Grindhouse Death Proof aXXo en

- Tsk. And you look a little touchйd.
- What’s “touchйd”?

Wounded, slightly.

Why should I be wounded?

Because you expected guys
to be pestering you all night,

but from your look I can tell
nobody pestered you at all.

That kind of hurt your feelings
a little bit, didn’t it?

There are few things as fetching
as a bruised ego on a beautiful angel.

So…

How about that lap dance?

I think I’m going
to have to give you a rain check.

Well, since you ‘ll be leaving
in the next couple of days,

that rain check’ll be worthless.

But that’s okay.

I understand
if I make you uncomfortable.

You ‘re still a nice girl.

And I still like you.

But I must warn you of something.

You know how people say,

“You ‘re okay in my book,”

or, “In my book, that’s no good.”

Well, I actually have a book.

And everybody
I ever meet goes in this book.

And now I’ve met you,
and you ‘re goin’ in the book.

Except…

I’m afraid I must file you…

under…

“Chicken Shit.”

And what if I did it?

Well, I definitely couldn’t
file you under “Chicken Shit,”

then, now, could I?

What’s your name again?

- Stuntman Mike.
- Well, Stuntman Mike…

I’m Butterfly.

My friend Jungle Julia over here says
that jukebox inside is pretty impressive.

Yeah, it is.

Yeah.

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