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I heard that.
Shit! Nigger you smoke enough sherm your dumb ass'll do a lot a crazy ass things. So you won't eat pussy? Motherfucker, you be up there suckin' niggers' dicks.
Heard that.
Damn skippy. He like it, too.
Me thinketh he doth protest too much.
Nigger, get real. You touch Jayne Kennedy she'll have you ass in Wayne County so fast
Nigger, back off, you ain't beatin' shit. Now what would you do.
I'm hip.
In fact, I'm gonna show you what I mean with a little demonstration. Big D, toss me that shotgun.
I'm pretty hungry. When I went to the store I was gonna get some DingDongs.
Well, fuck that shit, we'll get some real food. What would taste good. What do you think would taste good?
This should cover it, AuggieDoggie.
Okeedokee, DoggieDaddy.
The forager's back.
Thank God. I could eat a horse if you slap enough catsup on it.
I didn't get any chicken.
How come?
It's nine o'clock in the morning. Nothing's open.
Bye, Daddy! Hope to see you again real soon.
What kind of daughterly smackeroo was that?
Oh, hush up.
Tell him we gotta go.
Clarence says we gotta be hittin' it.
Tell him not to eat anything. We're gonna scarf when we get there.
Don't eat anything.
The letter I sent.
The letter he sent.
Has he looked through it yet?
Ya looked through it?
Tell him to look through it.
Get it.
No time. Gotta go. Just tell him to read the letter, the letter explains all. Tell him I love him. And tell him, as of tomorrow, all his money problems are over.
He can't. We gotta go, but he wants you to read the letter. The letter explains it all. He wants you to know he loves you. And he wants you to know that as of tomorrow, all of your money problems are over.
Byebye.
Now hang up.
... when my mom went into labor, my dad panicked. He never had a kid before, and crashed the car. Now, picture this: their car's demolished, crowd is starting to gather, my mom is yelling, going into contractions, and my dad, who was losing it before, is now completely screaming yellow zonkers. Then, out of nowhere, as if from thin air, this big giant bus appears, and the busdriver says, "Get her in here.". He forgot all about his route and just drove straight to the hospital. So, because he was such a nice guy, they wanted to name the baby after him, as a sign of gratitude. Well, his name was Waldo, and no matter how grateful they were, even if I'da been a boy, they would't call me Waldo. So they asked Waldo where he was from. And, so there you go.
And here we are.
Oh, look what happened. Oh god, I'm so sorry. Are you OK?
Yeah. I'm fine. It didn't hurt.
I'm the clumsiest person in the world.
It's OK. Don't worry about it. Accidents happen.
What a wonderful philosophy. Thanks for being such a sweetheart. You could have been a real dick.
Not at all. I, this guy here, he's Sonny Chiba.
The oriental.
The oriental in black. He's an assasin. Now, at the beginning he was hired to kill this guy the cops had. So he got himself arrested. They take him into the police station. And he starts kickin' all the cops' asses. Now, while keepin' them at bay, he finds the guy he was supposed to kill. Does a number on him. Kicks the cops' asses some more. Kicks the bars out of the window. And jumps out into a getaway car that was waiting for him.
Want some Goobers?
Thanks a lot.
I thought Sonny was the good guy.
He ain't so much good guy as he's just a bad motherfucker. Sonny don't be bullshittin'. He fucks dudes up for life. Hold on, a fight scene's coming up.
Great movie. Actionpacked!
Does Sonny kick ass or does Sonny kick ass?
Sonny kicks ass.
You shoulda saw the first original uncut version of the "Streetfighter". It was the only movie up to that time rated X for violence. But we just saw the R.
If that was the R, I'd love to see the X.
My name is Clarence, and what is yours?
Alabama Whitman. Pleased to meet ya.
Is that your real name? Really?
That's my real name, really. I got proof. See.
Where's your car? I'll walk you to it.
I took a cab.
You took a cab to see three kung fu movies?
Sure. Why not?
Nothing. It's just you're a girl after my own heart.
What time is it?
'Bout twelve.
I suppose you gotta get up early, huh?
No. Not particularly. How come?
Well, it's just when I see a really good movie I really like to go out and get some pie, and talk about it. It's sort of tradition. Do you like to eat pie after you've seen a good movie?
I love to get pie after a movie.
Would you like to get some pie?
I'd love some pie.
Well, enough about the King. How about you?
How 'bout me what?
Tell me about yourself.
There's nothing to tell.
C'mon. What're ya tryin' to be? The Phantom Lady?
What do you want to know?
Well, for starters, what do you do? Where're ya from? What's your favorite color? Who's your favorite movie star? What kinda music do you like? What are your turnons and turnoffs? Do you have a fella? What's the story behind you takin' a cab to the most dangerous part of town alone? And, in a theater full of empty seats, why did you sit by me?
Ask me them again. One by one.
What do you do?
I don't remember.
Where are you from.
Might be from Tallahassee. But I'm not sure yet.
What's your favorite color?
I don't remember. But off the top of my head, I'd say black.
What's your favorite movie star?
Burt Reynolds.
Would you like a bite of my pie?
Yes, I would.
Like it?
Very much. Now, where were we?
What kinda music do you like?
Phil Spector. Girl group stuff. You know, like "He's a Rebel".
What are your turnons?
Mickey Rourke, somebody who can appreciate the finer things in life, like Elvis's voice, good kung fu, and a tasty piece of pie.
Turnoffs?
I'm sure there must be something, but I don't really remember. The only thing that comes to mind are Persians.
Do you have a fella?
I'm not sure yet. Ask me again later.
What's the story behind you takin' a cab to the most dangerous part of town alone?

