Transcript: Volume 5, Track 4

Peter: If uhh...
Ray: You lyin' cocksucker [unintelligible]
Peter: Do not [unintelligible]! I have the check stubs unless you've thrown them away I do have them.
Ray: Don't...
Peter: But in the meantime when we [unintelligible] when we first moved in here...
Ray: [unintelligible] son of a bitch.
Peter: I am not a lying son of a bitch and Dennis never said I was and so I told you that I could not pay. But it his come about... I mean I did pay two-hundred fifty.
Ray: [unintelligible] I know.
Peter: Month after month after month and then I had to go to the [unintelligible]
Ray: Until my twelve-thousand dollars was up.
Peter: No I don't care about your fucking twelve-thousand dollars idiot boy.
Ray: Anyway Peter...
Peter: Idiot boy!
Ray: [unintelligible] Peter you're a lyin' cheap son of a bitch.
Peter: No I'm not. Not at all.
Ray: God damn right you're a lyin' cheap son of a bitch.
Peter: Well I'm paying more rent...
Ray: And I despise you.
Peter: I... oh...
Ray: 'Cause I don't like lyin' cheatin' [unintelligible] son of a bitch.
Peter: I know. Tell me now. Go on. I'm... I'm a dirty cocksucker uhh... and I'm a queer cocksucker.
Ray: No. No. No I just...
Peter: I'm trying to get so that you... I'm trying to get you back into what you always say.
Ray: I say you're a lyin' cheatin' son of a bitch.
Peter: No I'm not.
Ray: And you are.
Peter: No I'm not and you know that.
Ray: You lie you cheat and you steal.
Peter: No I... do not.
Ray: The hell you don't.
Peter: I do not.
Ray: Lyin' son of a bitch.
Peter: Uhh OK.
Ray: For instance this last month. You should have three-hundred dollars [unintelligible]
Peter: No I don't. Why should I have?
Ray: Two-hundred from the [unintelligible]
Peter: It's none of your business what I have but I don't.
Ray: And a hundred from Peter.
Peter: No.
Ray: Uhh Tony.
Peter: No.
Ray: [unintelligible]
Peter: Where is your money? Where is your money asshole?
Ray: I have... I have records for every fuckin' [unintelligible]
Peter: Yeah? Good. Show it to me and Tony tomorrow then.
Ray: I have it.
Peter: Then show it to us.
Ray: I have it.
Peter: Show it to us.
Ray: I have records.
Peter: Show it to us.
Ray: I'll show it to you when you're sober you cocksucker.
Peter: I am sober.
Ray: Shit.
[doorbell rings]
Ray: You ain't been sober for a month.
Peter: OK. Answer the door.
Cops: What's going on? Somebody called.
Peter: I don't know. He called.
Cops: Were the police here earlier?
Peter: Uhh he uhh had me down at Park Station.
Cops: So you were [unintelligible] earlier.
Peter: Yes because he is uhh throwing a fit.
Cops: So what's the problem now?
Peter: There is no problem except he is throwing a fit. He has evidently called when he was out on the street. He did not call from here. [unintelligible] here. I am here. Everybody is uhh OK.
Cops: Marvelous report. When are you gonna clean this shithole up?
Peter: I uhh... this uhh... this uhh Ray did today.
Cops: Good.
Peter: [unintelligible]
Cops: No one has to come back here tonight.
Peter: That's right. Please talk to Ray. Not to me. Talk to him. Because he is the one that has done this. He is the one that made the call.
Cops: Go back inside and be quiet.
Peter: This man called.
Ray: No I did [unintelligible] go ahead.
Peter: I did not. I did not call. He did.
Unknown: One oh.
Unknown: OK [unintelligible]
Unknown: [unintelligible]
Peter: Shut up or I'll call the cops back.
Ray: Call 'em then you dirty son of a bitch.
Peter: You shut up.
Ray: I think you did it when I was gone.
