Supervixens

Martin Bormann, Super Service.

Clint, please.

Oh, good morning, SuperAngel.

- How are you? - Cut the bullshit,

I wanna talk to Clint.

Is he busy?

No, no, no, no, no. He's not too busy.

I'll call him for you. Hang on.

Don't take all day.

You're down about a quart. What do you use?

What do you got?

I'd recommend 10-40.

Sounds like a good number.

Clint, phone. I'll take over for you.

Clint.

Honey, we're out of cat food.

Well, go to the store and get some.

Well, I'm not dressed.

Besides, I'm lonely, Clint.

Why don't you come home?

Clint?

- Clint? - Oh, no way baby.

There's just Martin and I.

Oh, he can handle it.

I know you find it difficult to understand,

but I'm paid to do a job here.

Besides, we're starting to get busy.

See, I'm just not important to you.

Got any paper towels, good-lookin'?

Who's that?

Hang on, I've gotta get something for a customer.

Clint!

Clint, hey, who in the hell was that?

Here, catch.

Clint? Clint?

You answer me.

A customer needed some towels, Angel.

Who in the fuck was that?

Just a chick.

You son of a bitch.

A fat ass and no tits.

Bullshit.

You make her look like a boy.

Oh!

Well, that's better.

That's much better.

Come on home, stud, to our big bed.

SuperAngel's got a big need.

Hey! Would you spare me a little of your time?

Gotta hang up on you, Angel.

Martin can't hack it by himself. Bye.

Goddamn you!

Martin Bormann Super Service.

Who the hell is this?

SuperLorna.

Get off the line, bitch.

I wanna talk to Clint Ramsey.

Goddamn it, you're the one he's been balling!

Can't wait to strap on your groovy old man.

Where's the men's room?

Right over there.

Can I take it out in trade?

Credit cards or cash.

Martin Bormann Super Service.

Listen to me good, fatso.

You get your kraut ass out on that pump island

and tell my old man to get home now,

or I am going to burn down this fuckin' lean-to.

No exceptions?

Win some, lose some.

I bring you an ultimatum from the Fuhrer.

Either you get your ass home machen schnell ,

or you won't have a house to come home to.

That no-good bitch!

Okay, Angel, now what's with this shit

embarrassing me again in front of my boss?

Your phony threats, burn down the house?

Goddamn it. Goddamn it, Angel!

What the hell's the matter with you?

Where else could you spend so much time on your back

outside of a whorehouse?

Call me away from my job one more time and it's your ass.

I mean it, your ass!

Back to that pornographer of yours

who used to take all your shitty abuse.

Angel, the spoiled bitch crap is finished.

You hear me? I've had it.

Gotta play the man-killer.

Groovy guys, muscles her specialty.

Burn 'em at both ends. Suck 'em inside out.

Always dealing from a position of strength.

Blowing my hard-earned bread.

You've played out your bullshit game with me.

Angel number one, screw everybody else.

Give her what she wants, when she wants it, how she wants it.

Money, a shit pile of it, just lay it on Angel.

Forget where it came from, right?

Just lay it on Angel.

Lie, spin, give it away.

Rip off any jerk who says no to her.

Life's just one big gas for you, isn't it?

Well I'm gonna blow this chicken-shit scene.

I'm gonna blow...

- Was it good? - Yeah.

I mean that chick you screwed in your lousy truck.

There's no other chick.

Admit to it, you bastard.

Your fag boss always covering up for you.

That's why you couldn't get it off with me.

I'm sick of your demands, your accusations.

Your ass isn't worth your ass, Angel.

You!

- Angel. - Goddamn you!

Stop it.

Don't you knock my ass, you dick face.

I give you my body, the most beautiful bod you've ever had,

and you don't even appreciate it!

Come on.

What have you had? You have faggot friends

and a rotten mother whore.

All right, that's enough, Angel.

Shut your ugly mouth. Say one more thing about my mother

and I'll bust your goddamn jaw.

SuperAngel, you've ripped me off for the last time.

Go bang the king's regiment, I don't give a damn anymore.

Son of a bitch.

Screw you, you goddamn shit!

That's what I think of your threats.

Angel, you bitch.

Wait, 'til I get your ass.

- You goddamn-- - Angel.

Hey, that's my truck.

my lovers, my young stud.

Angel.

You're fucking trash, you're trash.

What's the matter with you?

You son of a bitch.

Stop it now, that's my truck.

You crazy bitch.

I wanted a Cadillac! Even a Lincoln!

Clint, you bastard.

You cheap asshole!

- Give me that! - Let go of it.

Let go of it.

You dirty goddamn bitch, let go!

You dirty bastard!

Let go of me, you prick!

I'll get your ass.

Come here.

Let go of me, you're hurting me.

Let go!

That's right, officer, 1825 La Mesa.

Come on.

Let go of me.

He's trying to kill her. You gotta hurry.

Let me go!

Ow, you bitch. You bit me. Come here.

Let go of me, Clint.

Let me go.

Officer.

Officer, that guy's trying to kill his wife.

That guy's trying to kill his wife, officer.

You hear me? Come on.

Help!

Ow!

I'll have the police come in here and...

Community to Rescue 4. 1012 Las Palmas.

Is she hurt bad, officer?

Well, we'll call you if we need you.

Now, you get your old, funky ass outta here.

- I was only trying to help. - I said get outta here.

You better learn how to control

that temper a little bit, hoss.

Goddamn, you're gonna wind up

killing somebody one of these days.

Your old lady's on her way over to emergency hospital.

What's gonna happen to you, of course,

depends on what she has to say.

And you better hope it's something good,

or else you in trouble.

Know what I mean?

Shit, I've seen you someplace before.

You work for that old Heinie Martin Bormann, don't you?

Well, I'll be damned.

Well, let's see here what we gotta do about you.

We're gonna give you a break.

You go on back to work.

Let your old lady calm down a little bit.

Let her cool off.

I'll be in touch with you.

Hey, hoss...

Don't you go gettin' no rabbit in your blood

and trying to run on me now,

'cause if you do, I'm gonna have to hurt you.

Now, go on and get the fuck outta here.

Go on.

Supervisor of Ward B-11.

Checking for lumps, Dr. Scholl?

Nothing broken, young lady.

Just stay in bed a couple of days