You get me slapped with a fine, you
argue with the customers and I have to patch everything
up. You get us thrown out of a funeral by violating a corpse,
and then to top it all off, you ruin my relationship. I
mean, what's your encore? Do you, like, anally rape my
mother while pouring sugar in my gas tank? You know what
the real tragedy about all this is? I'm not even supposed
to be here today!
Randal: Oh f--k you! F--k you, pal! Jesus, there you go.
Trying to pass the buck. I`m the source of all your misery.
Who closed the store to play hockey? Who closed the store
to go to a wake? Who tried to win back his ex-girlfriend
without even discussing how he felt with his present one?
You want to blame somebody? Blame yourself! (mimicking)
'I'm not even supposed to be here today.' You sound like
an asshole! Jesus, nobody twisted your arm to be here. You're
here of your own volition. You like to think the weight of
the world rests on your shoulder, like this place would fall
apart if Dante wasn't here. Jesus, you over-compensate for
havin' what's basically a monkey's job. You push f--kin'
buttons! Anybody could waltz in here and do our jobs. You,
you're so obsessed with making it seem so much more epic,
so much more important than it really is. Christ, you work
in a convenience store, Dante, and badly I might add. I work
in a s--tty video store, badly as well. You know, that guy
Jay's got it right, man, he has no delusions about what he
does. Us - we like to make ourselves seem so much more important
than the people that come in here to buy a paper or God forbid,
cigarettes. We look down on them as if we're so advanced.
Well, if we're so f--kin' advanced, what are we doin' working
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