(Frank): You know, you’re wearing a striped shirt with a striped tie, you know that, right?
(Phelan): Yeah, I do it for the ladies.
(Frank): Oh – the ladies ever tell you that you look like a fucking optical illusion?
– You guys ought to come by Sunday for my birthday party.
embarrasing pause
– You guys ought to come by Sunday for my birthday party.
embarrasing pause .
– Yeah.
– Thanks, Jody.
– You don’t have to come…I was just…I was just saying.
– No, thanks.
– Thank you.
– Fuck Sunday.
– Hey…Fuck Sunday.
1:) I kissed my student
2:) Who the fuck do you think you are, R. Kelley?
Champagne for my real friends and real pain for my sham friends.
Champagne to my friends, and real pain to my sham friends
Champaigne for my real friends, and real pain for my sham friends.
Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin’ and dealin’ and schemin’. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Hasidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn’t know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin’ parade in the city. And don’t even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, ’cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and s
Fuck me? Fuck you. Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee man dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job. Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training – SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped-up biceps, going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my channel 35! Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of over-priced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speakee English. Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafes sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth, wheelin’ and dealin’ and schemin’. Go back where you fucking came from. Fuck the black-hatted Hasidim strolling up and down 47th Street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff selling South African apartheid diamonds. Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas-Gordon Gekko wannabe motherfuckers figuring out new ways to rob hardworking people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life. You think Bush and Cheney didn’t know about that shit? Give me a fucking break. Imclone. Adelphia. Worldcom. Fuck the Puerto Ricans. Twenty to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls. Worst fucking parade in the city. And don’t even get me started on the Dominicans ‘cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their Jason Giambi Louisville Sluggers baseball bats trying to audition for “The Sopranos.†Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their $50 Balducci artichoke. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched all taut and shiny
Fuck Osama Bin Laden!
fuck you
Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers peddling for money and grinning behind my back. The squeegee man dirtying up my clean windshield, get a fucking job. Fuck the *Seeks* and the Pakistani’s bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs and curry steaming out their pores and stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training – SLOW THE FUCK DOWN. Fuck the Chelsea boys with their wax chests and pumped up biceps, going down on each other in my parks and on my piers. Jingling their dicks on my channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of over-priced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastics. Ten years in the country and still “no speaka English.†Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in Café’s sipping tea in glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheeling and dealing and scheming. Go back where you fucking came from. Fuck the black Haddam in Hasidim strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff selling South African Apartie Diamonds. Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-stout masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe motherfuckers figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life. You think Bush and Cheney didn’t know about that shit? Give me a fucking break. Puerto Rican’s 20 to a car swelling up the welfare. World’s worst fucking parade in the city. And don’t even get me started with the Dumb-inicans cause they make the Puerto Rican’s look good. Italians with their pomaded hair and their nylon warm-ups with their St. Anthony medallions swinging like Jason GeHan Louisville Sluggers baseball bats trying to audition for the Skeek. Fuck the upper-east-side wives with their antique scarves and their Gucci artichokes. $400 new faces, getting pulled and lifted and stretched all taut and shiny. You’re not fooling anybody sweetheart. Fuck the uptown brothers; they n
Fuck you to. Fuck me. Fuck you. Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers peddling for money and grinning behind my back. The squeegee man dirtying up my clean windshield, get a fucking job. Fuck the seeks and the Pakistani’s bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs and curry steaming out their pores stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training – SLOW THE FUCK DOWN. Fuck the Chelsea boys with their wax chests and pumped up biceps, going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of over-priced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastics. Ten years in the country and still “no speaka English.†Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in Café’s sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheeling and dealing and scheming. Go back to where you fucking came from. Fuck the black Haddam in Hasidim strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff selling South African Apartie Diamonds. Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-stout masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe motherfuckers figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life. You think Bush and Cheney didn’t know about that shit? Give me a fucking break. Tyco, inclone, Adelphi, world com. Puerto Rican’s 20 to a car swelling up the welfare. World’s worst fucking parade in the city. And don’t even get me started with the Dumb-inicans cause they make the Puerto Rican’s look good. Fuck the Benson-Hurst Italians with their pomaded hair and their nylon warm-ups suit their St. Anthony medallions swinging like Jason Gambia Louisville Sluggers baseball bats trying to audition for the Skeek. Fuck the upper-east-side wives with their airmini scarves and their 50 dollar Valucci artichokes. Overfed faces, getting pulled and lifted and stretched all taut an
Heh, fuck you too.
Fuck me? Fuck you. Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers grubbing for money and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean winshield of my car, Get a fuckin job. Fuck the *Seeks* and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out of their pores, stinkin’ up my day. Terrorists in fucking training –SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea Boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps, going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jiggling their dicks on my Channel 35! Fuck the Korean Grocers with their pyramids of over-priced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic, ten years in the country still ‘no speaka English.’ Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafes, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin’ and dealin’ and scheming, go back where you fucking came from. Fuck the black Haddam in Hasidim strolling up and down 47th Street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff, selling South African Apartite Diamonds. Fuck the Wall Street Brokers, self-stout masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe motherfuckers figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life! You think Bush and Cheney didn’t know about that shit? Give me a fucking break. Tyco, Inclone, Adelphia, Worldcom. Fuck the Puerto Ricans, twenty to a car swelling up the welfare, world’s worst fuckin’ parade in the city. And don’t even get me started on the Dumb-inicans, cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good *wink*. Fuck the Benson Hearst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warmup suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging like Jason Giambi, Louisville Slugger baseball bats, trying to audition for The Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their hand made scarves, and their fifty dollar Gucci articho
I’m Irish, I don’t get drunk.
Monty : Why’d you get a tatoo or the flag of Puerto Rico? You’ve lived in America your entire life, you’ve been to Puerto Rico Twice, On Vacation!
Natural: I`m just taking pride in my heritage
Monty: Does that Mean I should get an Irish flag tatooed on my Ass.
This life came so close to never happening.
Yeah, fuck you, too.
Fuck me? Fuck you.
Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it.
Fuck the panhandlers grubbing for money, smiling at me behind my back.
Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windsheild of my car.
Get a fucking job.
Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out of their pores, stinking up my day.
Terrorists in fucking training.
Slow the fuck down!
Fuck the Chelsea Boys with their waxed chests and pumped-up biceps, going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jiggling their dicks on my channel 35.
Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of over priced fruits and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic.
Ten years in this country, still no speakee English.
Fuck the Russians on Brighton Beach.
Mobster thugs sitting in cafes, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth, wheelin’ and dealin’ and schemin’.
GO back where you fucking came from.
Fuck the black-hatted Hasidim strolling up and down 47th Street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff, selling South African apartheid diamonds.
Fuck the Wall Street brokers.
Self-styled masters of the universe.
Michael Douglas – Gordon Gekko wannabe mother fuckers figuring out new ways to rob hardworking people blind.
Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life.
You think Bush and Cheney didn’t know about that shit?
Give me a fucking break.
Worldcom.
Fuck the Puerto Ricans.
Twenty to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls.
Worst fucking parade in the city.
And don’t even get me started on the Dominicans, cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good.
Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians
with their pomade hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medalions, swinging their Jason Giambi Louisville Slugger baseball bats trying to audition for ‘The Sopranos’.
Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their $50 Balducci Artichoke.
Overfed faces getting pulled and lifte
You kissed your student. What are you, R Kelly?
You towel-headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal, irish ass!
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