehicle.
pedalstrike:
So, I hear you're taking Mia out.
pedalstrike:
Whose motorcycle is that?
pedalstrike:
It's a chopper, baby.
pedalstrike:
I said God Damn! God Damn...
pedalstrike:
I'll be back before you can say Blueberry pie.
pedalstrike:
Okay, maybe not that fast. But pretty fast, alright?
pedalstrike:
That's thirty minutes away. I'll be there in ten.