Peter: Shut up little man I did not. Tony knows I didn't. You know I didn't. You shut up little man.
Ray: I did not know. I was gone. Uhh... the two cops said to grab this... god damn... Spanish fellah. He said you... you call again they will come in and get you. Now...
Peter: I don't care about the Spanish fellah. I don't want the cops coming here.
Ray: Would you shut your fuckin' mouth?
Peter: Shut up you little man.
Ray: [unintelligible] conversation.
Peter: Shut up little man.
Ray: He said we'll turn your fuckin' hair fire the next time. And I said fine. I got too much hair anyway. Let's... let's do it right now. And so they... they grabbed me and...
Peter: You didn't say that. I heard...
Ray: [unintelligible]
Peter: I heard what you were saying to them.
Ray: Did you hear what he said? He said that we'll set your fuckin' hair on fire and I said fine.
Peter: No.
Ray: Let's do it right now.
Peter: What they said... what they said to you which I did hear and it was to for you to come back in here and just shut your fucking mouth up.
Ray: That is not anything they said at all.
Peter: [unintelligible] Really?
Ray: Bullshit. No way. He said that...
Peter: Oh shut up. I don't wanna hear! So don't tell me.
Ray: OK then shut your fuckin' mouth.
Peter: Then don't tell me.
Ray: 'Cause I don't wanna listen to you either you god damn queer.
Peter: Then don't tell me. Why do you have to tell me?
Ray: [unintelligible] fuckin' asshole.
Peter: I don't wanna hear.
Ray: But I... he did...
Peter: I don't wanna hear.
Ray: Yeah well fuck you...
Peter: I don't wanna hear.
Ray: I don't give a fuck what you wanna hear and what you don't wanna hear.
Peter: I don't wish to hear.
Ray: But when the man told me he said...
Peter: Why are you talking? I don't wanna hear it.
Ray: Good! Shut your...
Peter: I don't wanna hear it!
Ray: Then shut your fuckin' mouth.
Peter: Then shut up!
Ray: God damn asshole son of a bitch.
Peter: I don't wanna hear it.
Ray: But the other two cops...
Peter: I don't wanna hear it!
Ray: Of course you don't.
Peter: I... no. I do not wanna hear it because I don't wanna hear your trash. I do not wanna hear it. Now since I said I don't wannt hear it why do you have to keep going?
Ray: The best thing to do...
Peter: I do not liar!
Ray: ...would be to shut your fuckin' mouth!
Peter: I do not liar! Look you're the one that needs to shut up because I have asked you to shut up [unintelligible]
[knock on door]
Ray: Hello. I'm... I can't... how am I gonna keep you quiet. I dunno.
Peter: It isn't a matter. It's that you need to keep quiet. You know that and I know it.
Ray: No. Not...
Peter: Just keep quiet!
Ray: Please Peter.
Peter: Keep quiet then!
Ray: [unintelligible] fool.
Peter: Keep quiet! Now uhh Tony is seeing what it's about.
Ray: I already told Tony I thought you was a liar a thief and a cheat.
Peter: I know. That's what uhh... that's what I started to say to him and he said uhh... and you said no you had never said that. Now you're saying it.
Ray: Oh I certainly did! I said you're a liar a thief and a cheat! That is what you are you cocksucker! So get away from me! And stay away from me you dirty son of a bitch. Don't even get close to me. I don't wanna hurt you. But I will if you get close to me.
Peter: No you won't hurt me.
Ray: No I probably won't.
Peter: You try to attack me you'll be killed yourself.
Ray: Try it you fat motherfucker!
Peter: Shut up little man!
Ray: Try it you fat son of a bitch!
Peter: OK little man! Alright Tony. You see what it is.
Ray: I'll kill you. 'Cause you come to me you cocksucker and I'll... I'll kill you.
Peter: [unintelligible] I don't understand why he is...
