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Then what the hell are you talking about? | Well...I guess it's okay for me to tell you now. That reputation of his isn't going anywhere. Finch comes to me and says, "Jessica, I need help with this, blah blah, etcetera." So I told him, pay me two- hundred bucks, and I'll tell a couple girls that you're dynamite in bed. So he did, and I did. |
Well...I guess it's okay for me to tell you now. That reputation of his isn't going anywhere. Finch comes to me and says, "Jessica, I need help with this, blah blah, etcetera." So I told him, pay me two- hundred bucks, and I'll tell a couple girls that you're dynamite in bed. So he did, and I did. | I don't get it, that really works? |
I don't get it, that really works? | Duh. Of course. Naturally, I embellished a little bit. Hey, did you hear that Finch had sex with an older woman? |
At least now I know what the hell they're saying. | So, does my hair look better -- like this, or... like this? |
What about you? You're the one with the girlfriend and you're still stranded on third base. | You know, I've never got that shit. What exactly constitutes third base? |
Ow, what the hell? | Sorry, I thought you were dead. |
Hey, where's Finch? | Went home to shit. |
Went home to shit. | I don't get it. How does a guy like that get this sudden reputation? |
You can send me the address too. | Well...dammit, if I'm doing this, how the hell am I gonna watch? |
Well...dammit, if I'm doing this, how the hell am I gonna watch? | I'll save you a seat. |
Oh boy oh God oh crap oh no. | Come on, Jim. Where are you? |
Holy shit. | Holy shit! |
This'll do. | Now, I have two rubbers. Wear them both, it'll desensitize you. I don't want you coming so damn early. |
Now, I have two rubbers. Wear them both, it'll desensitize you. I don't want you coming so damn early. | Why, uh, what makes you think that I -- |
Why, uh, what makes you think that I -- | Come on. I saw you on the net. Why do you think I accepted this date? You're a sure thing! |
Stifler, you're such an asshole. | Meyers, what's the deal with you and Vicky, anyway? You've been going out since Homecoming and all she'll do is blow you? Shit, I'd drop her like a steaming turd. |
Ho-lee shit. | This just got a hell of a lot better. |
I was being selfish. And majorly insensitive. And I'm a total idiot. | I think "shithead" really says it. |
I think "shithead" really says it. | Yes! I'm a shithead! I'm a complete and total shithead! |
And I want to make things perfect for you. You're right, Kev, we do have something good...and special. | Yeah, we have something great, Vick. |
Yeah, we have something great, Vick. | Kevin... I want to have sex with you. |
Then she said -- she loves me. | Oh shit dude, the L-word! |
And little hurly-burly came by in her curly-wurly, and asked me if I needed I ri-hide -- | How the hell do you know all these random songs? |
How the hell do you know all these random songs? | It's early Springsteen, dude, this is classic. This was before the cheesy remake. |
I put in months of quality time with Vicky. Sherman meets a chick for one night and scores? This is just wrong. | No shit, I'm never gonna get laid. How the hell am I gonna become this Mr. Sensitive Man? |
The Sha-lin masters from east and west must unite! | Guys, guys -- you're ruining my fucking moment here. Now think about it -- |
<u>Yeah</u>! | Well, just don't expect Oz to pay for the limo. |
Well, just don't expect Oz to pay for the limo. | Stifler, fuck -- ...man, you don't have to be so insensitive. |
Oh my fucking God. You're gay. | Come on, you know the words, sing along. |
Come on, you know the words, sing along. | No thanks, you've been singing that shit all week. If you try that at MSU this Saturday, I'm pretending I don't know you. |
Let's face it. It's a, how do you say... mother-fucker. But we're all in it together. That's why we're trying to help you. | Exactly. |
Ha ha. You were probably right about his mom. | Hope I didn't hurt him too bad. |
Hope I didn't hurt him too bad. | Who gives a shit? I've had it up to here with arrogant Frenchmen. |
Who gives a shit? I've had it up to here with arrogant Frenchmen. | Up to there? Really? I bet I could beat that. |
Up to there? Really? I bet I could beat that. | Ha ha! Yeah right, white boy! Ha Ha ha. I think maybe I drank too much. |
Ha ha! Yeah right, white boy! Ha Ha ha. I think maybe I drank too much. | Ah. The mating call of the blonde. The night is young, the moon is bright, whataya feel like doing tonight? |
Ah. The mating call of the blonde. The night is young, the moon is bright, whataya feel like doing tonight? | I don't know... Surprise me. |
