ᶯ ᶜᶳ ᶈ ᶹ's fame ᶗ ᶼ ᶉ ᶗ yourself ᶕᶜᶬ ᶦ ᶏᶯ. ᶦ ᶙᶗ � incentive ᶔ'm ᶏᶔ我們 ᶢᶗ ᶉ ᶜw. 1941 ᴏ ᶥᶜᶖᶙ. ᶄ ᶜᶜ ᶱmun ᶑᶚᶘ aux.
ᶯ ᶜ ᶴ Fur warrior ᴴ Where does your head commaglw. ᴗ ᷹ᶔ ᶔ˚ fur warrior ᴅ centuries.
Shaun වේිරව්ක එුල්න්ඳාවි.
වවවවවවය, වවවවවවවවවවව, වවවවව඀වවවවන්, වවවවවවවන්. වවවවවන්?
You would fuck Adele?
Why not?
Then afterwards I could have a Grammy-winning song written about me.
Why kill Adipa?
He was in shape of her legs, so I wouldn't fuck her.
I hope her has more money than God, so I would definitely marry her.
Makes sense.
Okay, last one. Got a good one.
Your mom, your grandma, or your sister?
Game over.
Oh come on man, don't be a pussy.
We're here for work. Can we be the slightest bit professional?
What are you saying I'm not professional?
I'm saying I'd rather sit in silence than play this game.
Alright.
Well, I'll just sit here and be quiet then.
Let's see how you like it without a good conversation while sitting next to you.
Is Johnny in the trunk? Did you at least take care of that?
Of course he is. I'm not incompetent.
Well, if you want to talk about incompetence, we can talk about the Aruba job.
Hey, Aruba job was a one-time thing.
You know what, that bitch deserved everything she got.
And that little dog she had, that little dog...
We never even talk about Aruba.
Alright then, glad we got that out of the way.
Well, can we talk about something else now?
Or nothing at all?
What's your problem?
I don't...
I don't think I want to go through with this job.
I don't feel right about it.
Why the hell not? We're just...
We're just bearing his dead ass.
You know to make you feel better?
Did I ever tell you about Annie?
No.
Holy shit, I never told you about Annie.
That bitch was so crazy.
She's gonna be crazier than Jack?
No, no, you don't understand. She made Jacky look normal.
Jacky was a fucking nut job.
I know! So, let me tell you, it's one time we're having sex, right?
She's like, Harry, stop, and I'm all like, what the fuck's wrong?
And she's like, I can't do this while they're standing over there.
So I'm looking around, trying to figure out what the fuck is this chick talking about?
She tells me there are two spirits standing over in the corner.
What the hell?
I know, so we start to talk about it,
and she tells me she does all these exorcisms and shit,
where she fights demons inside and all has them all destroyed and shit.
Was she serious?
She was being very, very serious.
Was she by chance a drug addict or an alcoholic?
No.
Because her soul can't be tampered with,
and it affects with her ability to battle all those demons and shit.
I was with this one chick,
that after every time we had sex, she had to watch an episode of Friends,
because she had this weird fetish thing with Matt LeBlanc.
Chandler?
No, that's Matthew Perry. Matt LeBlanc is Joey.
No, no, no, get this.
So one time, it's 4 am, I'm asleep, she wakes me up,
she goes, Harry, can you help me?
And I'm like, what the fuck?
And she's like, I need you to help me clean my bathtub.
Can you believe that shit?
At 4 in the morning, clean a fucking bathtub?
What did you say to that?
Well, I got my shit in my lap. I never saw her ass again.
Hey, we have a new time to kill, right?
Yeah, we got a few minutes before the call comes in.
I think I'm gonna pray now.
Excuse me?
It's my religion.
Sorry, I need a few minutes.
What the fuck religion are you talking about?
Hey, do you mean like Muslims, like the terrorist religion?
We have been partners for two years, and you've always been Catholic.
Peace be upon you.
Peace be upon you.
Peace be upon you.
