MichaelOrme/Profane · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Wesley...	"It's beneath her..." She's a mother fucking housewife... nothing's beneath her!
What in the... What the hell is this? You've been holding out on me. All this fucking time!	It just didn't fit her profile...
It just didn't fit her profile...	Fuck the profile! That's the same guy!!
Fuck the profile! That's the same guy!!	She can't be here because of a... a soap opera. Not a soap opera. That'd make her...
She can't be here because of a... a soap opera. Not a soap opera. That'd make her...	...crazy! No shit, Shaft!! And you ain't far behind...
...crazy! No shit, Shaft!! And you ain't far behind...	...but she's, no, Betty's smarter than that. She wouldn't be here for a...
...but she's, no, Betty's smarter than that. She wouldn't be here for a...	I do not know how the fuck you lasted an hour in this job! Dragging our asses around with the answer to our prayers in your motherfucking jacket... a picture of that cunt right next to the...
What do your instincts tell you to do now, kid?	Leave. Take this shit back to Detroit and get the rest of our money.
Leave. Take this shit back to Detroit and get the rest of our money.	We could do that. I could be on my way to Florida, and you could go to Thailand and fuck your brains out.
We could do that. I could be on my way to Florida, and you could go to Thailand and fuck your brains out.	...but that's not what we're gonna do, is it?
...but that's not what we're gonna do, is it?	No... if we don't finish this job, how are we gonna look at ourselves in the mirror? This is it for me, Wesley, she's the last one. My instinct says I gotta see this through with her, and if there's one thing I've tried to teach you here --
No... if we don't finish this job, how are we gonna look at ourselves in the mirror? This is it for me, Wesley, she's the last one. My instinct says I gotta see this through with her, and if there's one thing I've tried to teach you here --	It's to follow my instincts. And my instincts say get the fuck out of Dodge.
It's to follow my instincts. And my instincts say get the fuck out of Dodge.	No, I said to follow 'my' instincts. Now, we go up there and conclude our business. Case closed.
Betty, I thought this would be the best way. You know, throw you into it...	What the hell's going on?
What the hell's going on?	If you need a minute, that's okay. But I thought you'd want to --
This story is beyond belief, which is perfect for us. It's free advertising and it's gonna run for months.	I don't think she can do it. You saw what happened.
I don't think she can do it. You saw what happened.	You fucked it up. Who wouldn't freeze in those circumstances? And I don't care what her problems are. She wouldn't be the first one in that cast with problems. We have nothing to lose by making her an offer.
You fucked it up. Who wouldn't freeze in those circumstances? And I don't care what her problems are. She wouldn't be the first one in that cast with problems. We have nothing to lose by making her an offer.	What about me? Don't you wanna know how I feel about it? I'm the one who...
What about me? Don't you wanna know how I feel about it? I'm the one who...	Why would I give a shit how you feel. And I got news for you. I loved your 'icy water' idea the other day... I'm toying with the idea of killing David Ravell off in a boating accident.
Why would I give a shit how you feel. And I got news for you. I loved your 'icy water' idea the other day... I'm toying with the idea of killing David Ravell off in a boating accident.	That's not a bad idea. How many episodes before he comes back?
I don't know what you think you'll find, anyway.	Names, a phone number, something... Listen, Ballard told me that the guy who brought the missing car down from Detroit was murdered, but do you see him doing anything about it? If Ballard wasn't such a stubborn ass, I wouldn't have to be breaking in here...
SHUT UP! Shut the fuck up, both of you, before I kill you!	I'm the one who watched the show... I was...
I'm the one who watched the show... I was...	Did Chloe crack?
Did Chloe crack?	Totally. She came apart like a house of cards. They dropped the charges...
Totally. She came apart like a house of cards. They dropped the charges...	Goddamn... how 'bout Jasmine?
Goddamn... how 'bout Jasmine?	She's a lesbian.
You lie, motherfucker...	I swear to God!
I see. Did Chloe testify?	I don't think she will. She's a slut, but I just don't think she's that mean. Jasmine'll bring her around...
I don't think she will. She's a slut, but I just don't think she's that mean. Jasmine'll bring her around...	Jasmine... Do you have yesterday's show on tape, by any chance?
Baptism. You two are just dumber'n a bag of hammers. Well, I guess you're my cross to bear-	Pull over, Everett - let's give that colored boy a lift.
