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Scene: The poker guys drool over Mrs. Echolls by the pool
Song: A Little Bit More
Artist: Tony C and the Truth
Album: Demonophonic Blues
Lyrics:

I thought she was a nasty girl
And I was right
She's tying cherries up in knots with her tongue
I said I wish I may, I wish I might
Break me off a little some

Oh body left the lights on at motel six
Baby came complete with a whole bag o tricks
Brought the cuffs but she left the key
Showed me shit I ain't never even seen

I did it time and I liked it so I did it
Two times got addicted had to do it
Three times couldn’t help it
And the number four time was the best
She showed me how it was ‘sposed to go
Now give me a little bit more
Just a little bit more

She got more freak than lucky got charms
Got me swingin' deep like Barry Bonds
All night long it's a marathon
Was a supernatural phenomenon
The left side over to the right side
Baby said just let me ride, yeah
Let me come inside
Just like that

I did it time and I liked it so I did it
Two times got addicted had to do it
Three times couldn’t help it
And the number four time was the best
She showed me how it was ‘sposed to go
Now give me a little bit more
Just a little bit more

I'm gonna be talking trash while I smack that ass
Line the suckers up and send them back to class
I'm the sick mic mauler, the brawler, the yes ya’ller
That pussy always comes when I call her
Now give me a little bit more
Just a little bit more

I did it time and I liked it so I did it
Two times got addicted had to do it
Three times couldn’t help it
And the number four time was the best
She showed me how it was ‘sposed to go
Now give me a little bit more
Just a little bit more

Scene: Duncan recalls the poker game (flashback)
Song: Slow Hands
Artist: Interpol
Album: Antics
Lyrics:

Yeah but nobody searches
Nobody cares somehow
When the loving that you’ve wasted
Comes raining from a hapless cloud
And I might stop and look upon your face
Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze
See the living that surrounds me
Dissipate in a violet place

Can’t you see what you’ve done to my heart
And soul?
This is a wasteland now

We spies
We slow hands
Put the weights around yourself
We spies
Oh yeah we slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself now

I submit my incentive is romance
I watched the pole dance of the stars
We rejoice because the hurting is so painless
From the distance of passing cars
But I am married to your charms & grace
I just go crazy like the good old days
You make me want to pick up a guitar
And celebrate the myriad ways that I love you

Can’t you see what you’ve done to my heart
And soul?
This is a wasteland now

We spies
Yeah we slow hands
You put the weights around yourself
We spies
Oh yeah we slow hands
Killer, for hire you know not yourself

We spies
We slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself
We spies
Oh yeah we slow hands
We retire like nobody else
We spies
Intimate slow hands killer
For hire you know not yourself
We spies
Intimate slow hands
You let the face slap around herself

Scene: The guys poke fun at Logan about Rosie Perez during the poker game flashback
Song: Saturday Night
Artist: Ozomatli
Album: Street Signs
Lyrics:

Dip, dive, socialize, get ready for the Saturday nite

Imagine wakin' up solidarity is evident
Harmony rules time is irrelevant
People to places the message basic from raised fist to sit in resist to change shit
Peep this scenario to the future bro
2020 and some number of year ago
People rose up governments froze up
World wide block party everybody shows up
Up on rooftops, ghettos and hotspots
People celebrate no more souls rot
No more bloodshed over false deficit
Even hip hop gets a fuckin face lift
The latest fashion, stock markets crash in
It’s Saturday time to get the party crackin
If the time and the day is right
The revolution will begin this Saturday nite

Dip, dive, socialize, get ready for the Saturday nite

Futuristic I'm killin' em with every synonym
Sending 'em back with syllable venom up in em
Too terrific epitome of a pendulum
Digital rap got animal stamina in him
Son your soul and back bone where the clap come from
Action jackson matter of fact we
Move you from the front to the back see
Plug us up and then bump this new fat beat
When this drops stores out of stock on me
Shop 'til you drop homie that's not me
Rush and attack from the back on three
Stop on beat, shout world peace
Live from the block love peace oh please
We don't need bouncers or police
It’s Saturday night its nothing better
Spread the word that we coming together so come and help me now

Scene: The pizza turns up at the poker game (flashback)
Song: Camp-Fire
Artist: Starling Electric
Album: Clouded Staircase

Scene: Veronica plays cards with the guys, and wins
Song: Little Drummer Boy
Artist: The Dandy Warhols
Album: Little Drummer Boy EP

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