Ha-ha! | Oh, big man. You can beat up a couple of cadavers. Well let me make something real clear, asshole. If you don't kill yourself, at midnight tonight you're gonna transform and murder innocent people! |
Oh fuck, you are his nephew... | Yeah, that's the word. And you are? |
Yeah, that's the word. And you are? | Serafine Flocquet. I work for your uncle. |
Serafine Flocquet. I work for your uncle. | You? You're Madame Flocquet? I pictured a fat lady with an apron, not - I don't know - La Femme Nikita. |
Salots! Shitfucker! | What? |
What? | If you leave it for more than a few minutes it locks up. Now I must reboot and type a dozen fucking passwords. He was security crazy. |
What good can you do? Why are you being so fucking stupid? | Maybe I didn't know him like you did. But he's my uncle. And I owe it to him to get some answers. It's a quest like, uh, Hemingway, the Old Man and The Sea. Except instead of an old man I'm a young man, and instead of the sea, it's a bunch of tunnels under Paris. And instead of a big fish it's... who knows? That's what... |
Fan-fucking-tastic? | Hey, what more could I want? I survived my first and last hallucinogenic hellride, and neither of us is dead. I'd say I feel almost as great as you look. |
Shit! You bought enough pate for a fucking army! | So tell me, exactly which truck driver did you study English with? |
Like I should talk. Monsieur foot-in- the-mouth. I'm really sorry about that whole Woody Allen thing... | So's Woody Allen. No, your uncle really helped me. I was sort of messed up for a while. Wasting my time just partying and... just stupid shit. He kind of woke me up, gave me a job, got me taking classes. You know, he and Claude, their work is controversial, but they're serious about it. Totally dedicated. |
So's Woody Allen. No, your uncle really helped me. I was sort of messed up for a while. Wasting my time just partying and... just stupid shit. He kind of woke me up, gave me a job, got me taking classes. You know, he and Claude, their work is controversial, but they're serious about it. Totally dedicated. | That's what counts. If you're not passionate about it, don't waste your time. That's why I quit college... Plus I'm a lazy bastard. Wait, I know this... A votre sante. |
That's what counts. If you're not passionate about it, don't waste your time. That's why I quit college... Plus I'm a lazy bastard. Wait, I know this... A votre sante. | A la votre. |
Fixing your makeup with a phone, huh? Who the fuck are you calling? | Professor Roussel. There's something wrong with you. I know it. |
Professor Roussel. There's something wrong with you. I know it. | Roussel? You mean Claude? You're calling Dr. Demento so he can come paint my face again? Fuck that. |
You two faced bastard. I knew you were full of shit. | Andy! No! |
Andy... I should never have let you go underground. I'm sorry... | I had to be a damn Hemingway hero. Well I'll tell ya, the old man and the sea didn't go through half this shit. |
You made me go there. I tried to stop you! You wouldn't listen! | What was I? Your idea of a fuckin' hors d'oeuvre? Huh? |
What was I? Your idea of a fuckin' hors d'oeuvre? Huh? | Shut up! You fucking shut up! What do you want? Huh? What the hell do you want? |
GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!! | "Fuck"? You think I don't know this word "fuck"? Is that how you talk to policemen in America? |
There's something down there! A bear or something! A god damn monster! Beau coup teeth! Huge, Grande, with yellow eyes, all this hair, it killed Serafine! My God... | You on drugs? Huh? |
You on drugs? Huh? | No... I... |
Where's the ADM? Where did your uncle put it? | Man, I don't know what the fuck you're talking about. |
Man, I don't know what the fuck you're talking about. | Bullshit! Your uncle told you! |
Bullshit! Your uncle told you! | My uncle's in a coma you moron! |
My uncle's in a coma you moron! | Before the coma! |
Before the coma! | He didn't tell me anything. All he said was Saint Severin... |
Saint Severin? The church? So you know all about the ADM! Where is it! Tell me! Tell me or else! | Or else what? You'll kill me? |
Or else what? You'll kill me? | No. But I'll kill your fucking girlfriend! |
No. But I'll kill your fucking girlfriend! | You'll never get the chance. |
Don't be an idiot! I'm not the only one. If I die, Serafine dies! | Bullshit! You're bluffing! |
Bullshit! You're bluffing! | What, you think Claude hangs out underground cause he likes to dance? |
Do you think I'm an idiot? | Sure. Don't you? |
