1) I’m the Little Red Riding Hood and you’re the wolf. What strong arms you have! 2) The better to squeeze farts out of you, my dear.1) What long nails you have! 2) The better to scratch your ass with. 1) Oh, what a lot of fur you have! 2) The better to let your crabs hide in. 1) Ooh, what a long tongue you have! 2) The better to… to stick in your rear, my dear. 1) What’s this for? 2) That’s your happiness and my… my ha-penis. 1) Peanuts? 2) Schlong. Wienerwurst. Cazzo. Bite. Prick! Joint!
1) You know, you’re old! You’re getting fat. 2) Fat is it? How unkind. 1) Half of your hair is out and the other half is almost white. 2) Well in ten years, you’ll be playing soccer with your tits, what do you think of that? And you know what I’m gonna be doing? 1) You will be on a… wheelchair! 2) Well, maybe. But, you know… I’ll be smirking and giggling all the way to eternity.
Beauty of mine, sit before me. Let me peruse you and remember you… always like this
Get the butter.
I picked up a nail in Cuba in ’49 and now I’ve got a prostate like an Idaho potato. But I’m still a good stickman, even if I can’t have any kids. Anyway, to make a long, dull story even duller, I come from a time when a guy like me could pick up a young chick like you and call her ‘bimbo’.
I’m 45. I’m a widower. I own a little hotel.
I’m awfully sorry to intrude, but I was so… struck with your beauty that I thought perhaps I could offer you a glass of champagne. Is this seat taken ?
Let’s look at each other.
Listen, that’s not a subway strap, that’s me cock!
No. No, I don’t – I don’t want to know your name. You don’t have a name, and I don’t have a name either. No names here. Not one name.
Our children… Our children… Our children… will remember.
Our marriage was nothing more than a foxhhole for you. And all it took for you to get out was a 35-cent razor and a tub full of water. You cheap, goddamn, fucking, godforsaken whore, I hope you rot in hell.
There’s some butter in the kitchen. Go get the butter.
You know on the top of the closet? The cardboard box, I found all your…all your little goodies. Pens, keychains, foreign money, French ticklers, the whole shot. Even a clergyman’s collar.
I didn’t know you collected all those little knick-knacks left behind. Even if a husband lives… 200 fucking years, he’s never going to be able to discover his wife’s real nature.
You look ridiculous in that make-up. Like the caricature of a whore.
A little touch of Mommy in the night. ‘Fake Ophelia drowned in the bathtub’. I wish you could see yourself. You’d reallly laugh. You’re your mother’s masterpiece. Christ! There are too many fucking flowers in this place. I can’t breathe.
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