Fat Bastard trailer

Fat Bastard trailer

Fat Bastard - Trailer



(Establishing Shot)


Fade In:


-(     )...It's that Fat Bastard, he's eating more sandwiches than he's selling—That's why he can't pay us.


Dissolve To:


(Ext. Street, Favor on Vinnie Baguette)


-Where's the money for the sandwiches! ...rat bastard.

-Fat Bastard.  His name is Fat Bastard.

-Fat Bastard.  Whatever!


(Intercut)


-And check his wallets, too.

-Uh, sir?  He's only got one wallet.

-Well then, check that one... I'm working with idiots.  And where the fuck is Jimmy?  Has anyone seen Jimmy the Bitch?

- (EatKhash from Boston) Have you checked the baaaaars?


Cut To

(Int. Office, Rich Furniture)


-(Vinnie Baguette) Sir, we gouged his eyes out, like you said.

-(Chad NewBrunswick) What do you mean, "Gouged his eyes?"

-We gouged them out.  We took 'em out.

-They're gone?

-Both of them.

-Let me ask you something: Are you a seeing eye-dog?

-(laughs) No...why?

-How the fuck is he going to get my sandwich money if he can't see!

-But, Boss, you said—

-I meant threaten him!  You took the poor guy's eyes out.

-Oh, jeez, Boss...when you say it like that...

-Go on, get out of here.

-So you're not mad, boss?


...


-(Vinnie Baguette), Sir, they're here with the guy.

-(Chad NewBrunswick) What guy?

-(Vinnie Baguette) You know, the guy—the guy with the thing.

-(Chad NewBrunswick) Which one?

-(Vinnie Baguette) That—that bastard.

-(Chad NewBrunswick) Fat Bastard or the rat bastard with the simulcast?

-(Vinnie Baguette) Fat Bastard, definitely.

-(Chad NewBrunswick) Show him in.

-(Vinnie Baguette) C'mere you sonuvabitch—

-(Chad NewBrunswick) Christ, I meant help him in; he's got no eyes.

-(Vinnie Baguette) Here he is, Boss.


Enter Fat Bastard


-(Chad NewBrunswick) Where's the money from the sandwiches?

-(Fat Bastard) You guys didn't have to blind me, you sons of bitches.  I can get the money—you

-(Chad NewBrunswick) I apologize; that was an oversight.

-(Fat Bastard) Mother Joseph and Heaven,  I can't fuckin see!

-(Chad NewBrunswick) Look, what's done is done.

-(Fat Bastard) I can't piss without running into a wall.

-(Vinnie Baguette) How do you wipe your ass?

-(Fat Bastard) Fuck you, you rat bastard!  

-(Vinnie Baguette) Watch it now! You the Fat Bastard.  

-(Chad NewBrunswick) That's enough, both of yous.  Vinnie, get the car.


Exit Vinnie


-(Chad NewBrunswick) Where's the money?

-(Fat Bastard) I can get it.

-(Chad NewBrunswick) For your eyes, I'm going to give you a week to find your way around to getting it.  You're lucky to be alive.  You're lucky it was just your eyes.  (passing Fat Bastard as he exits the room)

(Fat Bastard) How do I get out of here?

- (Chad NewBrunswick, pauses) ...I'll send Vinnie to get you.


Exit Chad NewBrunswick


(Fat Bastard, under his voice) ...sonuvabitch!


...


(A porky blind bastard enters the bar with a walking stick)

 
(Murmurs among the patrons)
...it's Fat Bastard
...that rat bastard
...The Director of the Chandelier Factory 
...I mean, there's faggedaboudid and  faggedaboudid.
...Everyday there was a new chandelier on our ceiling
...ah, faggedaboudid
...I dunno, you hungry? We don't want no sandwiches, Fat Bastard.
-(Barkeep) No sandwiches today, Fat Bastard?
- (Jimmy the Bitch) Hey, how's about lay off, huh?  The man's paid his debt.
-(barkeep) Yea, all right, all right.  Here's a beer and pickled eggs, on the house. Is that good, Fat Bastard?
- (Fat Bastard) Yea, that's good.
- (Just Proschut) And get him a sandwich.
- (Jimmy the Bitch) No, no sandwiches.... No more sandwiches.
- (barkeep) Hey Fat Bastard, you should get one of them seeing eye dogs.
- (Jimmy the Bitch) That's good thinking Lou.  Serve you blind, they will, even when you get the blues. 
- (barkeep) Loyalty like you've never seen, Fat Bastard.
-(Jimmy The Bitch)  You should look into it.
- (Fat Bastard) Yea, I'll do that Jimmy. 
-(voices among the bar)
...my goomah had one of them German Shepards, three times a day it—

...you ain't had no goomah since your wife found out



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