Shit, fax.
Hey, you got enough money to pay for all this?
You know, money. Cash. Dollars, dinero?
Hank!
We got ourselves a deadbeat back here.
- What? - He can't pay!
Hey, punk. I've been slaving all day making that slop.
- The food is good. - Fucking it is.
The question is... how are you going to pay for it?
- I don't know. - You don't know. Ain't that cute?
I wanna bust your head, punk.
I don't want to hurt you.
Me? You don't want to hurt Hank?
I just want to eat.
Yeah. A local number, prefix KL5.
Doctor Christopher Gregor.
Hey! You better put that down you son of a bitch,
because now I'm gonna make you bleed!
Veteran's Hospital? Great.
Operator, can you tell me exactly where that is?
Clinton. Wonderful, thank you very much.
Shit!
How was lunch, huh?