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: [playing "Hollywood Squares" with Andy
] Oh, oh. Rosie O'Donnell. Tell him to get Rosie. Kenneth
: Oh, yeah. Rosie. Tucker
: No, too easy. Give him something hard. Ana
: You guys had really rough childhoods, didn't you? Little bit rocky? Steve
: Hey, sweetheart. Let me tell you something. You, uh, you have my permission. I ever turn into one of those things? Do me a favor, blow my fucking head off. Ana
] Oh, yeah, you can count on that.
: Excuse me, not to shit on anyone's riff here, but let me see if I grasp this concept, okay? You're suggesting that we take some fucking parking shuttles and reinforce them with some aluminum siding, and then just head on over to the gun store where we watch our good friend Andy play some cowboy-movie, jump-on-the-covered-wagon bullshit? Then we're going to drive across the ruined city through a welcome committee of a few hundred thousand dead cannibals. All so we can sail off into the sunset on this fucking asshole's boat?
[Points to Steve
: Head for some island that for all we know doesn't even exist? Kenneth
: Yeah. Tucker
: Pretty much, yeah. Ana
: [nods her head
: Yeah. Steve
: [gives a sarcastically enthusiastic "thumb up"
: Okay. I'm in.
: I know which job I was the worst at. Being a husband. Monica
: That's not a job. Tucker
: It sure is. Monica
: You guys just haven't met the right girl.
: [counting ammo
] We have 12 of these shotgun shells, 26 of these pussy nine mils, and 16 of those .357 Magnums.
: Well, Michael, what are you waiting for? Go ahead, kill him. Hey, kill Tucker, too! Tucker
: Wait a minute. I was never bit! Ana
: We can't be sure. Do it, Michael!