MichaelOrme/Profane · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Fine. What's, uh, what's on your mind?	Heard you got remarried! Congratulations. Didn't think you had the stomach for another go-round.
Heard you got remarried! Congratulations. Didn't think you had the stomach for another go-round.	Oh, Miles. You're drunk.
Oh, Miles. You're drunk.	Just some local Pinot, you know, then a little Burgundy. That old Cotes de Beaune!
Stephanie! Stop!	You fucking bastard! Lying piece of shit! You're getting married on Saturday? What was all that shit you said to me?
What's the rule about getting up in the middle of the night?	Only for pee or poop.
Only for pee or poop.	Right.
It's not contaminated. It's just tap water. Pour it in his bowl.	It tastes funny.
It tastes funny.	He licks his butt everyday. He's not going to mind.
I wouldn't do that. You're going to need every gun when that posse gets here.	Posse? What the hell you talking about?
Posse? What the hell you talking about?	My partner and me robbed the bank in Turley and headed out with a posse on our tails. My partner there caught one a ways back, and I think he kicked off while I was looking for this damn canyon. You're Dawson, ain't you? I'm Tex LaRue. Used to ride with Ry Morris. You know him. Well, Andy Sims told me there was a hideout here, so I headed for it. Hope you don't mind.
No! You will not give in to that blackmailing bitch!	Excuse us.
You're not renewing my contract.	How can I? Your last three pictures tanked. The board is giving me hell. No bankable star will work with you after this. If you just compromised... a little.
You already do. But my actor won't get old, fat, lazy or drunk -- won't throw tantrums, demand a body double, script changes or a bigger trailer. The Disney Corporation has been using artificial actors for years.	That's the point, Hank. No matter how good they are, they're still Mickey Mouse. Everyone's tried. Everyone's failed. It can't be done.
That's the point, Hank. No matter how good they are, they're still Mickey Mouse. Everyone's tried. Everyone's failed. It can't be done.	It can -- with my new computer code, you and me, we can do it together.
It can -- with my new computer code, you and me, we can do it together.	I don't know anything about computers.
I don't know anything about computers.	That's why you're so perfect. You have something I don't have.
That's why you're so perfect. You have something I don't have.	What's that?
What's that?	An eye -- for performance. You know the truth when you see it. I know. I've seen your movies. I love your movies.
An eye -- for performance. You know the truth when you see it. I know. I've seen your movies. I love your movies.	You do?
You do?	"Straw God" changed my life.
"Straw God" changed my life.	You saw that?
You saw that?	I've seen every frame of your work. You're the only filmmaker in Hollywood with the artistic integrity to realize my vision. You and me, art and science... we are the perfect marriage.
I've seen every frame of your work. You're the only filmmaker in Hollywood with the artistic integrity to realize my vision. You and me, art and science... we are the perfect marriage.	Listen, Hank, it's been a rough day. I'll call you about his next week.
Listen, Hank, it's been a rough day. I'll call you about his next week.	I won't be here next week. The tumor's inoperable. I'll be dead.
I won't be here next week. The tumor's inoperable. I'll be dead.	I'm already dead.
So they're probably here. You might be able to sell this 'disappearing act' to the rest of the world, but I'm not buying it. What's really behind this Simone woman? The public has a right to know. Why is she staying out of sight? And why the hell is she with you? I don't want you to take this the wrong way, Viktor, but you're not exactly Cecil B. DeMille -- more run-of-the-mill.	Maybe the reason she's with me is a little thing called integrity, Sayer. Look it up.