Now wuddya suppose is eatin' George?	Well ya know, Delmar, they say that with a thrill-seekin' personality, what goes up must come down. Top of the world one minute, haunted by megrims the next. Yep, it's like our friend George is a alley cat and his own damn humors're swingin' him by the tail. But don't worry, Delmar; he'll be back on top again. I don't think we've heard the last of George Nelson.
I'm just makin' a point, you stupid sonofabitch!	Okay, Pappy.
Y'ignorant slope-shouldered sack a guts! Why we'd look like a buncha satchel-ass Johnnie-Come-Latelies braggin' on our own midget! Don't matter how stumpy! And that's the goddamn problem right there - people think this Stokes got fresh ideas, he's oh coorant and we the past.	Problem a p'seption.
You don't know where his goddamn folks from; you speakin' outcha asshole.	Well now Pappy I wouldn't put it that strong...
Pete's cousin turned us in for the bounty!	The hell you say! Wash is kin!
Who was fixing to betray us!	You didn't know that at the time!
You didn't know that at the time!	So I borrowed it till I did know!
So I borrowed it till I did know!	That don't make no sense!
That don't make no sense!	Pete, it's a fool looks for logic in the chambers of the human heart. What the hell's that singing?
Well, I'll be a sonofabitch. Delmar's been saved!	Pete, don't be ignorant-
The hell it ain't square one! Ain't no one gonna pick up three filthy unshaved hitchhikers, and one of 'em a know-it-all that can't keep his trap shut!	Pete, the personal rancor reflected in that remark I don't intend to dignify with comment, but I would like to address your general attitude of hopeless negativism. Consider the lilies a the goddamn field, or-hell!- take a look at Delmar here as your paradigm a hope.
Hot damn, boy, I almost believe you did sell your soul to the devil!	Boys, that was some mighty fine pickin' and singin'. You just sign these papers and I'll give you ten dollars apiece.
Boys, that was some mighty fine pickin' and singin'. You just sign these papers and I'll give you ten dollars apiece.	Okay sir, but Mert and Aloysius'll have to scratch Xes - only four of us can write.
Now what can I do you for, Mister French?	How can I lay hold a the Soggy Bottom Boys?
How can I lay hold a the Soggy Bottom Boys?	Soggy Bottom Boys - I don't precisely recollect, uh -
Soggy Bottom Boys - I don't precisely recollect, uh -	They cut a record in here, few days ago, old-timey harmony thing with a guitar Accump-accump-uh-
They cut a record in here, few days ago, old-timey harmony thing with a guitar Accump-accump-uh-	Oh I remember 'em, colored fellas I believe, swell bunch a boys, sung into yon can and skedaddled.
Oh I remember 'em, colored fellas I believe, swell bunch a boys, sung into yon can and skedaddled.	Well that record has just gone through the goddamn roof! They're playin' it as far away as Mobile! The whole damn state's goin' ape!
Well that record has just gone through the goddamn roof! They're playin' it as far away as Mobile! The whole damn state's goin' ape!	It was a powerful air.
It was a powerful air.	Hot damn, we gotta find those boys! Sign 'em to a big fat contract! Hell's bells, Mr. Lunn, if we don't the goddamn competition will!
Hot damn, we gotta find those boys! Sign 'em to a big fat contract! Hell's bells, Mr. Lunn, if we don't the goddamn competition will!	Oh mercy, yes. You gotta beat that competition.
Languishing! Goddamn campaign is languishing! We need a shot inna arm! Hear me, boys? Inna goddamn ARM! Election held tomorra, that sonofabitch Stokes would win it in a walk!	Well he's the reform candidate, Daddy.
Hi, Byron.	Zack, you little shit! You haven't changed a bit!
Zack, you little shit! You haven't changed a bit!	Neither have you, pard!
So what're you doing in Seattle?	Get ready pard. This one's gonna blow you away.
Get ready pard. This one's gonna blow you away.	Zackie, nothing you do will ever surprise me, pard, not after some of the shit you've pulled.
Zackie, nothing you do will ever surprise me, pard, not after some of the shit you've pulled.	I joined the Navy.
You... in the Navy?	That's right. I'm on my way over to this officer school in Port Ranier.
That's right. I'm on my way over to this officer school in Port Ranier.	Why?
Why?	To fly jets. To be the fastest motherfucker in the world. You gotta come and visit me. I'm only a couple hours away.
To fly jets. To be the fastest motherfucker in the world. You gotta come and visit me. I'm only a couple hours away.	Who gave you this idea?
Who gave you this idea?	Nobody. It just came to me.
Don't be pissed. I'm on your side, Pard. I just don't want you to do something you'll regret. You gotta give six years to the Navy if you wanna fly... that's six years with the most uptight assholes God put on this earth. Officers aren't like you and me, man. It's another breed.	You afraid you'll have to salute me, Chief?
You afraid you'll have to salute me, Chief?	Fuck, no! Why would I care about something as dumb as that?
