1) Looking after your kids is a pain in the ass I don’t need. 2) You calling my kids a pain in the ass? 1) Oh, no sir! They’re not a pain in the ass, it is the situation that’s a pain in the ass. 2) …No, you were right the first time. They’re a pain in the ass.
1)But I’ve never even met you people before. You’re complete strangers. 2)Everybody starts out as strangers Ted; its where we end up that counts.
1)Obviously I have come at a very bad time. 2)Lets not beleaguer the fact that you have no sense of timing, the fact is you’re here.
1: Betty’s going to kill me. 2: Who’s Betty?! 1: the boss. 2: Oh good.
1: If she doesn’t get his goop in ten minutes, I’ll go in there and get it myself. 2: That’d be a first for you.
1: Is that the penthouse? 2: Why yes it is.
1: Look, I’m not playing this game anymore. 2: Don’t worry, it’ll all be over soon, then you can go home to mommy, Theodore.
1: Now don’t open yours eyes or it’ll burn, burn, burn. 2: Did you ever open your eyes? 1: Yes I did, and look at me now. 2,3: We can’t. 1: Excatly!
1: Put out your hand like this and smile. Now if the cocksucker doesn’t pay you, just say to yourself, fuck you jack.
1: Tell me, how long have the others been there? 2: Bout an hour, one hour
1: What kind of gun was it? 2: I don’t know, i’m not a gun guy. 1: Was it like Dirty Harry’s gun? 2: Yeah something like that yeah. 1: Did it have a long or short barrel? 2: What difference does it make?! 1: For one its the difference between a forty four magnum and a magnum three fifty seven. 2: Who the fuck cares whether it was a forty four or a three ninety two, it was a big fucking gun, it was loaded and it was pointed right at my fucking head!
1: What’s up Ted. 2: What’s up, sir.
1: Why don’t you just shut the fuck up bitch! 2: bitch? 1: Bitch! 2: um excuse me but aren’t you the one that’s being paid to suck his cock, cork boy.
1: Would you please stop talking about his cock! 2: But its hard to stop talking about something so huge.
1: You wanna make five hundred dollars 2: Sure 1: How bout three 2: three hundred dollars? 1: Yeah 2: Okay. 1: My children are staying here alone tonight, I want you to check up on them every thirty minutes. 2: Check up on them? 1: Yeah, make sure they’re all right, make sure they go to bed. 2: Sir, I could send down for a baby sitting service. 1: No, I don’t trust babysitters. My children are safer alone then with some fucked up bonefied babysitter I don’t know from the man in the fucking moon.
A whole lot of motherfuckers saw that movie.
Check it out, T and A!
Did it look like Dirty Harry’s gun?
Dip them in the milk!
Everybody starts out as strangers, Ted. It’s where we end up that counts.
Fucking cristall!
Fucking good, Ted, fucking good.
Get your ass up here and call the police because there’s a dead body iup here and it looks like shit and it smells even worse and if you don’t help us, my dad is gonna lay you down right next to her. I swear to fucking god!
GET YOUR SKANKY ASSES THE FUCK OUTA HERE!
Hell of a night eh Ted?
Hello Betty. Problem? I haven’t got a problem. I’ve got fucking problems, plural. Wannu hear? Well most recently there’s room 309. There’s this crazy mexican gansta dude poking his finger in my chest. There’s his hooligan kids snappin they’re fingers in my face. There’s a putrid rotting corpse of dead whore stuffed in the springs of the bed. There’s rooms blazin afire. There’s a big fat needle from god knows where stuck in my leg, infecting me with god knows what. And then there’s me, walkin out the door, right f*cking now. Buenos Noches.
Help me out here, I’ve got on this fifty bucks.
Here are the rules, don’t break the rules and I won’t break your necks.*SNAP* Someone said that to me when I was was a kid, only they weren’t joking.
i don’t have a ‘problem’. i have problems…plural.
I don’t have a Problem…I have Fucking Problems…Plural.
I don’t mean to upset you further sir, but I do think she was trying to say yes.
I give you the sweat of five men’s thighs.
I have absolutely NO IDEA!
I took Rin Tin Tin out for a shit for Christ sakes.
I was told. No sex with the cliental.
If she doesn’t get his goop in five minuets, i’m going in and getting it myself!
If they can sow that guys dick back on they can sow Norman’s little pinky back on.
Okay here are the rules. Don’t break the rules and I won’t break your necks. SNAP! One time someone said that to me when I was a kid, only they weren’t joking. The rules are simple. Don’t do anything you wouldn’t do if your parents were here. If there’s an emergency call me on the phone like your dad said. And if your good I’ll bring you up some milk and cookies.
Once upon a time, I had a wittle bunny wabbit, and his name was Teddy. He looked real cute nibblin on Angela’s ear, and picturing you doing it really fuckin razes me. So don’t let me stop you Theodore.
please stop talking about his cock!!!!!!!
Police, get someone over here RIGHT FUCKING NOW!
Problem…I have Fucking Problems…Plural.
She’s lying Sigfried, I swear to God.
Sleep tight, all night, and I won’t tell your parents about the champange.
So, since you’re gonna be stuck remembering this moment for the rest of your life, you gotta decide what that memory will be. So, are you gonna remember for the next forty years, give or take a decade, how you refused a thousand dollars for one second’s worth of work, or how you made a thousand dollars for one second’s worth of work?
Start nibbling mother fucker!
Ted…the name’s Ted. Yes my mother did me the dis-service of naming me Theodore…and I haven’t a clue to how you know that because everyone who knows that is thousands of fucking miles away from here! Do you any idea…the faintest idea what it’s like to show up at school and find yourself surrounded by the maladjusted? And there you stand…little lord fulcnoroy…ever want a bonnet…give it a try sometime. Because no one is EVER going to call me Theodore again…let alone…Theo, the thumper.
That’s fucking asses in fucking seats.
The less a man makes declarative statements, the less aptest to look foolish in retrospect.
The names Ted. Ted. Yes my mother did me the service of naming me Theordore. And I haven’t a clue as to how you know that because everyone who knows that is thousands of fucking miles away. Have you and idea, the faintest idea what its like to arrive at school and find yourself sourounded by the malijusted! Ever worn a bonnet, give it try sometime. So shoot me now, becuase no one is ever going to call me Theodore again. Let alone Theo the thumper.
there’s a dead WHORE in the mattress!
Was it like Dirty Harry’s gun?
We – want – YOU – to be – THE DICEMAN.
We haven’t got A problem. We’ve got fucking problems plural!
Well most recently there’s room 309. There’s this scary mexican gangster dude pokin his finger in my chest. There’s his hulligan kids runnin a muck. This rooms blazin a fire. There’s a big fat needle stuck in my leg infecting me with god knows what. And then theres me wakin out a door right fuckin now. bueanios noceas.
Well, for one thing, it’s the difference between a .44 Magnum and a .357 Magnum.
What I really want to be is a midwife. I’ve attended four births already. I can prevent vaginal tears and everything.
You sound a little down, hasn’t this been the happiest of New Years?
You were fucked by an oven of witches?
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