Road House

المضي قدما، يا سيدي.

لا، لا استثناءات، يستخدم المعامل وتحفظات.

ماذا عن بعض من البلاستيك الذهب؟

كنت الأحمق. ماذا تأخذ مني؟

100 دولارات.

الحصول على اللعنة بعيدا عنه.

النزول منه! اتركه!

أعتقد أنه حان الوقت بالنسبة لك السادة لمغادرة البلاد.

بلى. كل شيء على ما يرام.

كنا مجرد وجود القليل من المرح.

انه بخير. معذرة.

حسنا، دالتون.

كنت أريد دائما لمحاولة لكم.

أعتقد أنني يمكن أن يأخذك.

في الخارج.

حسنا.

لذلك نحن هنا. لنذهب.

هيا، البارع. - هيا.

هيا. - دعنا نقوم به.

مهلا، dirtball، حيث أنت ذاهب؟

شفاه موس، والحصول على العودة إلى هنا. - أنت dickhead.

ما هي يا رفاق، والأقزام السبعة أو شيء من هذا؟

يمكن أن أتحدث إليكم لمدة دقيقة؟

The name's Dalton, right?

I don't know you.

My name is Tilghman,

Frank Tilghman.

I have a little club outside of Kansas City called the Double Deuce.

It used to be a sweet deal.

Now, it's the kind of place that they sweep up the eyeballs after closing.

Anyway, I've come into a little bit of money.

I'd like to make a better life for myself.

I need somebody to help me clean the place up.

I need the best.

Wade Garrett's the best. - Wade Garrett's getting old.

He's still the best.

I want you.

$5,000 up front, $500 a night, cash. You pay all medical expenses.

I can live with that.

I run the show completely.

When the job's done, I walk. - I've got your plane ticket right here.

I don't fly.

Too dangerous.

Well, when do I expect you? - Don't. I'll get there.

Dalton, you all right? - Just a scratch.

By the way, Oscar, Band Stand's all yours.

What's that supposed to mean? - I'm out of here.

Great.

You know, I thought you'd be

bigger.

Yo.

What do I look like? A valet? - Keep it, it's yours.

Ladies!

All right, boy.

Hey, hotshot,

what's wrong with Detroit cars?

...shitting me for. - Come on, let go.

Don't come back, peckerhead.

Bring on the real band.

You son of a bitch!

How many times did I tell you not to cheat on me?

Yo, Steve.

Fuck 'em, they're brothers.

God damn it, you're ripping my best fucking shirt.

You know, I get off at 2:00 and

I'd just love to get you off about a half an hour after that.

My God, you're a put-together woman.

Ladies first, asshole.

Come over here, baby.

Come here and sit with us for a little while.

Damn it!

He's making me damn mad.

Jesus, not here. Follow me to the bathroom.

I need a drink. - Okay.

One, two, three, four...

Vodka rocks. - You got it, baby.

Hey, vodka rocks.

What do you say you and me get nipple to nipple?

I can do that without you.

Get him out of here, now.

Come on, man. Get your hands off me.

If you're not drinking, you're out of here.

Hey, don't let him bother you.

Morgan was born an asshole and just grew bigger.

I'm Carrie Ann.

If you need anything,

anything, you just let me know.

You got a name?

Yeah.

Well, what is it?

Dalton.

Oh, my God.

Shit, I heard of you.

Carrie Ann!

What are you waiting for? Christmas?

Move!

Shut up. I'm going. Jesus Christ.

Get him out of here.

Let's go, Sleeping Beauty.

Come on, move.

Come on.

What do you think this is, a rest home?

All right, y'all. We'll be back in 10.

We got to drain the main vein, man. Stick around.

Hey, you're paid to play. Play!

Thanks, man.

So, you play pretty good for a blind white boy.

Yeah, and I thought you'd be bigger.

Dalton, how you doing? It's good to see you.

Same here, man.

The boys and I heard you were coming into town.

Man, this toilet is worse than the one that we worked in Dayton.

Really?

It's a mean scene around here, man.

Blood on the floor in this joint every night.

Hey, Hank, you know who that is?

Who? - Dalton.

That guy at the end of the bar is fucking Dalton, man.

He killed a guy once.

Ripped his throat right out.

Bullshit.

What do you need, buddy? - Coffee, black.

Yeah, all right. Thanks, Bill.

Ever seen a better pair of attitudes?

Fine, ain't they?

I'll tell you what. For 20 bucks

you can kiss them.

Are you kidding?

$10 a kiss. Here and now.

Go ahead. Do it. Go on.

Come on. Come on.

$10 a kiss. Go ahead.

Hey buddy, what are you doing? Are you going to kiss them or not?

I can't.

What do you mean, you can't?

I ain't got $20.

Why, you...

Shit.

Fight!

Break it up!

You son of a bitch!

Bastard!

Fuck. Anybody got a mirror?

Shit.

Hey, how'd you like to tell us what the fuck's going on?

Are you gonna help us out or not? - I'll let you know.

You know, I heard you had balls big enough to come in a dump truck, but

you don't look like much to me.

Opinions vary.

Cody.

Later.

All right, man. You take care. See you guys.

So, what about this song for me?

This Dalton character, what's his story?

The story is, you fuck with him, and he'll seal your fate.

Yeah?

So far, he hasn't shown me shit.

She's a runner.

These work? - Sure do.

I'll take it.

Good morning.

You the one who's got a room to rent?

Come on.

You honest?

Yes, sir.

You expect me to believe that?

No, sir.

God damn it.

I swear, he does that just to piss me off.

Who does? - Brad Wesley.

You like horses, do you?

If they like me.

You wouldn't steal them, would you? - No, sir.

Calling me "sir' is like putting an elevator in an outhouse.

Don't belong.

I'm Emmet.

I'm Dalton.

So, what do you think?

Well, I'll take it.

Must've been 20 people look at that room this past year.

No phone, no television.

No conditioned air, no tolerance for the fragrance of nature.

Nobody wanted it. How come you do?

You're just too persuasive for me, I guess.

It ain't the money, you understand, but if I don't charge you something

the Presbyterians around here are likely to pray for my ruination.

How's $100 a month strike you?

Fine.

You can afford that much?

If it keeps you in the good graces of the church.

Ain't it peculiar how money seems to do that very thing?

Now this

is the new Double Deuce.

I put a lot of money and time into this.

And to protect my investment, I've hired the best damn cooler in the business.

From now on, he's in charge of all the bar business.

What he says goes.

Dalton.

Morgan, you're out of here.

What the fuck you talking about?