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: If anything, it's a beautiful day. George
: It smells like cherry blossoms. Millie
: How do you know what cherry blossoms smell like? George
: I know what they smell like! Rocky
: Does anybody really know what a cherry blossom is? George
: Duh, it's a blossom on a cherry. Rocky
: I don't know. I thought it was a blossom all on it's own. What do you think, Marty? Marty
: I think I'm bored as fuck.
: What do you guys say we play some Truth or Dare? George
: Yeah. Yeah, I love that game. Marty
: Okay, let's do it. Millie
: No, let's not. People's feelings always end up hurt when we play this game. Sam
: Yeah, she's right. George
: God, Sam and Millie are a couple of little wet pussies, aren't they? Marty
: Clyde, do you wanna start? Clyde
: I dunno. I'm kind of with Sam and Millie on this one. George
: [pointing with his finger
] Pussy number one, pussy number two, pussy number three. Millie
: Go ahead, Clyde. Start the game.
: [George takes a bite of the sandwich
] Hmmm. Yum. Did you make these yourself? You'll, you'll have to give me the recipe some time. Clyde
: It's peanut butter and jelly.
: [yelling over the truth of why the kids really brought George to the lake
] You're a fuckin' lying son of a bitch, Sam! All right? And I hope you fuckin' go to hell. Millie
: Don't make things worse, George... George
: Shut the fuck up, Millie, you fucking stupid JAP cunt. Clyde
: Sit down, George, you're out of control. George
: Shut the fuck up, Clyde! You faggot! Fucking skinny butt-munching faggot. I hate you! You know that? I really do. 'Cause all you do is fuckin' prance around school talkin' about your fuckin' faggoty fairy fathers. I'll tell you what! I don't wanna hear about your fuckin' fathers and how their assholes work, all right? It makes me sick! And I - I - I fuckin' hope they fuckin' die of fag disease! Yeah.
: And, and speaking of... dead... fathers... I just remembered why bonehead white-trash fuckin' donkey-dick Marty got so fuckin' freaked when I started talkin' about his "daddy." His Neanderthal, drunk dad put a gun in his mouth and splattered his brains all over the wall.
: You know, I almost forgot that my mom told me that. She said, "His daddy splattered his brains all over the wall." I thought it was sad at first, but now? I like it.
: His daddy splattered his brains. All over the wall. His daddy splattered his brains. All over the wall!...
: [on Marty's proposal to bury the body
] We can't do that! It's nuts! Marty
: That's nuts? Oh, it's nuts! No, Clyde! Going to prison and getting raped every night for the rest of your cute little fucking lives is nuts!
: [Marty holds a joint in front of Clyde's face
] What'd I tell you? Marty
: You don't smoke herb? Clyde
: Yeah, so get it out of my face. Marty
: Faggot. Marty
: [Clyde gives disapproving look
] Clydo, I'm just fucking with you, your not a faggot, all right? Okay? Fist bump? Fist bump?
[Clyde bumps his fist
: All right zero kill. Marty
: Besides, I like your dads, Clyde, I never knew any homosexual men personally until I met them, they're not so bad.
[in mocking feminine voice
: Don't you think so Rocky?
] I'm sorry...