Most scenes together: Jerry Welbach & Samantha Barzel (5), Samantha Barzel & Leroy (4), Jerry Welbach & Bernie Nayman (3)
It burns my ass to write you a check every week. That's an issue.
I can explain what happened.
You say to people "I can explain what happened" when it's a once in a while, blue moon thing.
It's every time with you, Jerry.
It's every **** time.
Jerry, You're a **** moron. Here are your options: Number 1, I roll you up to the neck in a carpet, stuff you into the back of a sedan, and light you on fire with gasoline. You with me? Choice one.
Yeah.
Number 2, You like sex and travel? What, you like to have sex, you like to travel? You get you ass on a flight to Mexico. All the ten dollar hookers you can shake your stick at. You pick up a pistol that belongs to Margolese. What's it going to be?
If you're going to kill me, at least tell me who it is that's going to send me to God. Tell me!
Look, I'm not going to kill you. But I am going to shoot you.
But why, sir? Why?
Why? Why? Because you stole from me and you know about the pistol and you're just going to steal again and I can't have you coming back in the situation like a fly in the ointment.
No, I won't be a fly! You'll never see me again.
Look, you're getting shot and that's it. It will take you time to get to the next town especially if you're limping.
Wait, wait! What? Limping? Can't you just tie me up some more? I mean, ****. You shoot me? Tie me!
Yeah, I don't have a rope.
So you shoot me?
It's the American way.
Guns don't kill people - postal workers do.
Baby, what are you doing?
You said this was your last job, Jerry!
What do you want me to say? I'm sorry, I can't, the old lady wants me to quit. **** off.
Yes! Something like that. Like exactly!
I'm not in insurance, sweetie!
Hola!
Is this your dog?
Uh, sort of...
He does have a personality, that certainly counts for something.
Yeah, good guy...
This your car?
Yeah, it's a rental... I'm an American.
No shit?
Yeah.
Really?
Yeah, yeah...
I am a Mexican.
Oh, Ok, I was under the impression, with Margolese getting out of jail and all, that the last job, was my last job.
You **** up that job.
You **** up that job, Jerry.
Yeah, this job, will be your last job.
The group thinks we're married. I accepted the potato slicer for our anniversary. Right, sweets? I go along.
Yeah..."you're just doing your job..."
Hey, I do what I have to do, okay?
Would you listen to yourself? You sound like Schultz from Hogan's Heroes! [Imitating] "I know nothing! Nothing!"
Hola.
I no **** around, comprende? Gun, gun, loaded. Bang, bang. You dead.
Do you have a speech impediment?
Don't you love him?
I think that's the problem. We love each other too much.
I have to ask you a question... and it's an important one so, I want you to think about the answer before you give it to me. Okay?
Okay.
When two people love each other - Really... Love each other - but they just can't get it together, when do you get to that point where enough is enough?
Tha?... oh, well... that's... you know... um... you know it's Over when... okay, I have, like, these psychosomatic, insomniatic manifestations of... uh, well here's the thing about me: I'm a product of my emotions, versus being a product of my environment, like HIM, which he is, exactly, just THAT, environmental... uh uh I need sunshine to grow; that's who I am, and uh with the projection of the... I have goals
Yeah.
That's not right. I mean, there's a right answer here, but that's not it.
Look, in my business you're surrounded by loneliness, and finality. Now I don't care what your take is on an afterlife, when people die, it's scary. And they go alone. Now the people that I send off, that have experienced love, they're a little less scared. I mean they're still scared, but there's... a calmness to 'em, and I think that comes from the knowledge that somebody, somewhere loved 'em, and cared for 'em, and will miss 'em. Now I see that from time to time, and I am awed by it. I don't think I'd be telling you any of this if it wasn't for Frank. Anyway, it's a loaded question. Look, when two people love each other - Totally, TRUTHfully, all the way Love each other - the answer to that question is simple, especially in your case. When do you get to that point where enough is enough? Never... Never.
I know we're all a little grouchy right now. We'll get something to eat, you'll get the pistol and then we'll go our separate ways.
Really separate ways.
Don't start, Sam.
Shut up. I'll start because I have the right...
Why do you do that? Do not tell me to shut up. We had an agreement, remember?
Shut up.
Why don't we all shut up a bit?
I swear to God, I will crash this **** car right now.
Jerry, don't do that.
I will. One more word out of you. Another word, Sam. One more word. I swear to **** God.
Naugahyde.
All right.
All right. Jerry, I want you to acknowledge that my needs means nothing to you and you're a selfish prick and a liar.
Oh, my God!
Jerry, acknowledge.
I... Ok. I will acknowledge that I promised to go to Vegas with you. But now we're just slightly delayed. If you want to construe my wanting to stay alive as being selfish, well, then okay. But I have every intention of going with you because your needs are very important to me, sweetheart. Come on. Look at my all my stuff here, all over the pavement. Come on, baby? Huh? What do you say? Ok?
I'm going with or without you, Jerry. What's it gonna be? A bastard!
A bastard. What happened to, uh, "sweetheart" and "big love" and all those things you called me in the bedroom last night?
The only thing I'm interested in calling you, Jerry, is a cab!
Do you have any idea what I have been through these last few days?
Oh, Sam, whatever you've been through multiply that by 1000 and you'll have a vague conception of where I'm at.
Oh! Oh, isn't that typical, Jerry? It's all a competition. Tit for tat, tat for tit.
Stop yelling, for Christ sake! Listen, how are you? Are you ok? Are you all right? Where are you?
Toluca airport, Jerry. And things are shitty, really shitty!