Ray: I'll put you in the fuckin' hospital you fat piece of shit!
Peter: Oh shut up little man!
Ray: I will.
Peter: Tony wants to go to sleep. I wanna go to sleep. So why don't you shut up?
Ray: So do I then... get your ass outta here!
Peter: Then why don't you shut up?
Ray: Good! Then get your ass back [unintelligible] you dirty son of a bitch!
Peter: And uhh... and uhh let's start paying the rent we're supposed to.
Ray: Get away from me you fat piece of shit. God damn lyin' cocksucker.
Peter: I don't call you a fat... fat piece of shit and I don't think it's right for you to do that. [unintelligible]
Ray: You're a thievin' lyin' son of a bitch and you ain't never told the truth in your life.
Peter: Why don't you be quiet and let the rest of us go to sleep?
Ray: I'll be glad to.
Peter: Then do it!
Ray: But I don't take no shit from you...
Peter: Then do it!
Ray: ...you fat motherfucker.
Peter: Do it then!
Ray: Son of a bitch. Monday I'll... I'll bring charges...
Peter: Shut up Ray!
Ray: I'll bring charges.
Peter: You said if I shut up you would shut up! Now shut up!
Ray: Get away from me you fat motherfucker.
Peter: I'm not a fat motherfucker asshole.
Ray: You ain't nothin' else.
Peter: Then shut up!
Ray: Only a fat piece of shit.
Peter: Shut up Ray!
Ray: Get away from me you son of a bitch!
Peter: I am not close to you. You shut your fucking mouth!
Ray: Shut up you fat motherfucker.
Peter: OK I'm gonna call the cops right now.
Ray: Call 'em.
Peter: Right.
Ray: Good. I'll prefer both charges. Federal and...
Peter: You go ahead. Federal and what? You [unintelligible]
Ray: And civil.
Peter: OK fine. I'll call 'em.
Ray: Good. Go ahead and call 'em.
Peter: Oh shut up you little man.
Ray: I'll prefer both charges.
Peter: What charges?
Ray: Federal and civil.
Peter: What are federal and civil?
Ray: You threw away my stuff while I was in the hospital.
Peter: Nobody stole your stuff you little man!
Ray: The hell you didn't you cocksucker [unintelligible]
Peter: Shut up you little cocksucker!
Ray: You don't...
Peter: Don't you understand language? You don't have to say cocksucker!
Ray: Go ahead and call 'em. I want to [unintelligible]
Peter: I wouldn't...
Ray: I'm [unintelligible] Monday anyway...
Peter: Please do it.
Ray: ...so we may as well call 'em now.
Peter: Please do it.
Ray: Call 'em now [unintelligible]
Peter: I will do it. But in the meantime shut up! Both Tony and I wanna go to sleep. So shut your fucking mouth!
Ray: Get this clear. I'm gonna...
Peter: Shut up!
Ray: ...prefer changes against you.
Peter: Go ahead.
Ray: Federal and civil.
Peter: Go ahead. They'll see what a boob you are.
Ray: No they won't.
Peter: You'll need hospitalization [unintelligible]
Ray: No. You'll end up in fuckin' prison.
Peter: [unintelligible] Nobody stole your check.
Ray: [unintelligible]
Peter: Nobody could be worried about that.
Ray: Oh you know you did it. Everybody knows you did it.
Peter: Oh everybody. Who's everybody?
Ray: All the security people. The...
Peter: Who is everybody?
Ray: Postman says he delivered it.
Peter: Oh that's for shit and you know it.
Ray: Well you steal everything every time I go to the hospital.
Peter: [unintelligible]
Ray: You did it this time and you did it last time.
Peter: Oh of course and I stole that thing that fits into the vegetable [unintelligible]
Ray: [unintelligible] You threw it in the fuckin' garbage.
Peter: Oh yes I threw it into the garbage. Of course I did.
Ray: Of course you did you lyin' cocksucker.