Fuck, no! Why would I care about something as dumb as that?	I don't know. That's just how it sounded. Well, I'll see you.
Hey, what did you want? A lot of fatherly bullshit? A big pat on the back?	From you, pard? Never. Thanks for the graduation present.
From you, pard? Never. Thanks for the graduation present.	Hey, Zackie -- don't go away mad.
Who's that?	Nobody. Just a girl I've been making it with the last couple of weekends.
Nobody. Just a girl I've been making it with the last couple of weekends.	Great ass.
Great ass.	Yeah, I sort of thought so myself.
Yeah, I sort of thought so myself.	Better watch out for that kind, Zackie. You know what they call 'em, don't ya?
Better watch out for that kind, Zackie. You know what they call 'em, don't ya?	Yeah, I know.
Yeah, I know.	Back east in Newport, Rhode Island, they call 'em the Fall River Debs. In Pensacola, the Mobile Debs. In Norfolk --
Back east in Newport, Rhode Island, they call 'em the Fall River Debs. In Pensacola, the Mobile Debs. In Norfolk --	That what she was... a Norfolk Deb?
That what she was... a Norfolk Deb?	Who? Aw shit, Zackie, let's not get off on your mother again, please.
Who? Aw shit, Zackie, let's not get off on your mother again, please.	What if I want to talk about her, pard? What then? You know, that's all I've ever heard from you, since I was a kid... you never want to talk about that, man, and it's important.
What if I want to talk about her, pard? What then? You know, that's all I've ever heard from you, since I was a kid... you never want to talk about that, man, and it's important.	There's nothing to talk about. Two goddamn times I made it with your old lady. We barely even talked.
That's not how she told it. She said you wrote her every week you were away.	I wrote. Not every week...
I wrote. Not every week...	She said you told her in every letter how much you loved her, how you wanted to marry her, have children with her...
She said you told her in every letter how much you loved her, how you wanted to marry her, have children with her...	I never said any of that!
I never said any of that!	I found them, pard, and read them myself, right after she did it!
I found them, pard, and read them myself, right after she did it!	Okay, I wrote those things... and yeah, I had big thoughts of getting together with your mom... but when she hit me with being pregnant, I saw who she was. I'd had quiff lay that shit on me before!
Okay, I wrote those things... and yeah, I had big thoughts of getting together with your mom... but when she hit me with being pregnant, I saw who she was. I'd had quiff lay that shit on me before!	What did you call her? What did I hear you call her, you son of a bitch?
Zack, we've got to go.	Just trying to have fun. That fucking prison is really starting to get to me. C'mon, Seeger. Gimme a push. Fuck you guys! I'll do it myself!
Are you laughing at me, dick-brain?	No, sir!
Stop eyeballing me, mister! I've looked through your file and done a little checking, and I know it all. I know about your mother. I know your old man's an alcoholic and a whore chaser. Life sure has dealt you some shitty cards! Hasn't it, Mayo?	I'm doing okay, sir.
I'm doing okay, sir.	No you're not. You're failing the big one, baby, and I don't just mean in here. I mean in life. I've watched you, Mayo, and you don't mesh. You grab-ass and joke around but you don't make friends, not the way the others do.
Hey, what do you say we call off this little charade of yours over a couple of beers at Trader Jon's...? Come on, man. You're about as close to being officer material as me.	Sir, this candidate believes he'll make a good officer, sir!
Sir, this candidate believes he'll make a good officer, sir!	No way, Mayo. You don't give a shit about anybody but yourself and every single one of your classmates knows it. Think they'd trust you behind the controls of a plane they have to fly in? Hey, man, I figure you for the kind of guy who'd zip off one day in my F-14 and sell it to the Cubans.
No way, Mayo. You don't give a shit about anybody but yourself and every single one of your classmates knows it. Think they'd trust you behind the controls of a plane they have to fly in? Hey, man, I figure you for the kind of guy who'd zip off one day in my F-14 and sell it to the Cubans.	Sir, that's not true! I love my country!
Sir, that's not true! I love my country!	Sell it to the Air Force, Mayo!
What did you call me?	Pardon?
Pardon?	What did you call me, boy?
What did you call me, boy?	I called you Sarge.
I called you Sarge.	Before that.
Before that.	I didn't call you anything before that.
I didn't call you anything before that.	You said, 'How're you?' I am not a 'ewe,' boy! A ewe is a female sheep, boy! Is that what you think I am, boy?
You said, 'How're you?' I am not a 'ewe,' boy! A ewe is a female sheep, boy! Is that what you think I am, boy?	No.
No.	No, sir!
No, sir!	No, sir.

