Raleigh solioquy pt. ii

Raleigh: you went for line drawings and you fuc*** up you fuckin' idiot.
you brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because
you never studied your holy homework. that's two capital h's there, all
the rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. supreem court, you are not
the fuc*** supreem court of anything, except hell! for the next ten
thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your on
repeate mother fuc***. it just started backwards and you can't do a
fuckin' thing about it. the public are gonna take back every fuckin'
thing that you took away from them you mother fuc***.
security guard: raleigh.
raleigh: yes.
guard: this is the deal.
raleigh: yes, what is the deal?
guard: you either cool it down right now...
raleigh: or your gonna fuc*** die!
guard: ...your outta here.
raleigh: oh, your gonna put me out? well i ain't leavin' mother
fucker. now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little
kid? eh?
guard: your gonna go to the psyke ward.
raleigh: well good, that's where i wanna go.
guard: yea, your gonna be right there. so you better cool it down. you
better cool it down right now, i don't want to hear anything else out of
this room or you are gonna go to the psyke ward. this is your last
oppertunity.
raleigh: yea, ok, get it. let's go.
guard: shut your fuckin' mouth.
raleigh: alright.
guard: and don't make anymore waves in the house. otherwise you'r going
to the spyke ward.
raleigh: well, thats exactly what i'm gonna do, i'm gonna go to the psyke
ward and so i'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here.
your cutting into my commercial.
guard: you understand?
raleigh: i'm making a fuckin' comercial, i'm a businessman! get out of
here! your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star
asshole, your just a fuckin' arand boy.
guard: your the craziest son of a bitch i ever...
raleigh: exactly...i'm an american!
guard: this is the last warning raleigh.
raleigh: good, shut up!
[background laughter]
guard: anymore out of you and your going to the psyke ward.
raleigh: see, you lie. you don't eat your feedback.
guard: you need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's
the rules raleigh.
raleigh:whoever comes in this fuckin' room, i'm gonna fuckin' kill em!
that's what i gonna do.
guard: oh are ya? i'm in your room raleigh.
raleigh: well you've come in aginst...this is my room.
guard: i'm in your room, i'm in you room, i'm in your room.
raleigh: back out, back out, back out. words don't bother me man, actions
do.
guard: let's do it, go for it dude.
raleigh: well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die!
guard: go for it.
raleigh: i ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and i'm
gonna take your arm off.
guard: come on. come on!
raleigh: i ain't commin, you come.
guard: cool it raleigh. you understand that? you got it? either you
cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have.
raleigh: try it.
guard: your gone dude.
raleigh: who's gonna inforce it? call the cops mutherfucker! call the
cops.
guard: you got witnesses right now?
raleigh: no witnesses, call the fuc*** cops! i'll call the fuckin' cops
on you, you cocksucker, right now.
guard: good.
raleigh: 911 - just like that, and you will never get out of this.
guard: good. come on.
raleigh: i would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathic
trying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to
1-2-3-o-9 ventura street please. he is standing in my door, i told him to
get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psyco-tank, for
making my production here. which is a science fiction magazine! and he's
trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of
shit! 'cause i'll splatter him all over the fickin' wall. i hope you
record all that. that's a pre-programming for the police department! and
send 'em over here, 'cause i'm about to kill him in two seconds. now get
'em over here as fast as you can please. i hope your recording this.