I heard that.

Shit! Nigger you smoke enough sherm your dumb ass'll do a lot a crazy ass things. So you won't eat pussy? Motherfucker, you be up there suckin' niggers' dicks.

Heard that.

Damn skippy. He like it, too.

Me thinketh he doth protest too much.

Nigger, get real. You touch Jayne Kennedy she'll have you ass in Wayne County so fast

Nigger, back off, you ain't beatin' shit. Now what would you do.

I'm hip.

In fact, I'm gonna show you what I mean with a little demonstration. Big D, toss me that shotgun.

I'm pretty hungry. When I went to the store I was gonna get some DingDongs.

Well, fuck that shit, we'll get some real food. What would taste good. What do you think would taste good?

This should cover it, AuggieDoggie.

Okeedokee, DoggieDaddy.

The forager's back.

Thank God. I could eat a horse if you slap enough catsup on it.

I didn't get any chicken.

How come?

It's nine o'clock in the morning. Nothing's open.

Bye, Daddy! Hope to see you again real soon.

What kind of daughterly smackeroo was that?

Oh, hush up.

Tell him we gotta go.

Clarence says we gotta be hittin' it.

Tell him not to eat anything. We're gonna scarf when we get there.

Don't eat anything.

The letter I sent.

The letter he sent.

Has he looked through it yet?

Ya looked through it?

Tell him to look through it.

Get it.

No time. Gotta go. Just tell him to read the letter, the letter explains all. Tell him I love him. And tell him, as of tomorrow, all his money problems are over.

He can't. We gotta go, but he wants you to read the letter. The letter explains it all. He wants you to know he loves you. And he wants you to know that as of tomorrow, all of your money problems are over.

Byebye.

Now hang up.

... when my mom went into labor, my dad panicked. He never had a kid before, and crashed the car. Now, picture this: their car's demolished, crowd is starting to gather, my mom is yelling, going into contractions, and my dad, who was losing it before, is now completely screaming yellow zonkers. Then, out of nowhere, as if from thin air, this big giant bus appears, and the busdriver says, "Get her in here.". He forgot all about his route and just drove straight to the hospital. So, because he was such a nice guy, they wanted to name the baby after him, as a sign of gratitude. Well, his name was Waldo, and no matter how grateful they were, even if I'da been a boy, they would't call me Waldo. So they asked Waldo where he was from. And, so there you go.

And here we are.

Oh, look what happened. Oh god, I'm so sorry. Are you OK?

Yeah. I'm fine. It didn't hurt.

I'm the clumsiest person in the world.

It's OK. Don't worry about it. Accidents happen.

What a wonderful philosophy. Thanks for being such a sweetheart. You could have been a real dick.

Not at all. I, this guy here, he's Sonny Chiba.

The oriental.

The oriental in black. He's an assasin. Now, at the beginning he was hired to kill this guy the cops had. So he got himself arrested. They take him into the police station. And he starts kickin' all the cops' asses. Now, while keepin' them at bay, he finds the guy he was supposed to kill. Does a number on him. Kicks the cops' asses some more. Kicks the bars out of the window. And jumps out into a getaway car that was waiting for him.

Want some Goobers?

Thanks a lot.

I thought Sonny was the good guy.

He ain't so much good guy as he's just a bad motherfucker. Sonny don't be bullshittin'. He fucks dudes up for life. Hold on, a fight scene's coming up.

Great movie. Actionpacked!

Does Sonny kick ass or does Sonny kick ass?

Sonny kicks ass.

You shoulda saw the first original uncut version of the "Streetfighter". It was the only movie up to that time rated X for violence. But we just saw the R.

If that was the R, I'd love to see the X.

My name is Clarence, and what is yours?

Alabama Whitman. Pleased to meet ya.

Is that your real name? Really?

That's my real name, really. I got proof. See.

Where's your car? I'll walk you to it.

I took a cab.

You took a cab to see three kung fu movies?

Sure. Why not?

Nothing. It's just you're a girl after my own heart.

What time is it?

'Bout twelve.

I suppose you gotta get up early, huh?

No. Not particularly. How come?

Well, it's just when I see a really good movie I really like to go out and get some pie, and talk about it. It's sort of tradition. Do you like to eat pie after you've seen a good movie?

I love to get pie after a movie.

Would you like to get some pie?

I'd love some pie.

Well, enough about the King. How about you?

How 'bout me what?

Tell me about yourself.

There's nothing to tell.

C'mon. What're ya tryin' to be? The Phantom Lady?

What do you want to know?

Well, for starters, what do you do? Where're ya from? What's your favorite color? Who's your favorite movie star? What kinda music do you like? What are your turnons and turnoffs? Do you have a fella? What's the story behind you takin' a cab to the most dangerous part of town alone? And, in a theater full of empty seats, why did you sit by me?

Ask me them again. One by one.

What do you do?

I don't remember.

Where are you from.

Might be from Tallahassee. But I'm not sure yet.

What's your favorite color?

I don't remember. But off the top of my head, I'd say black.

What's your favorite movie star?

Burt Reynolds.

Would you like a bite of my pie?

Yes, I would.

Like it?

Very much. Now, where were we?

What kinda music do you like?

Phil Spector. Girl group stuff. You know, like "He's a Rebel".

What are your turnons?

Mickey Rourke, somebody who can appreciate the finer things in life, like Elvis's voice, good kung fu, and a tasty piece of pie.

Turnoffs?

I'm sure there must be something, but I don't really remember. The only thing that comes to mind are Persians.

Do you have a fella?

I'm not sure yet. Ask me again later.

What's the story behind you takin' a cab to the most dangerous part of town alone?