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: Are you getting serious? Well, she seemed like a hell of a girl. From what little I saw of her. Not too this. Not too that. Very kind of, um, what?... Ah, what the fuck, I only saw her for a minute. First impressions of this kind can often be misleading. Does she give head? Danny
: What? Bernie
: To you, I'm saying. Does she give head to you?
: Forget it.
: I stole it Danny
: You did not. Bernie
: Oh, that's great, Dan. I tell you I'm a thief and you call me a liar.
: Was that the chick from last night? Danny
: Yeah, I picked up the phone and she was already on the line. Bernie
: Yeah, right. Pull this leg and it plays jingle bells.
: [Danny tells Bernie that he told Debbie he loves her
] Ooohhhh! Dan, Dan, Dan, Dan, Dan, Dan, Dan!
: Who said it first? Danny
: I did. Bernie
: Ooohhhh! Dan, Dan, Dan, Dan, Dan, Dan, Dan!
: Was it before you came, or after?
: What do you do? Joan
: Me? Bernie
: Well, yeah for a living? Joan
: I'm a neurosurgeon, you? Bernie
: I'm a prizefighter. Do you know much about boxing? Joan
: No... Bernie
: I'm the heavyweight champion of the world.
: Business is business! You cut the son of a bitch off! Danny
: Oh, fuck you! Mr. Favio
: Fuck me? Fuck you! Danny
: Fuck You! Mr. Favio
: Fuck You, Martin! Bernie
: Ah, Mr Favio? Bernie
: Fuck you!
: You know what your problem is? Your face. Come on, you're too good-looking. Girls go out with you and get nervous. They feel dumpy, they don't want to compete. They want a guy like... like me. A guy who'll make them look good. A basic Neanderthal type. The swarthy type. A man's man.
: Interesting broad. Where'd she develop her personality? A car crash?
: I'm gonna let you guys do what you guys gotta do. Don't worry about me, I'm just gonna go home, make a little macaroni and cheese, seal the windows, and turn on the gas.
: You don't go here. You don't go there. You're about as much fun as a stick.
: You know something Joan, if you didn't have a pussy there'd be a bounty on your head. Joan
: And you are a schizophrenic, psychopathic, maladjusted social misfit who is clearly in the middle of a very deep homosexual panic. Bernie
: So you want to dance or what?