Peter: Oh yes. Of course. Yes. Yes.
Ray: You never was much of a fuckin' human bein' but...
Peter: [unintelligible] Shut up!
Ray: This time you're... this time you may end up in fuckin' prison.
Peter: You said you would shut up!
Ray: Well then shut up.
Peter: Then do it!
Ray: I will shut up. Get the fuck away from me you fat motherfucker.
Peter: Then shut up!
Ray: Lyin' cocksucker.
Peter: Where are the checks I wrote you for the rent? I want them.
Ray: None of your fuckin' business.
Peter: Uhh they are no good. There is no rent paid.
Ray: I catch you touchin' my fuckin' shit and so help me...
Peter: Uhh there is no rent paid!
Ray: I'll stick a fuckin'...
Peter: Goodnight sweet prince!
Ray: I stick a fuckin'...
Peter: Oh shut up! You said you'd be quiet then do it! You wanna stick me with that fork? You get back in there.
Ray: Touch my shit and [unintelligible]
Peter: I... I... Nobody ever touched your shit ever.
Ray: You're a lyin' son of a bitch you lyin' cocksucker.
Peter: "You're a lyin' son of a bitch!" You know how sick you are?
Ray: I'm not sick.
Peter: Tony is having to listen to this.
Ray: I'm not sick.
Peter: Tony is having to listen to this.
Ray: No. I don't give a shit. Take your fuckin' checks and stick 'em up your fuckin' ass. I don't need your fuckin' checks. I'm gonna put you in prison anyway.
Peter: Uhh I thought you were gonna be quiet.
Ray: Go ahead. Search my shit and get my checks. I don't give a shit. I'll put you in prison anyway. I intend to do that. I'm gonna put you in prison.
Peter: Tony you see what it is? He is just sick. I dunno what's wrong.
Ray: Take your fuckin' check and shove it up your fuckin' ass.
Peter: [unintelligible] to steal from him.
Tony: God damn.
Ray: Well you know I... I really do. I try to be decent. But I ain't gonna take shit like that. From nobody. I guess you... it was you. I ain't gonna take shit like that.
Peter: Shut up Ray.
Ray: I am not gonna take shit like that from you.
Peter: Shut up Ray!
Ray: I don't give a god damn. I ain't takin' shit like that from nobody.
Peter: You're drunk.
Ray: I'm an honest and decent man and I ain't gonna take no fuckin' shit from any cocksucker.
Peter: [unintelligible] you're a piece of shit.
Ray: God damn it I ain't gonna take it. I don't hafta take that shit and I ain't goin' to. Fuck it. I ain't takin' that shit from nobody.
Tony: I think that...
Ray: [unintelligible]
Tony: I... I don't believe it's one person that's stealin' from another of you you know and [unintelligible]
Ray: How's that?
Tony: I say I don't believe in... in one stealin' from another like we're [unintelligible]
Ray: Well you know...
Tony: Lord knows I wouldn't take a fuckin' cent [unintelligible]
Ray: Well when I came back from the hospital my records...
Tony: Lord knows that...
Ray: My records are gone right? You think I threw 'em away?
Tony: Lord knows that you wouldn't take a cent from me either.
Ray: You know damn well I didn't throw my records away. No that cocksucker did it.
Peter: I did not steal your records! You got them around here somewhere! It's your shit!
Ray: Yeah they're in the bottom of your fuckin' [unintelligible] maybe you cocksucker. You know.
Tony: God damn sure ain't in none of my fuckin' shit I know that.
Peter: Not in my shit!
Tony: I was gone. I...
Peter: Why don't you clean up your own life!
Tony: I'm out lookin' for a fuckin' job. I... I don't know where the fuck [unintelligible]
Peter: Why don't you clean up your own life Ray!
Ray: Tony I...
Peter: You have so much shit...
Tony: Really I... I dunno. I [unintelligible]
Peter: ...piled up around your bed!
