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It's a lung cancer issue
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Her favorite uncle
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Dead at fortyone.
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He's pretty!
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Okay! I wasn't sure
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Assail your ears for one night.
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It's her favorite band.
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You told me that part already.
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Hell, I've just been going over the whole thing in my head and
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Extremely unfortunate maneuver.
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The hell is that? What kind of 'guy just picks up a girl and carries her away while you're talking to her?
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Buttholus extremus. But hey, you're making progress.
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No, I ' m not.
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You humiliated the woman! Sacrifice yourself on the altar of dignity and even the score.
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Best case scenario, you're back on the payroll for awhile.
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Always a pleasure, Brucie.
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Didn't have you pegged for a Gigglepuss fan. Aren't they a little too preteen bellybutton ring for you?
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Fan of a fan. You see a couple of minors come in?
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Never
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Padua girls. One tall, decent body. The other one kinda short and undersexed?
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Just sent 'em through.
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Now don't get upset. Daddy, but there's this boy... and I think he might ask...
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No! You're not dating until your sister starts dating. End of discussion.
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What if she never starts dating?
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Then neither will you. And I'll get to sleep at night.
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But it's not fair she's a mutant, Daddy!
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But she doesn't want to date.
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Exactly my point
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Daddy, I
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And where're you going?
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If you must know, we were attempting to go to a small study group of friends.
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Otherwise known as an orgy?
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It's just a party. Daddy, but I knew you'd forbid me to go since "Gloria Steinem" over there isn't going
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Daddy, people expect me to be there!
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If Kat's not going, you're not going.
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Oh, God. It's starting.
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It's just a party. Daddy.
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Wear the belly before you go.
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Daddy, no!
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Just for a minute
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Promise me you won't talk to any boys unless your sister is present.
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Why?
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Because she'll scare them away.
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Daddy, I want to discuss the prom with you. It's tomorrow night
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The prom? Kat has a date?
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No, but
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It's that hot rod Joey, right? That ' s who you want me to bend my rules for?
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He's not a "hot rod". Whatever that is.
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You're not going unless your sister goes. End of story.
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Fine. I see that I'm a prisoner in my own house. I'm not a daughter. I'm a possession!
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I'm missing something.
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I have a date, Daddy. And he ' s not a captain of oppression like some men we know.
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Where've you been?
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Nowhere... Hi, Daddy.
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I have the potential to smack the crap out of you if you don't get out of my way.
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Can you at least start wearing a bra?
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Oh my God, does this mean you're becoming normal?
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It means that Gigglepuss is playing at Club Skunk and we're going.
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Oh, I thought you might have a date I don't know why I'm bothering to ask, but are you going to Bogey Lowenstein's party Saturday night?
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What do you think?
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I think you're a freak. I think you do this to torture me. And I think you suck.
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You're ruining my life' Because you won't be normal, I can't be normal.
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What's normal?
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Bogey Lowenstein's party is normal, but you're too busy listening to Bitches Who Need Prozac to know that.
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Can't you forget for just one night that you're completely wretched?
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At least I'm not a clouted fen sucked hedgepig.
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Like I'm supposed to know what that even means.
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It's Shakespeare. Maybe you've heard of him?
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Yeah, he's your freak friend Mandella's boyfriend. I guess since I'm not allowed to go out, I should obsess over a dead guy, too.
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You are so completely unbalanced.
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Can we go now?
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Bianca, I need to talk to you I need to tell you
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I really don't think I need any social advice from you right now.
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I don't get you. You act like you're too good for any of this, and then you go totally apeshit when you get here.
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You're welcome.
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Listen, I know you hate having to sit home because I'm not Susie High School.
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Like you care.
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I do care. But I'm a firm believer in doing something for your own reasons, not someone else ' s .
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I wish I had that luxury. I'm the only sophomore that got asked to the prom and I can't go, because you won ' t.
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Joey never told you we went out, did he?
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What?
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In 9th. For a month
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Why?
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He was, like, a total babe
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But you hate Joey
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Now I do. Back then, was a different story.
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As in...
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He said everyone was doing it. So I did it.
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You did what?
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Just once. Afterwards, I told him I didn't want to anymore. I wasn't ready. He got pissed. Then he broke up with me.
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But
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After that, I swore I'd never do anything just because "everyone else" was doing it. And I haven't since. Except for Bogey's party, and my stunning gastrointestinal display
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Why didn't you tell me?
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I wanted to let you make up your own mind about him.
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No. you didn't! If you really thought I could make my own decisions, you would've let me go out with him instead of helping Daddy hold me hostage.
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That's not
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I'm not stupid enough to repeat your mistakes.
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I guess I thought I was protecting you.
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God, you're just like him! Just keep me locked away in the dark, so I can't experience anything for myself
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Not all experiences are good, Bianca. You can't always trust the people you want to.
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