Wesley...

"It's beneath her..." She's a mother fucking housewife... nothing's beneath her!

What in the... What the hell is this? You've been holding out on me. All this fucking time!

It just didn't fit her profile...

Fuck the profile! That's the same guy!!

She can't be here because of a... a soap opera. Not a soap opera. That'd make her...

...crazy! No shit, Shaft!! And you ain't far behind...

...but she's, no, Betty's smarter than that. She wouldn't be here for a...

I do not know how the fuck you lasted an hour in this job! Dragging our asses around with the answer to our prayers in your motherfucking jacket... a picture of that cunt right next to the...

What do your instincts tell you to do now, kid?

Leave. Take this shit back to Detroit and get the rest of our money.

We could do that. I could be on my way to Florida, and you could go to Thailand and fuck your brains out.

...but that's not what we're gonna do, is it?

No... if we don't finish this job, how are we gonna look at ourselves in the mirror? This is it for me, Wesley, she's the last one. My instinct says I gotta see this through with her, and if there's one thing I've tried to teach you here --

It's to follow my instincts. And my instincts say get the fuck out of Dodge.

No, I said to follow 'my' instincts. Now, we go up there and conclude our business. Case closed.

Betty, I thought this would be the best way. You know, throw you into it...

What the hell's going on?

If you need a minute, that's okay. But I thought you'd want to --

This story is beyond belief, which is perfect for us. It's free advertising and it's gonna run for months.

I don't think she can do it. You saw what happened.

You fucked it up. Who wouldn't freeze in those circumstances? And I don't care what her problems are. She wouldn't be the first one in that cast with problems. We have nothing to lose by making her an offer.

