![]() You'll try, and that little experiment will end in tears, my friend. Agent Type: What are you, her brother or something? It's none of your business, man. Harry: Walk away, don't think, just do it. Harry: You know what? You'd better be her doctor. I just love the name so much I can't get rid of it. ![]() The point is, I don't see another Goddamn narrator, so pipe down.ĭialogue Harry: Still gay? Gay Perry: Me? No, I'm knee-deep in pussy. Maybe you wonder how silly putty picks shit up from comic books. Anyway, by now you may wonder how I wound up here.I mean physically, not like a guy who's angry in a movie in the 1950's. And you? How 'bout it, filmgoer? Have you solved the case of the - the dead people in L.A.? Times Square audiences, please don't shout at the screen, and stop picking at that, it'll just get worse. I mention the underwear thing? He has a fucking conniption. I tell him about destiny he's shaking his head.Is that sick? I think… yeah… I think that's sick. Overwhelming sadness, meanwhile you got a Rodney. It was the first time I felt how pitying someone and wanting to fuck them can get all tangled up in your head. ![]() I was wetter than Drew Barrymore at a grunge club. ![]()
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