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| christine baranski, when, al, denver underground music, libyan, arliss howard, harrumph, punk, name, idiot, arthuriana, fiber cut, william fichtner, egypt, jerusalem, 1927, rap, new jersey, photos, wtmotherf, adrenalin, outback, goth, | How's song that? Gus: [with a gun to Rose's head] All right. Everybody into the den, or I'll shoot her. Connie Chasseur: Go ahead. Shoot her. Gus: Shut up! Get in the song den! George: Yeah? Well, maybe Santa won't come back next year. Maybe he and the Easter Bunny will take a fuckin' cruise to Jamaica and you can eat your own lousy cookies! Boy: Santa doesn't drink champaigne. Santa only drinks milk. George: [quietly] Listen. Santa can't drink no more song milk. Santa has a lactose intolerance, and it gives him horrible gas pains. Do you want to see Santa farting down everybody's chimney? Gus: [into phone] Murray! How are ya, pal? Murray: I'm fine Gussie. How are you? Gus: Oh, just a little tired after running for ten hundred [yells] Gus: fuckin' miles because there was no fuckin' car waiting for me! [beats the phone against the counter numerous times, then back into phone] Gus: What did I tell you? I told you to act like a drunk vagrant imbecile! Is that too much of a *fuckin'* stretch? |
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| [waving the gun back and forth] Gus: wtmotherf You... saw the... stop sign... DIDN'T YOU? Lloyd: Y-yes, I did. Gus: YES! So that means that you, too, are a liar! wtmotherf Capital "L", small "i", small "a", small "r", period. Now shut... the fuck... up! Caroline: That's not true. We had our own restaurant once. An Italian restaurant. Of course, I would have preferred French, but... Gus: What are we, girlfriends? Do I give a shit wtmotherf about this? No. Lloyd: [to the therapist referring to their son] In the ninth grade we said he could get a part time job. Are you ready for what he did? He started an escort service for the football team, and he gave out *my mother's* phone number! Caroline: And I still say getting laid by an 18-year-old linebacker is [shouts] Caroline: just what she needs! Gus: Great. I just beat up Santa Claus. Gus: [into phone] Murray? Murray: How do I know this is Gussie? Gus: Because the next time I see you I'm going to rip all the hair out of your balls, one, by one, you fuckin' mule. |
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