| Nah, I was gonna bring home barbecue
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| Ay—goddamnit—ay, man, they fuckin' with me
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| Let me call you back
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| Man 1: What the fuck is this car doing out here this time of night? |
| *siren*
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| Man 2: Idiots
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| Man 1: Yeah, we better check this shit out
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| Man 2: Yeah, it’s kinda dangerous right here—something's going on
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| Man 1: License, insurance, and registration please
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| Yeah, I’ll—it's right over here
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| Man 1: So how much have you had to drink tonight?
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| Man 2: Hold—is that—Mr. |
| Mann
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| Man 1: Mr. Mann
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| Man 2: That’s Mr. Mann right here. |
| You recognize this guy, don’t you?
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| Man 1: Yeah, I recognize this—what can we get him for? |
| Hey, whose car is this?
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| Yeah, it’s mine, it’s my car
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| Man 1: Yeah right. |
| You oughta be glad we don’t carry the breathalyzer
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| Man 2: Mr. Mann, whatever happened with all that?
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| You ain’t got shit to do, man, fuck
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| Man 1: Yeah, you got away from us before
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| Man 2: We have a lot to do, Mr. Mann, like looking for killers
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| Man 1: Yeah, you look like a killer
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| Man 2: What are you doing out here, catfishing right now or something?
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| Why are you out…
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| Does it look like I got fish in my car?
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| Man 2: Well, why are you on the levee road, Mr. Mann? |
| I mean…
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| Man, just check my paperwork, man
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| Man 1: Alright, I’m gonna go run him
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| Man 2: Mr. Mann, we know you’re a killer. |
| What are you doing, dumping dead
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| bodies out here? |
| We know you’re the Coathanga Strangla, Mr. Mann
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| Funny
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| Man 2: You have any coat hangers over there in the back seat?
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| You’ve been watching me for years, and all of a sudden…
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| Man 2: Where are all the coat hangers at, Mr. Mann?
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| Man 1: You’re not gonna believe this shit, huh, he checks out
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| Yeah, gimme my shit! |
| Fuck, man
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| Man 1: You better make sure all the lights are working on your car
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| Man 2: We’re gonna be watching you. |
| We’re gonna be watching you, Mr. Mann |