Nothing To Lose

Ann Beam: I want a divorce. It's a physical thing. I've been experimenting with other men lately. A lot of other men... and women. I don't know. I mean, Antonio can do this thing with his tongue, and Willam's stamina is amazing. And as far as hands go, your father's hands are... You are no match. Nick Beam: There is an onslaught of initials coming at me. Nick Beam: Where do I start? It's not you. Well actually it is you. Look, I'm just not... I'm not attracted to you anymore. I need space. You kinda... you kinda gross me out. In the beginning it was different. In the beginning you were better. But then I got to know you real well, and I came to realize that you're a fat idiot. T. Paul: I'm a student of human nature. Nick Beam: You're a freak of human nature. T. Paul: Not bad Nick, not bad -- for a cheatin' bitch. Nick Beam: Hey! Don't you call her that, you don't know her, don't say that. T. Paul: Okay, okay, no disrespect. What should I call her? "Monogamously challenged"? [T. Paul sneaks into Nick's car and points a gun to his head] T. Paul: Welcome to hell, Bitch. Car keys, wallet, now! [No reaction from Nick] T. Paul: You hear what I said? Okay you listen and listen good, this a gun? K? Don't be fucking around with no gun, white boy. Hello? I'm talking to you! Can you hear what the fuck I'm saying to you?! Nick Beam: Boy did you pick the wrong guy on the wrong day. Nick Beam: You don't say "sorry" when you shoot somebody. You can say "sorry" when you step on someone's toe, or accidentally break their glasses, or when you fart while they're eating. T. Paul: I never noticed before, but you really got nice eyes. Nick Beam: Shut up! T. Paul: But you do! Nick Beam: Let's get this over with, I can't believe I'm committing an armed robbery for two flashlights. T. Paul: Let me explain something to you, Nick: if you ain't got digital, you ain't got shit. This has only got one CCD chip. Broadcast has three, Nick! [Nick glares at him.] T. Paul: Don't look at me like that. Are you surprised I know shit? Nick Beam: [Pointing gun at clerk] Now all I want is twenty dollars on pump number fifteen and a sour fruity twist, is that too much to ask? Nick Beam: The guy that sold me that camera set up our computer network. T. Paul: Windows NT? Nick Beam: No, just Windows. T. Paul: Man, get out of here with that shit. Nick Beam: Now honestly, which one of us was scarier? Henry: You were. T. Paul: Hah! Nick Beam: Really? You didn't find what he did as contrived? Henry: No it was scary. Nick Beam: What part? Henry: The 'freeze motherfucker' part was scary and he lead me to believe that if I moved my ass, it might be blown off. [The two sheriffs go over paperwork after the gas station robbery.] Sheriff: They were driving a 1996 Yukon. Sheriff Officer #1: License? Sheriff: You know, if I had a license number, Bart, I wouldn't be standing here eating large quantities of shit, now would I?! T. Paul: What is beetle headed? Nick Beam: It's a synonym for stupid! T. Paul: Okay here's a synonym for procreation: fuck you! It's easy for you to point the finger when you're sitting on your rich ass in a big fucking house! Nick Beam: I'm not rich. T. Paul: Oh yeah? How big's your TV? Nick Beam: What? T. Paul: I said how big's your TV? Nick Beam: 50 inch! T. Paul: Ah get in the car. Nick Beam: Please, let's not make this a social issue! Rig: I bet you sold the most cookies in the entire scout, didn't you? What were you calling yourself back then? Yelanda? You little bitch! Mrs. Davidson: When are you gonna stop getting into trouble, Terrence? Nick Beam: Terrence? T. Paul: T! Okay, my friends call me T. You, can kiss my ass! [After T. Paul robbed a gas station] T. Paul: We better get going. Nick Beam: We'll get going just as soon as you bring back that money. T. Paul: I'm not bullshitting! Move out!! Nick Beam: We're not going anywhere until you return... [the side mirror is blown off] Nick Beam: Here we go. Rig: Hey, Kareem, do you know that Charlie and I had originally intended to come up here and cap your punk ass. And your girlfriend, Nick, but shit, you two muffins did such a nice job with this financing, who could think about killing at a time like this? T. Paul: Thanks, your approval means a lot!! Rig: You know when a sweet mouth girl like you has a fancy case like this a man gets to thinkin' ; where's a wallet? I'm gonna need that wallet, Alice. Where's that big fat wallet? Give it to me. Give me your fucking wallet you little bitch. Rig: Nick, are you aware that there are only two kinds of people on the whole planet? There are killers and then there's everybody else. I'm the killer, Nick, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, what are you, Nick?! Nick Beam: I'm married! [Fires his rifle at Rig, hitting his hand] T. Paul: Ha ha, who's in control now? Hand over the bag or else my man Nick Beam here is gonna put one in your ass. Ain't that right Nick? Nick Beam: [Whips out gun] Freeze suckerbitch!! Henry: That was much better. Nick Beam: Thank you, Henry, see ya later. T. Paul: What the hell is a suckerbitch? T. Paul: Why can't we use the elevator? Nick Beam: Because there's a guard that patrols the building. T. Paul: This is bullshit! Nick Beam: [At top of 15 flights of steps] I beat you. T Paul: I carried the damn bag! Nick Beam: I still beat you. T Paul: Beat me at what? Climbing steps? Guess we'll be calling you the Step King. T. Paul: There's a spider on your head. Nick Beam: What? T. Paul: There's a spider on yo head. Nick Beam: Look, I'm sorry, I'm not up on all this jive talkin', home boy lingo, what's that supposed to mean? "There's a spider on your head"? T. Paul: It means there's a spider on your motherfuckin' head, man! Nick Beam: Well get it off! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF! T. Paul: I ain't touchin' that shit! T. Paul: That mask sweaty? Nick Beam: I think that's the one. T. Paul: I hid it behind my balls. Ha ha. English Driver: Here, you blokes want a lift somewhere? Charlie: Where you from? English Driver: London. Charlie: Me too! English Driver: Really? Charlie: Yeah! English Driver: That's terrific! Hop in me car, let's go then. C'mon, jump in, let's go. Oh this is great. Charlie: Hey would ya scoot over a smidgeon? [Shoves the English Driver out of the car and drives off] Charlie: Sorry 'bout that! Cheers, mate! Ha ha ha ha! Nick Beam: I can't believe it. I'm actually getting my gun to go after bad guys. T. Paul: [picking up Nick's credit card to find out who he is] I'm-- I'm Nick Beam.That's what I told her. I'm Nick Beam. And Nick Beam ain't puttin' up with that bullshit. She'd have been crying, you know? "Oh, Nick, please take me back. Please, please, Nick. It was only one time." I'm gonna "one time" your ass. Nick Beam is the master of his fate, the ruler of his destiny. So if you wanna cry on somebody's shoulder, why don't you cry on Superdick? As for Nick Beam, I'm fit, lit, and I damn sure ain't takin' no shit. So you can get the fuck out. That's what I'd 'a told the bitch. [Nick jumps across the table and begins choking T. Paul] Rig: I'm glad you brought your gun, Nick. I'd hate to kill an unarmed couple. It's not my style. ~ Home ~ Movies ~ Songs ~ Anonymous ~ Women ~ ~ Friendship ~ Life and Success ~ Poems ~ Shakespeare ~ Star Trek ~