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What's this job you got for us anyway?

I have something I want you to carry from North Beach to the Keys.

What is it?

Just put in the car what I tell you to, drive it to me and don't let anybody stop you. Understand?

You work for Harry, right?

Yeah. I just started.

You were just fired.

We got to have some guarantee you're gonna finish the job.

Why wouldn't I finish the job? I took it, didn't I?

You know, my father used to say: Whatever you do, do it a hundred percent. When you work, work. When you laugh, laugh. When you eat, eat like it's your last meal.

My job is to keep you out of harm's way.

Shit, motherfucker. I am harm's way.

Not all of us get to work one night a year.

You're all hard work and deadlines, and I'm all snowballs and fun times.

We hired you to move money.

You hired me to protect money.

I realized I wasn't working for you. We've both been working for me.

I was traveling by the swamp.

That would be your mistake, then. Why wouldn't you travel by main roads?

It's hard to make a living on main roads.

If the bank finds out I'm transferring funds for personal loans for you, I could go to prison.

Well, that's your job. So make sure that doesn't happen.

You shouldn't be here.

Neither should you.

I've got a job to do.

Is that what you're calling this? Killing all these people isn't going to bring your family back.

[long pause]

We found something. A chance - maybe...

Don't.

Don't what?

Don't give me hope.

I'm sorry I couldn't give it to you sooner.

There are four types of people who join the military. For some, it's a family trade. Others are patriots, eager to serve. Next, you have those who just need a job. Than there's the kind who want a legal means of killing other people.

Mr. Pink sounds like Mr. Pussy. How about if I'm Mr. Purple? That sounds good to me. I'll be Mr. Purple.

You're not Mr. Purple. Some guy on some other job is Mr. Purple. You're Mr. Pink.

Who cares what your name is?

Yeah, that's easy for your to say, you're Mr. White. You have a cool-sounding name. Alright, look, if it's no big deal to be Mr. Pink, do you wanna trade?

Hey! nobody's trading with anybody. This ain't a goddamn, fucking city council meeting, you know? Now, listen up, Mr. Pink, there's two ways you can go on this job: my way or the highway. Now what's it gonna be, Mr. Pink?

Jesus Christ, Joe, fucking forget about it. It's beneath me. I'm Mr. Pink. Let's move on.

I'll move on when I feel like it. All you guys got the goddamn message?

[rubbing his middle finger and thumb together] You know what this is? It's the world's smallest violin playing for the waitresses.

You don't have any idea what you're talking about. Τhese people bust their ass. Τhis is a hard job.

So's working at McDonald's but you don't feel the need to tip them, do you? Why not? Τhey serve food. But society says, don't tip these guys here, but tip these guys over here. Τhat's bullshit.

Waitressing is the number-one occupation for female non-college graduates in this country. It's the one job basically any woman can get and make a living on. Τhe reason is because of their tips.

Fuck all that. I'm very sorry the government taxes their tips. Τhat's fucked up. Τhat ain't my fault. It appears waitresses are one of the groups the government fucks in the ass on a regular basis. Show me a piece of paper that says they shouldn't do that, I'll sign it. Put it to a vote, I'll vote for it. What I won't do is play ball. And this non-college bullshit, I got two words for that, learn to fucking type. If you expect me to help out with the rent, you're in for a fucking surprise.

Ηe's convinced me. Give me my dollar back.