You have a strong unfufilled desire.	Yeah. To get the hell off this farm.
Yeah. To get the hell off this farm.	No. This is something spiritual. An ambition.
No. This is something spiritual. An ambition.	The band.
Hey, isn't that the preacher?	Find out what's holding things up. I want to get the hell off this farm.
There's something weird going on here, Suzie.	No shit.
No shit.	I'm serious. Get this. I had a careful look at that alternator. It's clearly been messed with... it's not wear and tear that caused that breakdown...
I'm serious. Get this. I had a careful look at that alternator. It's clearly been messed with... it's not wear and tear that caused that breakdown...	You're saying someone's trying to keep us on the farm...?
You're saying someone's trying to keep us on the farm...?	Not someone -- Mac.
Come on --	Suzie, face it. The only "axe" he's picked up since we came here... is a real one. He doesn't give a damn about the band anymore... or about you.
Hmmm. This shit isn't bad.	Manure... is life.
We've got to call someone -- get the sheriff--	The Sheriff?! We don't need the sheriff!!! We need to get the hell out of here!
Yeah. Maybe I can pick a little cotton for da masta.	You got something against farm people, Keith?
You got something against farm people, Keith?	Not at all. They lynched my ancestors, they smell like manure, they have sex with their relatives... and they all have two first names: "Bobby- Joe" --
What the fuck you talking about, man?	He's right. You were behind.
Asphyxiation. Choked to death on a ham sandwich. Next.	Buzzzzzzzzzz. Sorry, wrong answer!
Buzzzzzzzzzz. Sorry, wrong answer!	Chicken sandwich?
Chicken sandwich?	Bzzzzzzzzzt!
Bzzzzzzzzzt!	Fuck you! Who cares what sandwich the bitch was eating?
How does it feel, Keith?	Fuck you! Fuck all of you! I'm done kickin' it with cows and roosters. -- And drinking moonshine with Johnny Cash! Senior AND Junior!
Fuck you! Fuck all of you! I'm done kickin' it with cows and roosters. -- And drinking moonshine with Johnny Cash! Senior AND Junior!	Is that right?
Is that right?	Yeah, that's right! I'm outta here -- Y'all can kiss my city ass goodbye!... I'm gone with the wind.
I'm talking to the spirit of Jethro Macdonald. Is it okay to have sex in your old attic with your grandson? We'll be careful of the bed --	Let it go.
Let it go.	I bet if he were still alive, he'd like to watch.
We're almost ready. What the hell are you doing out here?	I... heard something... came in here last night. Must have gone to sleep.
Bill, you're Chief of police now.	Comes with some Goddamn responsibility, like keeping your people in line.
Comes with some Goddamn responsibility, like keeping your people in line.	You're right, Jack. Margaret, you're fired.
Bill, this Brenda's Randy Flagg's niece. We need to find Grant yesterday! The town council has lit a Roman candle and stuck it up my ass!	Hell, Jack, your leisure activities ain't my business.
Hell, Jack, your leisure activities ain't my business.	Don't fuck with me, Bill. Your post here as Chief is in dire straits you don't work this shit out.
That young lady heard you say 'squid.' She's gonna go out and create a Goddamn hysteria!	Sherry, you gonna create a hysteria?
My father, he was -- he was real close to evil. People didn't know. Still don't. From the time I was a toddler he'd beat the hell out of me. I don't mean just like a smack for smart--mouthing... he took a real enjoyment in it. And when I turned eleven or twelve, things... well, they got worse. Starla looks at Bill, who seems struck.	When you wanted to run away, I called your dad.
When you wanted to run away, I called your dad.	That wasn't a good night, no.
That wasn't a good night, no.	I'm sorry.
After all this shit tonight, I know for sure now you regret not running off with me to Hollywood!	Hell, Starla. I always regretted that.
He's a fucking Martian?!	A Martian is from Mars, Trevor.
When I buy my zoo, I'm leaving them things the hell out!	Shelby!