What about me? Don't you wanna know how I feel about it? I'm the one who...

Why would I give a shit how you feel. And I got news for you. I loved your 'icy water' idea the other day... I'm toying with the idea of killing David Ravell off in a boating accident.

That's not a bad idea. How many episodes before he comes back?

I don't know what you think you'll find, anyway.

Names, a phone number, something... Listen, Ballard told me that the guy who brought the missing car down from Detroit was murdered, but do you see him doing anything about it? If Ballard wasn't such a stubborn ass, I wouldn't have to be breaking in here...

SHUT UP! Shut the fuck up, both of you, before I kill you!

I'm the one who watched the show... I was...

Did Chloe crack?

Totally. She came apart like a house of cards. They dropped the charges...

Goddamn... how 'bout Jasmine?

She's a lesbian.

You lie, motherfucker...

I swear to God!

I see. Did Chloe testify?

I don't think she will. She's a slut, but I just don't think she's that mean. Jasmine'll bring her around...

Jasmine... Do you have yesterday's show on tape, by any chance?

Baptism. You two are just dumber'n a bag of hammers. Well, I guess you're my cross to bear-

Pull over, Everett - let's give that colored boy a lift.

Now wuddya suppose is eatin' George?

Well ya know, Delmar, they say that with a thrill-seekin' personality, what goes up must come down. Top of the world one minute, haunted by megrims the next. Yep, it's like our friend George is a alley cat and his own damn humors're swingin' him by the tail. But don't worry, Delmar; he'll be back on top again. I don't think we've heard the last of George Nelson.

I'm just makin' a point, you stupid sonofabitch!

Okay, Pappy.

Y'ignorant slope-shouldered sack a guts! Why we'd look like a buncha satchel-ass Johnnie-Come-Latelies braggin' on our own midget! Don't matter how stumpy! And that's the goddamn problem right there - people think this Stokes got fresh ideas, he's oh coorant and we the past.

Problem a p'seption.

You don't know where his goddamn folks from; you speakin' outcha asshole.

Well now Pappy I wouldn't put it that strong...

Pete's cousin turned us in for the bounty!

The hell you say! Wash is kin!

Who was fixing to betray us!

You didn't know that at the time!

So I borrowed it till I did know!

That don't make no sense!

Pete, it's a fool looks for logic in the chambers of the human heart. What the hell's that singing?

Well, I'll be a sonofabitch. Delmar's been saved!

Pete, don't be ignorant-

The hell it ain't square one! Ain't no one gonna pick up three filthy unshaved hitchhikers, and one of 'em a know-it-all that can't keep his trap shut!

Pete, the personal rancor reflected in that remark I don't intend to dignify with comment, but I would like to address your general attitude of hopeless negativism. Consider the lilies a the goddamn field, or-hell!- take a look at Delmar here as your paradigm a hope.

Hot damn, boy, I almost believe you did sell your soul to the devil!

Boys, that was some mighty fine pickin' and singin'. You just sign these papers and I'll give you ten dollars apiece.

Okay sir, but Mert and Aloysius'll have to scratch Xes - only four of us can write.

Now what can I do you for, Mister French?

How can I lay hold a the Soggy Bottom Boys?

Soggy Bottom Boys - I don't precisely recollect, uh -

They cut a record in here, few days ago, old-timey harmony thing with a guitar Accump-accump-uh-

Oh I remember 'em, colored fellas I believe, swell bunch a boys, sung into yon can and skedaddled.

Well that record has just gone through the goddamn roof! They're playin' it as far away as Mobile! The whole damn state's goin' ape!

It was a powerful air.

Hot damn, we gotta find those boys! Sign 'em to a big fat contract! Hell's bells, Mr. Lunn, if we don't the goddamn competition will!

Oh mercy, yes. You gotta beat that competition.

Languishing! Goddamn campaign is languishing! We need a shot inna arm! Hear me, boys? Inna goddamn ARM! Election held tomorra, that sonofabitch Stokes would win it in a walk!

