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: Hey Taffy, baby, come suck your daddy's dick. Taffy
: I wouldn't suck your lousy dick if I was suffocating and there was oxygen in your balls!
: Daddy? Daddy? It's me Taffy! Earl Peterson
: I don't know nobody named Taffy. I'm busy right now. Taffy Davenport
: Oh, please let me in, Daddy! Open the door! Earl Peterson
: Ah, fucking shut up! Alright already! Taffy Davenport
: [jumping into his arms
] Daddy, it's me Taffy, your long, lost little girl! Earl Peterson
: Hey, get off! I ain't your daddy! I ain't even married! Taffy Davenport
: Oh, I know that, but you're my daddy alright. My mother told me. My mother is Dawn Davenport. Earl Peterson
: Yeah, you can stay here awhile. Want a drink? Taffy Davenport
: NO! You don't even believe me, do you? Earl Peterson
: Yeah, yeah. I'll be your sugar daddy, how about that?
[belches in Taffy's face
] Earl Peterson
: I'm feelin' a little drink, so don't mind me. Taffy Davenport
: Shitface! You're my father! Doesn't that mean anything to you? Earl Peterson
: Who'd you say your mother was? Taffy Davenport
: Dawn Davenport. You know her. Earl Peterson
: What does she look like? Taffy Davenport
: Fat. Very fat. Earl Peterson
: Yeah, yeah. I maybe remember. Taffy Davenport
: Oh, daddy! I knew you would! Mother's been awful to me. For years, I've suffered. Please let me stay with you. I won't be any trouble. I'll help you clean and we can go out together and maybe... maybe you can buy me some regular clothes. Earl Peterson
: Can you fuck as good as your mother? Taffy Davenport
: [slaps Earl across the face
] PIG! You goddamn slimy pig! Earl Peterson
: Hey, little Taffy, can you stretch like taffy? Taffy Davenport
] Fuck you. Earl Peterson
: Hey, you spilled my drink!
[pulls out his syphillitic penis
] Earl Peterson
: Daddy Earl's got a little present for you. Earl Peterson
: [vomits on Taffy
] I'm sorry... I been drinking. Taffy Davenport
: [sees butcher knife and begins stabbing Earl in the chest
] Taffy Davenport
: OH! OH! Taffy Davenport
: [throws knife down and runs from house
: Writing a book, hippie? Why don't you go listen to some folk music and give me a break!
: What's that camera for? Donald Dasher
: To take pictures of your mother. Taffy Davenport
: HER? Donald Dasher
: We happen to think she's quite beautiful. Taffy Davenport
: You must be cockeyed, then! HEY, lady! Have some CHIPS! Donna Dasher
: Really, I couldn't. Thanks, but uh, no thanks. Taffy Davenport
: (mockingly) Nuh NYEHH nuh NYEEHHH. Dawn Davenport
: You want your spaghetti with or without cheese? Donna Dasher
: I'll have two chicken breasts please. Dawn Davenport
: Well, uh, we're not having that, we're having spaghetti. Donna Dasher
: I couldn't possibly eat spaghetti, do I look Italian? Donald Dasher
: We rarely eat any form of noodle. But I'll take a small portion to be polite, with cheese, please. Donna Dasher
: I'll have an extremely large glass of ice-water.
: If I have to eat with Gater, I'll spit food!
: [showing up at Superstar nightclub dressed in saffron robes
] Hare Krishna, mother! Dawn Davenport
: You've finally done it, haven't you! Embarrassed me on my night of FAME!
] Dawn Davenport
: No reporters saw you did they
[Taffy shaking off her mother's hands
] Dawn Davenport
: Look at you, I could vomit! Donald Dasher
: THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF BEAUTY! Donna Dasher
: Remember Alice Crimmins.
: You're not my daddy, you disgusting hippie pig! And I wouldn't get near a bed that had been defiled by the likes of you two! I'd sooner jump in a river of snot!
: Hi, brat. Is your mother home? I've a little going away present for her. Taffy
: [after spitting in his face
] Hey, Mother, there's a shithead here to see you!