What the hell are we going to do?!	Just block the doors, any way you can.
What?	Oh yeah. Fuck you, fat ass.
I think we best get you to a hospital right quick.	What the fuck they gonna do with her in a hospital, Bill?
My sister Megan, she's a big fat cow. Was then, even more so now. I'd be thinking, what'd you see in her ain't in me?	Shit, girl, you couldn't'a been eleven.
Shit, girl, you couldn't'a been eleven.	Hell, I was game!
Who's the lucky fella?	Fuck lucky. Never marry a damn half--Mexican.
Fuck lucky. Never marry a damn half--Mexican.	Already ain't. Married a gal named --
Already ain't. Married a gal named --	Starla Covington. Don't be ignorant. Everyone knows that. Fucking prom queen.
He's teaching environmental science, Grant. Probably wants to borrow my lesson plans from last semester.	Oh yeah, that's what he wants to borrow, this guy.
Oh yeah, that's what he wants to borrow, this guy.	It's just a work thing.
It's just a work thing.	Work thing hell, Starla. He just wants to get in your pussy. Him and most these other ones around here. That's where their minds is at, them sick fucks.
I can't believe there's two thousand people here to watch a bunch of guys back up their trucks.	America's bored. Now, what do you want?
America's bored. Now, what do you want?	You to forget this dumbass Roadeo and take on a real challenge.
What the hell's going on?	I forget to tell you. I'm running blocker for four hundred cases of illegal brew.
-- Trucking ain't the easiest life in the world. I mean, you can't make it much past fifty and you sure as shit don't get a gold watch when you hang it all up. But I like keeping on the move. You know?	Do I know? I'm an authority on it.
Do I know? I'm an authority on it.	I guess if there's one lesson I've learned, it's that even misery has a tough time hitting a moving target. I forgot your question?
I guess if there's one lesson I've learned, it's that even misery has a tough time hitting a moving target. I forgot your question?	You plan on driving trucks all your life?
You plan on driving trucks all your life?	I... uh... I don't know. I guess don't like to think about it.
I... uh... I don't know. I guess don't like to think about it.	Then let's change the subject. What do you think about forced school busing?
All right, here's our plan of communication, so as to avoid Smokey.	Go.
Go.	Now, if I say go to channel three, it really means go to six.
Now, if I say go to channel three, it really means go to six.	Six. Got it.
Six. Got it.	If I say go to twenty-one, go to nineteen.
If I say go to twenty-one, go to nineteen.	Twenty-one is nineteen.
Twenty-one is nineteen.	If I say go to two, it's really one.
If I say go to two, it's really one.	Two is one. Listen, let's just stay on the odd channels and switch everytime. Start in the basement. Now, let's haul ass.
Shit! No one's here.	That's 'cause we're damn near an hour ahead of schedule.
That's 'cause we're damn near an hour ahead of schedule.	Let's keep it that way.
This is Bandit II. Now, where the hell are you?	On two lane blacktop. Mile marker six-one. How we doin' on time?
On two lane blacktop. Mile marker six-one. How we doin' on time?	Thirty-eight minutes ahead of schedule.
Thirty-eight minutes ahead of schedule.	What's your twenty?
What's your twenty?	I'm 'bout four miles ahead of you, turkey.
I'm 'bout four miles ahead of you, turkey.	Not for long, you ain't.
It ain't ever been done before, hot shit.	See, running Coors Beer east of Texas is what bothers me. It makes me a bootlegger.
I think you're just yellow.	Wonderful psychology. Why don't you say something about my mom? Excuse me.
Gimme three sloppy joes and a coupla cups of hot stuff.	You pass that funky Cobra on the highway?
You pass that funky Cobra on the highway?	Uh-uh. What Cobra?
Uh-uh. What Cobra?	Some boy named Bandit's been givin' the Highway Patrol shit fits.
Some boy named Bandit's been givin' the Highway Patrol shit fits.	Oh, yeah. Good for him.