Tony: I'm out tryin' for a fuckin' job [unintelligible]
Ray: Tony...
Peter: [unintelligible]
Ray: Tony I... I'm sorry to hear...
Peter: You dirty man!
Ray: I'm sorry you have to [unintelligible]
Tony: Fuckin' telephone calls.
Peter: I won't stand this any more!
Tony: Runnin' up the telephone bill. That's what the fuck I [unintelligible]. Which I paid for today.
Ray: Yeah.
Tony: I... I did it. I did that. You know.
Ray: Tony...
Tony: I paid for it today.
Ray: Tony, you know me. I'm not... I'm not [unintelligible]
Tony: I did. I ran the fuckin' phone bill up.
Ray: I think you've seen that... I... I am tryin' to believe [unintelligible]. I'm not...
Tony: I know you are Ray.
Ray: God damn it. I'm a mean motherfucker and I... I [unintelligible]
Peter: Ray you do not accuse me of taking stuff. Alright you're the one making the big thing. Now god damn it. You're gonna be... keep talking about it I'm gonna be out here talking about it too.
Ray: I wanna kill you right now. I think this conversation is over.
Peter: Then uhh shut your dirty little mouth up!
Ray: Just you shut your door you fuckin'...
Peter: I already have! I'm not gonna talk about it anymore!
Ray: You are shouting at me...
Peter: Here you go! Good night! That means don't talk any more! I don't want hear talk out here at all!
Ray: I'll say any fuckin' thing I wanna say any fuckin' time I want to.
Peter: Then I will sit right here.
Ray: Hey! [unintelligible] you cocksucker! It ain't none of your fuckin' business!
Peter: Sure as hell is.
Ray: I'll say any fuckin' thing I feel like sayin' any fuckin' time I wanna say it.
Peter: It sure as hell is.
Ray: You don't tell me when to stand up. I ask you to be quiet when you... jump on me.
Peter: You call me a fat man. I can still wear a thirty-two trousers fatty.
Ray: No.
Peter: These are thirty-two trousers.
Ray: You're a piece of shit.
Peter: OK I'm a piece of shit. Isn't that nice? You can't say anything nice about anybody can you?
Ray: I can...
Peter: All you can say, "you piece of shit."
Ray: [unintelligible]
Peter: [unintelligible]
Ray: You're the only person on earth I've ever called a piece of shit.
Peter: That isn't true.
Ray: That's true.
Peter: That is not true and you know it. You're lying again. Let Tony and me go to sleep.
Ray: Good. Shut your fuckin' mouth and you might be able to do it.
Peter: You understand that if you start talking again and you'll be out again! You stop it!
Ray: Then shut your fuckin' mouth you god damn loud mouth motherfucker!
Peter: Then do it!
Ray: Shut your fuckin' mouth.
Peter: Nobody else is talking. Just you.
Tony: [unintelligible] I don't know.
Ray: You didn't throw my records away huh?
Peter: No I didn't.
Ray: You didn't throw my fuckin'...
Peter: No I did not.
Ray: [unintelligible] with all my records that...
Peter: No I did not.
Ray: [unintelligible]
Peter: Why don't you go look for them through your crap?
Ray: They are not in my stuff!
Peter: But you know what?
Ray: You threw that shit away you lyin' son of a bitch!
Peter: Alright! Will you let Tony and me look through your crap? We'll be able to find it.
Ray: Absolutely. Go ahead. Look through my crap.
Peter: Not [unintelligible] now. Tomorrow morning.
Ray: Hey. When I went and told 'em...
Peter: Will you stop it?
Ray: When I went and told 'em my check was missin' the first time...
Peter: I know. You uhh you told them that I stole it. I did not.
Ray: No no I did not. I did not. The first question they asked, "did Peter Haskett take it"?
Peter: And you should...
Ray: They know you.