What's wrong?
When the fuck did that happen?
What happened?
We just started praying to the terrorist religion.
It's not a terrorist religion.
I don't even come with that shit, man.
You know, these are the people that...
Hello?
Do it.
Yeah, understood.
Greenlight, let's go.
Wait, wait, he said to do it?
Yeah, let's go.
Harry, listen, about this job, I need to tell you something.
Don't make me repeat myself to your terrorist ass.
Hey, I haven't insulted you, okay? Please don't insult my religion.
Why did you change religions anyway?
Those people are crazy, Miles.
There's a difference between being a Muslim and being an extremist.
My religion is about peace.
Peace? These people blow up buildings and try to blow up Americans and shit.
Those are the extremists henceforth mentioned.
The Islamic religion doesn't condone murder, suicide or the abuse of any people.
What's this one of you been all about peace?
I've always tried to find a peaceful resolution to things.
I hate violence.
You kill people for a living.
No, I am not a hit man. I'm a fixer.
I fix situations.
If the situation involves me killing somebody, then so be it.
I can separate business from my personal life.
Bullshit. Your religion causes death.
You know, I could talk about the Catholic Crusades.
Hitler was a Christian and he caused the Holocaust. I could go on.
You know what? Okay, you're right. Religion just ruins lives.
I'm not even going to answer that, Harry.
Listen, about this job, I need to tell you something.
Let me tell you a little something about religion.
I'm about to blow your mind for a moment.
2000 years ago, the Romans, they had a god for everything.
They had a god for the sky, they had a god for the sun, they had a god for the earth.
Now, they had a god for all these things because they didn't understand how they worked.
Now, years later, we look back at the Romans and we think they're pretty fucking stupid
for praying to gods that they don't even understand.
Now, what are the only two things that we don't understand?
I don't know what, where we came from and what's going to happen to us after we die.
So, how do we explain the only two things that we don't understand?
God. We say God created us and God's going to take us after we die.
Now, 2000 years from now, when humans finally discover where we came from,
they're going to look back at us and think, hmm, they're pretty fucking stupid.
Now, we're praying to a god in the sky who accepts us in the paradise for living a good life
or for blowing ourselves up for 72 virgins so we could be in the afterlife.
I'm telling you, religion is pretty fucked up.
Can I tell you a story?
Please do.
Have I ever told you about my grandfather?
My grandfather was a farmhand in Poland for this nice farmer named William Waddinger.
He worked for him for about eight or nine years, so he was considered part of the family.
My grandfather worked with the animals, so he would get up at five a.m. every day
and spend the entire day with these animals.
World War II comes around, the Nazis invade Poland.
The farmer pulls my grandfather aside and says, eager, those dirty Germans are coming.
I need you to take this pistol and shoot every single one of those animals in the head.
My grandfather reluctantly takes this pistol, goes to the barn, gathers all of these animals up,
and he couldn't do it.
He couldn't do it.
So he goes back and he gives the pistol back to the farmer and he leaves the farm for good.
Now the farmer ends up killing all the animals himself.
My grandfather went around trying to find work at a nearby farm,
and he did, he found one, like the old farmer predicted, the Nazis did come
and they took over the new farm where my grandfather was.
Now instead of killing the new farmer and my grandfather, they tortured the animals
and they made them watch the cruel and inhumane deaths of their livestock.
What the fuck does that have to do with anything?
If my grandfather had just listened to the old farmer in the first place,
he would have avoided the torture and the deaths of all of those animals.
Moral of the story, obey your superiors.
You'll always have doubts about doing a job, but you have to remember that it's business.
You have to take personal emotions out of it and just do it.
Okay, great.
Can we get back to talking about your crazy ass religion?
No. Can you go get the body of the holes ready?
Yeah, I don't think we're done with this, coming back to this.
The fuck with the body?
Okay, I get it.
You know, Miles, remember that time?
Sorry, Harry. Just following orders.
Assalamu alaikum, Harry.