Fine. What's, uh, what's on your mind?

Heard you got remarried! Congratulations. Didn't think you had the stomach for another go-round.

Oh, Miles. You're drunk.

Just some local Pinot, you know, then a little Burgundy. That old Cotes de Beaune!

Stephanie! Stop!

You fucking bastard! Lying piece of shit! You're getting married on Saturday? What was all that shit you said to me?

What's the rule about getting up in the middle of the night?

Only for pee or poop.

Right.

It's not contaminated. It's just tap water. Pour it in his bowl.

It tastes funny.

He licks his butt everyday. He's not going to mind.

I wouldn't do that. You're going to need every gun when that posse gets here.

Posse? What the hell you talking about?

My partner and me robbed the bank in Turley and headed out with a posse on our tails. My partner there caught one a ways back, and I think he kicked off while I was looking for this damn canyon. You're Dawson, ain't you? I'm Tex LaRue. Used to ride with Ry Morris. You know him. Well, Andy Sims told me there was a hideout here, so I headed for it. Hope you don't mind.

No! You will not give in to that blackmailing bitch!

Excuse us.

You're not renewing my contract.

How can I? Your last three pictures tanked. The board is giving me hell. No bankable star will work with you after this. If you just compromised... a little.

You already do. But my actor won't get old, fat, lazy or drunk -- won't throw tantrums, demand a body double, script changes or a bigger trailer. The Disney Corporation has been using artificial actors for years.

That's the point, Hank. No matter how good they are, they're still Mickey Mouse. Everyone's tried. Everyone's failed. It can't be done.

It can -- with my new computer code, you and me, we can do it together.

I don't know anything about computers.

That's why you're so perfect. You have something I don't have.

What's that?

An eye -- for performance. You know the truth when you see it. I know. I've seen your movies. I love your movies.

You do?

"Straw God" changed my life.

You saw that?

I've seen every frame of your work. You're the only filmmaker in Hollywood with the artistic integrity to realize my vision. You and me, art and science... we are the perfect marriage.

Listen, Hank, it's been a rough day. I'll call you about his next week.

I won't be here next week. The tumor's inoperable. I'll be dead.

I'm already dead.

So they're probably here. You might be able to sell this 'disappearing act' to the rest of the world, but I'm not buying it. What's really behind this Simone woman? The public has a right to know. Why is she staying out of sight? And why the hell is she with you? I don't want you to take this the wrong way, Viktor, but you're not exactly Cecil B. DeMille -- more run-of-the-mill.

Maybe the reason she's with me is a little thing called integrity, Sayer. Look it up.

You have a strong unfufilled desire.

Yeah. To get the hell off this farm.

No. This is something spiritual. An ambition.

The band.

Hey, isn't that the preacher?

Find out what's holding things up. I want to get the hell off this farm.

There's something weird going on here, Suzie.

No shit.

I'm serious. Get this. I had a careful look at that alternator. It's clearly been messed with... it's not wear and tear that caused that breakdown...

You're saying someone's trying to keep us on the farm...?

Not someone -- Mac.

Come on --

Suzie, face it. The only "axe" he's picked up since we came here... is a real one. He doesn't give a damn about the band anymore... or about you.

Hmmm. This shit isn't bad.

Manure... is life.

We've got to call someone -- get the sheriff--

The Sheriff?! We don't need the sheriff!!! We need to get the hell out of here!

Yeah. Maybe I can pick a little cotton for da masta.

You got something against farm people, Keith?

Not at all. They lynched my ancestors, they smell like manure, they have sex with their relatives... and they all have two first names: "Bobby- Joe" --

What the fuck you talking about, man?

He's right. You were behind.

Asphyxiation. Choked to death on a ham sandwich. Next.

Buzzzzzzzzzz. Sorry, wrong answer!

Chicken sandwich?

Bzzzzzzzzzt!

Fuck you! Who cares what sandwich the bitch was eating?

How does it feel, Keith?

Fuck you! Fuck all of you! I'm done kickin' it with cows and roosters. -- And drinking moonshine with Johnny Cash! Senior AND Junior!

Is that right?

Yeah, that's right! I'm outta here -- Y'all can kiss my city ass goodbye!... I'm gone with the wind.

I'm talking to the spirit of Jethro Macdonald. Is it okay to have sex in your old attic with your grandson? We'll be careful of the bed --

Let it go.

I bet if he were still alive, he'd like to watch.

We're almost ready. What the hell are you doing out here?

I... heard something... came in here last night. Must have gone to sleep.

Bill, you're Chief of police now.

Comes with some Goddamn responsibility, like keeping your people in line.

