Bad Girls

Thank heaven for little girls.

Shit.

And this is our girl.

Now this poor son of a bitch reeks of pussy and gunpowder.

Of course it's our girl girl.

Her little girl.

Of another side.

We're going the wrong way.

I got a regular slot.

Yes. Yes.

Now, let's see.

OK. Never better.

I'm too fucked up to know for sure.

They worked in harsh numbers.

So we'll call that OK.

Ain't over, but

looks like we're going to have to put it for a while.

Kenny,

I have to get back to my dorm, I have a test in the morning, so do I.

Sex that final?

Kenny, I'm being serious.

Don't be an asshole about this, please.

You kissed me and shut me down, and I'm the asshole.

Well, I'm not the one who wanted to go park.

Well, am I supposed to do with this?

I don't care what you do with it, but keep it away from me.

Sometimes I really don't get you, Kelly. Look

after finals are over.

We can go back to that cute little motel by the beach

and you can have your way with me.

Yeah, yeah.

You said that last time and you spent the entire weekend

puking on everything and you shouldn't have gotten me drunk.

You got yourself drunk.

You didn't need any help from me.

Well, I don't remember you having a problem with it at the time.

I'm amazed you remember anything at all.

Was I supposed to get all hot and bothered at the sight of you curling strawberry

daiquiris everywhere and stumbling around the room like a retard?

The R-word, Kenny?

Sorry to

bother you, lovebirds, but my girls and I have run into a bit of

car trouble.

Nice hot rod,

thanks to 1960 past talking about the car

carrying Elizabeth.

You're not going anywhere.

What is this, what gives you here that girls Romeo

here wants to know what gifts he's about to find out the hard way.

Who are you?

What do you want? You are lucky you came along.

We did honey.

Look like Casanova.

Here we're going to take no for an answer.

None of your business.

I make it my business.

Now the car hot. Let's calm down.

We'll do what you say.

That's for sure.

It's our lucky day

care policy.

That's a nice sweater.

Take it off.

Why do you have a hearing problem, Tinkerbell?

She said. Take it off. You have no right.

Might makes right.

And we've got all the rights now.

That's why

we just do it.

They say they've got a gun.

Yeah, Kelly, we've got a gun choirboy who's a smart fella.

Nothing but make up tampons and plastic.

No greens.

Danny Fresh, you know, I don't use Downey, it's Chanel.

Aren't you a peach?

Everybody just calm down.

Please stop with the waterworks before you draw yourself.

Please just take the car and go, Look for you wonder.

We take whatever we want whenever we want.

Heroin duffel bag.

first things first.

Loverboy here for a ride,

this is what time.

But what the fuck?

The way she's raising my voice,

I was asking for it.

Back.

That totally killed the mood.

I could have seen that coming.

Joyce Poindexter here and let's get moving.

Didn't even get to take my ride.

Oh God, no. Sorry.

You heard the lady.

Q, couple.

Party isn't over, is it?

No way. Just a hiccup.

But we do need food, fuel and ammo.

There's this place I've heard

about on the edge of town where we happen to be headed.

Not sure if I believe it even exists, but if it does,

and it's even half as batshit as I've heard.

We're in for some fun.

UN fucking believable.

UN fucking believable.

Look at these camel jockey sons of bitches.

So you don't hate me, baby killing fuckers.

You sons of bitches, you tell.

Good evening,

ladies, and welcome to Windows

Cafe, the only 24 hour

donut coffee and convenience shop

this side of the county line.

May I suggest the bagels,

the fresh?

You can keep the cream puffs, pal.

We're here for the firepower. Excuse me what

the firepower is.

What you said heard right pops.

You're trying to purchase firearms.

We're only legally allowed to sell ammunition and

I'm not sure I can even sell you

that you look like you're still driving with your learner's permit.

Don't let the kid looks for you, Mr. Donut.

You've got guns and we want them simple math.

You girls don't need guns. Maybe we think we do.

Yeah, maybe we're out necking in our car and some robbers roll up on us.

We have to be able to protect ourselves.

All right, look,

be good little girls and go home.

Daddy's probably going to read you a bedtime story

complete with cookies and milk.

Don't count on it.

What would girls like you need with a gun anyway?

It's none of your concern, Barney.

It's a free

country with the right to privacy and a right to bear arms.

Sign says cash only.

We've got the cash and we want to buy some guns.

For one thing,

the name is Wendell Barney.

Ma'am, your reasoning taking into consideration

your request fully evaluated and your answer.

Out of the question, what do you mean out of the.

Knock it off, Missy.

I told you both to let me do the talking.

Listen, honey, I'm an independent businessman,

an American citizen, a veteran of foreign wars.

I pay my goddamn taxes and I got a sign out front.

It says I'm the proprietor of this establishment

and I reserve the right to refuse service to anyone.

Especially Big Mouth, Tramps running around

and Hollywood hooker outfits looking for Trump.

Hold on a minute, so you hold on.

I didn't come back from Desert Storm.

Can my buddy home in a cardboard box?

Tobin, a 24 hour donut and ammo shop

to take leave of companies like.

Ready.

Goddamn, Jeff.

And you have now crossed a fucking line.

Final warning, Captain Fuckface.

We're not leaving until we get what we want.

Please, for your information, I've been a wreck.

I spent my youth in the Desert Storm.

I've survived three IED detonations,

improvised explosive devices.

So if you think I'm shaking in my boots over here

because a little hard body high school dropout with an attitude

is pointing a gun at me, you've got another thing coming.

And let me tell you something else

I didn't bring my buddy's body parts home and a cardboard fucking box.

So they threw.

You even heard of Desert Storm.

We didn't come here for a history lesson, full metal jack off.

Now drop the shotgun before I drop you.

I got the high ground missy.

Now go on.

Oh. Busy grabs cash.

Carolyn Chambers, you can carry like the chocolate chip.

It's got to have cost around.

Ma'am,

we got the bastard that killed your baby.

Let's see.

What a mess.

It's got to be, there are one eyewitness

says that the dead guy inside murdered the baby

and then the three girls attacked him after that.

You're not suggesting that these three torch

are heroes, and we don't even know if this is the same girl.

And honestly, probably doing the ward a favor this one.

He's on several watch lists hours.

He's one bad days donor receipt away from blowing up a federal building.

I'll stake my badge on this

being a robbery turned homicide

and the work of our three little angels 50 to one.

All right. You know, back in.

We heard the last of these, the.

We'll get a positive I.D.

soon,

agents, we have security footage.