The Cook:
[
telling a story to Ross, whose asleep in the passenger seat] I tell ya, I remember a time when I was about... I was little, I don't know... 4, 5 something like that. We had this old dog that had a litter of puppies. And I walked in the bathroom one day and my Mother was standing there, kneeling down... Dog had a litter of about 8, and my Mother was bending over killing each one of these little puppies in the bathtub. I remember I said 'why?'... She said 'Im just killing what I can't take care of' - Then my momma said to me, she looked at me and she said 'I wish I could do that to you'. - Maybe she, maybe she shoulda.
The Cook:
It's not what the pussy can do for you, it's what you can do for the pussy!
Nikki:
Fuckin' fuckface fucker.
Escort:
What are you looking at?
Nikki:
Your fucking whore bitch face, bitch!
Cookie:
You better get back here and fuck me, bastard, if you want any kind of dinner!
Cookie:
Who called on the *God damned phone?*
Spider Mike:
I don't know *you fucking asshole!*
Doctor:
Ooh, that's gotta hurt!
Ross:
Do you shave your balls?
The Cook:
Nice titties. Small ass.
Ross:
It looks like a perfectly healthy green dog.
Ross:
Spoof. Dope. Crank. Creep. Bomb. Spank. Shit. Bang. Zip. Tweak. Chard. Call it what you will. It's all methamphetamine. That's what I'm here for.
Ross:
You guys should *really* open a window in here.
Moustache Cop:
[
pointing gun] Drop the cheese puffs, ma'am!
Pornclerk:
Hey, you're back for me honey, aren't ya?
The Cook:
Fuck you, pussy boy.
[
goes to private booth]
Pornclerk:
Fuckin' asshole.
[
dials cops]
Ross:
You know what the best thing is? I'm not hooked...I could stop at any time.
Spider Mike:
Who is it?
Fat Boy:
It's just me, Spider.
Spider Mike:
Hey. Go away, fat boy! ...I said, go away, fat boy!
Fat Boy:
Okay, okay. I'll see you later.
Spider Mike:
Frisbee, sex and travel, man. I told you to sex and travel.
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