Natasha Marley Gets It On With Her Partner In Crime Paul Chaplin

Get car!

Goddamn!

Damn! God!

Hey!

Huh?

You trying to steal my mama's car?

I was just admiring it, that's all.

You know, actually, I'm thinking about getting me one of these myself.

You? You don't have ********* a car.

Yeah, maybe.

But I can buy you a Coke.

Get on down here.

Who are you anyway?

Oh.

My name's

Clyde Barrow.

And I rob banks.

You do not.

What do you reckon this piece is for then?

See?

Oh, no.

Oh, yeah, baby.

You want to hold it?

I want to hold it,

touch it,

and shoot it.

Oh, you look mighty pretty with that.

Thank you.

But, hey, you want to be careful

when you get hold of a heart piece like this.

It might just be a little too big.

It might just go off on you.

So, uh, what do you want to do?

You want to spend the rest of your life

serving the country boys, bringing them their hash

and letting them try to get their mitts all over you?

Is that what you want?

No.

You want something better, right?

You want a life where you can look at the stars

and say, "You belong to me."

You don't want to be a star.

Wow.

Between you and me and this,

we can make that happen?

Hey!

Love it!

I surrender, baby!

Now, how about I show you some of those stars, huh?

Yeah!

Oh, Clyde!

Hey, your mama ain't gonna come down, is she?

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