So, what's it like to be an eye?
It's like... wow.
Oh yeah? Really?
Real... estate.
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So, what's it like to be an eye?
It's like... wow.
Oh yeah? Really?
Real... estate.
So how do you know... Shark?
Shark... know... eye.
So what, you hired me through him?
Aye.
Mmm. Good news for Mouse. He's hired. What's the job?
Golden Joe.
Golden? No way.
Way. Curds and Whey.
Who is it?
Magic man. Does business on frik.
Owes ya money?
Lots. Up to his eyes.
How much does it cost?
Fifty Mil.
How much do you charge eh.
Fifty Mil.
Upfront for eye?
Upfront, upback, upside, upside your head. (Siren Lady emits air horn sound)
It pays fifty mil from Eye.
Oh yea. It pays fifty mil upfront, it pays fifty more mil when I deliver.
That's Sixty Mil.
It doesn't. But it will.
Sit down.
No.
Stand up.
No. (mouse sits)
did you meet the eye?
No.
did he "see" you?
get it?
Golden Joe is like... magical. All disappeary and shut. You watch that, okay?
No.
Because I... I've come to care about you. A lot.
And also not in that way.
Well, yeah, in that way a little.
Half and half.
I need a drink.
It doesn't matter. You'll be back.
oh wow
and i mean wow-ow-wow shut.
lip
golden Joe.
Golden Joe!
what the dealio?
you know what I'm sayin?!
nope, i do not.
no way in hell do i do
I DON'T KNOW (laughs) golden Joe.
slide me a spill thrill girl
you are golden...Joe
GOLDEN FRIGGIN JOE people
here ya go, Joe
flo' mo' so ho doe quiznight show you right shawty, wassup?
yeah! im in! im in!
How about you, you want the uh, usual 12 beers at once?
Make it uh, let's make it 13.
so, the mo'
what, is that, like, short for mouse? then yes.
so tell me man, wassup? what you want with the joe?
'cause the joe gotta blow in a few secos man i gotta bounce.
got a few shawtys at the house, man wassup.
the price...on your golden head
now listen up, qeet. (?)
Golden Joe, he owes the eye a lotta moo...ney
so?
he wants me to collect that.
right now
what you sayin, man?
damn, dog!
I've got a special effects guy outside, works in the movies. He worked on Black Beast.
He's the best, have you seen that?
Uh-uh.
There's not one beast in it, but you think there is, okay? He's that good.
What do you know about tanks?
They are BIG as HELL!
They're also good for bustin' squirrels out of jail.
But first... this tank needs some liquor.
Excuse me. Excuse me, sir. You can't park here. Sir. Sir, excuse me, you can't park that tank here. Sir, you can't park that tank here. Excuse me, sir, you can't park that tank here. Excuse me, you can't park that tank here.
What'd she say?
MAN, that was CRAZY AS HELL!
Eye saw you dr-eye-ving the tank.
No, that wasn't me. I don't drive.
Did you get m-eye mon-eye?
I don't understand anything you're saying.
Did you get m-eye money?
Yeaus.
Where is it?
Pissed it away.
Ooh. On What?
Spennit. On... piss.
On what?
A tank.
Which tonk?
Every tonk.
What in the piss is wrong with your friend?
His name is Night Moves. He was born with it, and he loves tanks.
Woah.
Hey, how'd the job go?
You know.
Mhmm.
Started it an... and it went on. You know.
Mmmmm... You didn't do it, did you?
No, no, I did it.
No, no, no, no. Don't lie. 'Cause you didn't do it.
Did.
All right, then what was the job?
To do things.
For what?
Mmmmmon-
(Shark interrupts) Shark: Don't say 'money'.
Rubles.
Barney Rubles.
Where's this going?
Right here.
Where?
Everywhere.
(whispering) Who's... who's the ghost?
That's the new guy.
Who are you?
Name's Roostre, R double-O S T R E. Sometimes all in capitals, depending on if you're yellin' at me or not. So uh, you yellin'?
I ain't yellin'.
Well, not yet. See you've found footlong there!
Who's that?
Footlong! He's my homing dog, got a sense for radar and quaznit.
So... your corndog has radar. I knew it! But what would he want with radar?
What's anyone want with radar? Everything boy, mouse, whatever. You a mouse, or a...
Or what?
Or hell I don't know, just thought you were a mouse or something, I mean you look like a damn mouse. The mouse.
Maybe.
You know "radar" spelled backwards is "radar." Did'ja know that?
(wide open eyes, long pause)
You're thinking about it ain't ya.
Maybe.
What the hell?
Get me missile command ASAP.
Where in the hell does that damn mutt think he's going to?
Hold on you mangy smell hound, here it comes!
Fire!
Hey, uh, you want a beer, or do we need to get twelve?
Are you talking to me or this bird?
Got a job for you.
I'm enthusiastic... about all beer.
Especially, this one.
I've always kinda wanted to be in a band.
No way, what do you play?
I play uh... with minds. Shhhhhh. Go home and think about that.
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