Well he's the reform candidate, Daddy.

Hi, Byron.

Zack, you little shit! You haven't changed a bit!

Neither have you, pard!

So what're you doing in Seattle?

Get ready pard. This one's gonna blow you away.

Zackie, nothing you do will ever surprise me, pard, not after some of the shit you've pulled.

I joined the Navy.

You... in the Navy?

That's right. I'm on my way over to this officer school in Port Ranier.

Why?

To fly jets. To be the fastest motherfucker in the world. You gotta come and visit me. I'm only a couple hours away.

Who gave you this idea?

Nobody. It just came to me.

Don't be pissed. I'm on your side, Pard. I just don't want you to do something you'll regret. You gotta give six years to the Navy if you wanna fly... that's six years with the most uptight assholes God put on this earth. Officers aren't like you and me, man. It's another breed.

You afraid you'll have to salute me, Chief?

Fuck, no! Why would I care about something as dumb as that?

I don't know. That's just how it sounded. Well, I'll see you.

Hey, what did you want? A lot of fatherly bullshit? A big pat on the back?

From you, pard? Never. Thanks for the graduation present.

Hey, Zackie -- don't go away mad.

Who's that?

Nobody. Just a girl I've been making it with the last couple of weekends.

Great ass.

Yeah, I sort of thought so myself.

Better watch out for that kind, Zackie. You know what they call 'em, don't ya?

Yeah, I know.

Back east in Newport, Rhode Island, they call 'em the Fall River Debs. In Pensacola, the Mobile Debs. In Norfolk --

That what she was... a Norfolk Deb?

Who? Aw shit, Zackie, let's not get off on your mother again, please.

What if I want to talk about her, pard? What then? You know, that's all I've ever heard from you, since I was a kid... you never want to talk about that, man, and it's important.

There's nothing to talk about. Two goddamn times I made it with your old lady. We barely even talked.

That's not how she told it. She said you wrote her every week you were away.

I wrote. Not every week...

She said you told her in every letter how much you loved her, how you wanted to marry her, have children with her...

I never said any of that!

I found them, pard, and read them myself, right after she did it!

Okay, I wrote those things... and yeah, I had big thoughts of getting together with your mom... but when she hit me with being pregnant, I saw who she was. I'd had quiff lay that shit on me before!

What did you call her? What did I hear you call her, you son of a bitch?

Zack, we've got to go.

Just trying to have fun. That fucking prison is really starting to get to me. C'mon, Seeger. Gimme a push. Fuck you guys! I'll do it myself!

Are you laughing at me, dick-brain?

No, sir!

Stop eyeballing me, mister! I've looked through your file and done a little checking, and I know it all. I know about your mother. I know your old man's an alcoholic and a whore chaser. Life sure has dealt you some shitty cards! Hasn't it, Mayo?

I'm doing okay, sir.

No you're not. You're failing the big one, baby, and I don't just mean in here. I mean in life. I've watched you, Mayo, and you don't mesh. You grab-ass and joke around but you don't make friends, not the way the others do.

Hey, what do you say we call off this little charade of yours over a couple of beers at Trader Jon's...? Come on, man. You're about as close to being officer material as me.

Sir, this candidate believes he'll make a good officer, sir!

No way, Mayo. You don't give a shit about anybody but yourself and every single one of your classmates knows it. Think they'd trust you behind the controls of a plane they have to fly in? Hey, man, I figure you for the kind of guy who'd zip off one day in my F-14 and sell it to the Cubans.

Sir, that's not true! I love my country!

Sell it to the Air Force, Mayo!

What did you call me?

Pardon?

What did you call me, boy?

I called you Sarge.

Before that.

I didn't call you anything before that.

You said, 'How're you?' I am not a 'ewe,' boy! A ewe is a female sheep, boy! Is that what you think I am, boy?

No.

No, sir!

No, sir.