Peter: You should... no they don't. And should've been able to say, "he would never do it".
Ray: I did.
Peter: No you didn't.
Ray: But they don't believe me.
Peter: That is not true.
Ray: No they know you Peter.
Peter: God damn it! Shut up!
Ray: They know you.
Peter: Ray! Shut up!
Ray: They know you Peter.
Peter: That is not true and you know it!
Ray: Well they believe you did it even though I say no.
Peter: Ok isn't that neat?
Ray: They know you Peter.
Peter: Look.
Ray: They know somethin' about you.
Peter: Look. Little man! Little man! Little man! I try to make this a home! If you cannot stand it... uhh... get outta here!
Ray: You did not try to [unintelligible] home.
Peter: Will you shut up!
Ray: You tried to ruin [unintelligible]
Peter: We wanna go to sleep! I wanna go to sleep! Now shut up!
Ray: Good!
Peter: And do not start talking to Tony! Now god damn it stop it! If you wanna talk to Tony... I wanna talk to Tony... we do it in the morning! We do not do it now! Go to sleep!
Ray: Please... stop hollerin'.
Peter: Shut up!
Ray: Stop hollerin' Peter.
Peter: Shut up little man!
Ray: Please stop hollerin' Peter.
Peter: Shut up little man!
Ray: Don't touch me.
Peter: Then you... shut up!
Ray: Don't you ever put your hand on me again cocksucker.
Peter: You just shut up.
Ray: I'll kick the shit...
Peter: You wanna problem?
Ray: Don't you ever put...
Peter: You wanna problem?
Ray: Don't you ever put your hand on me again.
Peter: You want it? You want it? You wanna problem?
Ray: I don't wanna kill you.
Peter: You get back little man. You wouldn't... you wouldn't [unintelligible]
Ray: Don't you put your hand on me again.
Peter: Uh you shut up little man.
Ray: I don't....
Peter: Just shut up! I wanna go to sleep! Shut up! Do not talk to Tony! Tony do not talk to him! Let's all go to sleep! Turn off the lights and go to sleep!
Ray: Never put your hand on me again.
Peter: Silly little man! Why don't you turn off the light so Tony can go to sleep?
Tony: I'll do it.
Ray: Get out of here you cocksucker!
Peter: I am uhh... this is my home.
Ray: heh your home you fuckin'...
Peter: Yes it is!
Ray: [unintelligible]
Peter: Alright! Let's turn out the lights so Tony can go to sleep.
Ray: Good.
Peter: For God's sakes! It is after midnight.
Ray: He can't go to sleep until you quit your fuckin' hollerin' you dumb son of a bitch!
Peter: [unintelligible]
Ray: heh heh heh heh heh heh
Peter: Go ahead and mewl.
Ray: What a piece of shit that is. heh heh heh heh heh heh heh. heh I can't belive it. Well [unintelligible] anyway.
Peter: Nobody else is talking except you. We're all trying to go to sleep.
Ray: Shut up you dumb son of a bitch. Shut your fuckin' mouth.
Tony: [unintelligible]
Ray: When I set things out here I didn't bother [unintelligible]
Peter: Let's please go to sleep.
Ray: Peter asked... he asked me a question and I answered. If that's alright with you you dumb son of a bitch...
Peter: [unintelligible]
Ray: I answered the fuckin' question!
Peter: [unintelligible]
Ray: So shut your fuckin' mouth you dumb son of a bitch!
Peter: [unintelligible] morning.
Ray: God damn fuckin' cocksucker.
Peter: I'm not talking to you.
Ray: He asked me a question.
Peter: I am asking Tony please... we need some sleep.
Tony: Alright. Let's go get some sleep Ray. Hush up.
Peter: I will.
Tony: Everybody.
Peter: Right.
Tony: [unintelligible]
Ray: Good night.
Tony: Good night.
Ray: We'll see you in the mornin'.
Tony: [unintelligible]
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