You were late again this morning. Now normally I'd let it go but it's... it's been brought to my attention that you're not paying attention to the way you space the cans...
Don't want to talk about anything else. We don't want to know. We're just dedicated to our favorite shows. Saturday night live, Monday night football, Dallas, Jefferson's, Gilligan's Island, Flintstones.
(a pine tree air freshener) You find one in every car. You'll see.
It happens sometimes. People just explode. Natural causes.
Hello mother. Hello father. Got anything to eat?
Occasionally we get a letter from a viewer that says now the only reason Reverend Larry comes on your television set is because he wants your money. And do you know what? They're right! I do want your money. Because God wants your money. So I want you to go out and mortgage that home and sell that car and send me your money. You don't need that car...
Put it on a plate son. You'll enjoy it more.
Kid, I never broke into a trunk. I shall not cause harm to any vehicle nor the personal contents thereof. Nor through an action let that vehicle or the personal contents thereof come to harm. That's what I call the Repo Code, kid. Don't forget it... etch it in your brain. Not many people got a code to live by anymore.
HAHAHA WOW! That was intense.
Repo man is always intense.
They ain't scumbags. They car thieves just like us.
United Fruitcake Outlet.
Twenty thousand dollars for a Chevy Malibu?
You read that book I gave you?
Dioretix. Science of matter over mind. You'd better read it and quick. That book will change your life. Found it in a new Mazerati in Beverly Hills. You know what I mean?
A lot of people don't realize what's really going on. They view life as a bunch
of unconnected incidents and things. They don't realize that there's this like
lattice of coincidence that layers on top of everything. Give you an example,
I'll show you what I mean. Suppose you're thinking about a plate of shrimp.
Suddenly somebody will say like plate or shrimp or plate of shrimp out of the
blue, no explanation. No point for looking for one either. It's all part of a
You eat a lot of acid Miller back in the hippie days?
I'll give you another instance. You know the way everybody's into weirdness right now. Books in all the supermarkets about Bermuda triangles, UFO's, how the Mayans invented television. That kind of thing.
I don't read them books.
Well the way I see it it's exactly the same. There ain't no difference between a flying saucer and a time machine. People get so hung up on specifics. They miss out on seeing the whole thing. Take South America for example. In South America thousands of people go missing every year. Nobody knows where they go. They just like disappear. But if you think about it for a minute, you realize something. There had to be a time when there were no people. Right?
Yeah. I guess.
Well, where did all these people come from? Hmmm? I'll tell you where. The future. Where did all these people disappear to? Hmmm?
That's right and how'd they get there?
How the flip do I know?
Flying saucers. Which are really? Yeah, you got it. Time machines. I think a lot about this kind of stuff. I do my best thinking on the bus. That how come I don't drive, see.
You don't even know how to drive.
I don't want to know how. I don't want to learn. See? The more you drive the less intelligent you are.
'64 Chevy Malibu. Twenty grand.
I don't want any commies in my car. No Christians either.
Oh hey! You want me to check the trunk?
All right as soon as I check the trunk.
I got the papers. Where is the car from?
It's from someplace. Ah... Roswell, New Mexico.
Hey! Blanks get the job done too.
My car looks just like this. But this is your car.
Flip you Archie! Just for that you're not in the gang any more.
Oh dear what a shame.
Yeah... Yeah! Let's go get sushi and and not pay.
Debbie. Ah. Uh. Do you... uh... do you think it's too late for us to get romantically involved?
The lights are growing dim. I know a life of crime led me to this sorry fate.
And yet I... I blame society. Society made me what I am.
That's bullshit. You're a white suburban punk just like me.
But it still hurts.
You're going to be all right man... maybe not.
Not in my face!
Good evening Otto. This is Agent Rogers. I'm going to ask you a few questions. And since time is short and you may lie, I'm going to have to torture you but I want you to know it isn't personal.
Hey I know you! You're the one that ran into my trash!
Please be quiet in the stair wells. Please be quiet in the stair wells.
A very sad unchristian thing just happened. A sweet old lady's car was stolen. It's a Chevy Malibu. Brothers and sisters. Please, if you've seen this car, just call this toll free number.
Bud listen to me. You're sitting in a car worth twenty thousand dollars. Look,
look, we turn it in, we take the money and split it sixty forty. You and me.
Who gets the sixty, kid?
Well I don't know. I figured since I found the car first that... ah... (Bud points a gun at Otto) you'd get it.
No beer is needed here.
It's more than a job... it's... it's a calling.
Have you read this book? Dioretix.
Miller... what are you doing?
I'm going for a little spin.
Best goddamn car in the yard.
Wow! This is intense.
The life of a repo man is always intense.