You bastard! God! I should've known. You wanted the cure all for yourself! | Cure!? Ha-ha-ha! |
We know you were with her. | Oh shit... No... |
Oh shit... No... | That's not all... Marcel - Officer Boulard was following you. |
That's not all... Marcel - Officer Boulard was following you. | Oh no... no.... |
All my life I've worked to unlock the power of the unconscious mind. Well this is it. This is power! | You sure it's not just 'coz you jerk off too much? |
Undead. Right. Sort of an ectocosmic manifestation. What a pisser. Tell you one thing though, Timothy Leary will be jealous as hell. | Great, but listen, I need to know where you hid the ADM? |
Great, but listen, I need to know where you hid the ADM? | The ADM! Be careful, Andy. It's very powerful. How do you know about it? |
The ADM! Be careful, Andy. It's very powerful. How do you know about it? | I went to St. Severin church. Now look - |
Oh shit! No! Andy, don't let them take me back there! | The ADM! Quickly! Where is it?! |
Uncle Terrence, you're... | Yeah, I finally "checked out", thank God. But there's a bit of unfinished business. |
Yeah, I finally "checked out", thank God. But there's a bit of unfinished business. | Claude. |
Claude. | I never thought I'd ask this of anyone, Andy, but do me a favor and kill the evil son-of-a-bitch, will you? |
I'm afraid she's not so lucky. She's undead. And so am I. | Aaaaa!!! Get the fuck away from me! |
Aaaaa!!! Get the fuck away from me! | What are you so damn angry about? Did somebody turn into a wild beast and rip your intestines out? Huh? |
Fuck you! If I'm gonna kill myself I'll do it when I'm good and ready! You can go to hell! | No we can't. That's the problem. God knows it would beat hanging around with you! |
What the hell, lots of my heroes killed themselves. Hemingway, Van Gogh... um... Herve Villachaise... | But this is class kid, all the way. What a way to go. |
Okay. So he's weird. Maybe on drugs. Still, that's not - | I'm telling you. It's not drugs. It's something more. Someth - |
I'm telling you. It's not drugs. It's something more. Someth - | Don't give me your black magic bullshit! Seven mutilations in forty eight hours and all you find is a scrawny American boy? Do you have a motive? Do you have a weapon? Or do you want me to believe he did it with his own two hands? |
Don't give me your black magic bullshit! Seven mutilations in forty eight hours and all you find is a scrawny American boy? Do you have a motive? Do you have a weapon? Or do you want me to believe he did it with his own two hands? | I told you. These murders are not normal. |
No, it's no cure. It's something much more interesting. | You fucking liar! |
You fucking liar! | Oh, did I hurt the little girl's feelings? Well excusez moi... I confess my desire for ADM is quite "intense". So I deceived you and our poor friend Terry - a competent technician, but let's face it, a bit naive. "The great cure for lycanthropy!" Hmph. He didn't have the vision to grasp the potential of ADAM, until it ... |
I-I-I-I would leave out the men's- room attendant. | You're using this conspiracy theory as an excuse to avoid sex with me. |
You're using this conspiracy theory as an excuse to avoid sex with me. | Oh, my God! She's right! Why did I turn off Allison Portchnik? She was-she was beautiful. She was willing. She was real... intelligent. Is it the old Groucho Marx joke? That-that I-I just don't wanna belong to any club that would have someone like me for a member? |
Look, while we're talking we could be inside, you know that? | Hey, can we not stand here and argue in front of everybody, 'cause I get embarrassed. |
Hey, can we not stand here and argue in front of everybody, 'cause I get embarrassed. | Alright. All right, all right, so whatta you wanna do? |
Alright. All right, all right, so whatta you wanna do? | I don't know now. You-you wanna go to another movie? So let's go see The Sorrow and the Pity. |
I don't know now. You-you wanna go to another movie? So let's go see The Sorrow and the Pity. | Oh, come on, we've seen it. I'm not in the mood to see a four-hour documentary on Nazis. |
Oh, come on, we've seen it. I'm not in the mood to see a four-hour documentary on Nazis. | Well, I'm sorry, I-I can't... I-I- I've gotta see a picture exactly from the start to the finish, 'cause- 'cause I'm anal. |
Well, I'm sorry, I-I can't... I-I- I've gotta see a picture exactly from the start to the finish, 'cause- 'cause I'm anal. | H'h, that's a polite word for what you are. |
Alvy, I... | What-what-what-what's the matter? |
What-what-what-what's the matter? | I-you know, I don't wanna. |
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