You're right, Jack. Margaret, you're fired.

Bill, this Brenda's Randy Flagg's niece. We need to find Grant yesterday! The town council has lit a Roman candle and stuck it up my ass!

Hell, Jack, your leisure activities ain't my business.

Don't fuck with me, Bill. Your post here as Chief is in dire straits you don't work this shit out.

That young lady heard you say 'squid.' She's gonna go out and create a Goddamn hysteria!

Sherry, you gonna create a hysteria?

My father, he was -- he was real close to evil. People didn't know. Still don't. From the time I was a toddler he'd beat the hell out of me. I don't mean just like a smack for smart--mouthing... he took a real enjoyment in it. And when I turned eleven or twelve, things... well, they got worse. Starla looks at Bill, who seems struck.

When you wanted to run away, I called your dad.

That wasn't a good night, no.

I'm sorry.

After all this shit tonight, I know for sure now you regret not running off with me to Hollywood!

Hell, Starla. I always regretted that.

He's a fucking Martian?!

A Martian is from Mars, Trevor.

When I buy my zoo, I'm leaving them things the hell out!

Shelby!

What the hell are we going to do?!

Just block the doors, any way you can.

What?

Oh yeah. Fuck you, fat ass.

I think we best get you to a hospital right quick.

What the fuck they gonna do with her in a hospital, Bill?

My sister Megan, she's a big fat cow. Was then, even more so now. I'd be thinking, what'd you see in her ain't in me?

Shit, girl, you couldn't'a been eleven.

Hell, I was game!

Who's the lucky fella?

Fuck lucky. Never marry a damn half--Mexican.

Already ain't. Married a gal named --

Starla Covington. Don't be ignorant. Everyone knows that. Fucking prom queen.

He's teaching environmental science, Grant. Probably wants to borrow my lesson plans from last semester.

Oh yeah, that's what he wants to borrow, this guy.

It's just a work thing.

Work thing hell, Starla. He just wants to get in your pussy. Him and most these other ones around here. That's where their minds is at, them sick fucks.

I can't believe there's two thousand people here to watch a bunch of guys back up their trucks.

America's bored. Now, what do you want?

You to forget this dumbass Roadeo and take on a real challenge.

What the hell's going on?

I forget to tell you. I'm running blocker for four hundred cases of illegal brew.

-- Trucking ain't the easiest life in the world. I mean, you can't make it much past fifty and you sure as shit don't get a gold watch when you hang it all up. But I like keeping on the move. You know?

Do I know? I'm an authority on it.

I guess if there's one lesson I've learned, it's that even misery has a tough time hitting a moving target. I forgot your question?

You plan on driving trucks all your life?

I... uh... I don't know. I guess don't like to think about it.

Then let's change the subject. What do you think about forced school busing?

All right, here's our plan of communication, so as to avoid Smokey.

Go.

Now, if I say go to channel three, it really means go to six.

Six. Got it.

If I say go to twenty-one, go to nineteen.

Twenty-one is nineteen.

If I say go to two, it's really one.

Two is one. Listen, let's just stay on the odd channels and switch everytime. Start in the basement. Now, let's haul ass.

Shit! No one's here.

That's 'cause we're damn near an hour ahead of schedule.

Let's keep it that way.

This is Bandit II. Now, where the hell are you?

On two lane blacktop. Mile marker six-one. How we doin' on time?

Thirty-eight minutes ahead of schedule.

What's your twenty?

I'm 'bout four miles ahead of you, turkey.

Not for long, you ain't.

It ain't ever been done before, hot shit.

See, running Coors Beer east of Texas is what bothers me. It makes me a bootlegger.

I think you're just yellow.

Wonderful psychology. Why don't you say something about my mom? Excuse me.

Gimme three sloppy joes and a coupla cups of hot stuff.

You pass that funky Cobra on the highway?

Uh-uh. What Cobra?

Some boy named Bandit's been givin' the Highway Patrol shit fits.

Oh, yeah. Good for him.