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Rob: [lying in bed imagining the scene] You are as abandoned and noisy as any character in a porn hbo film, Laura. You are Ian's plaything, responding to his touch with shrieks of orgasmic hbo delight. No woman in the history of the world is having better sex than sex you are having with Ian... in my head. Rob: Get your patchouli stink outta my store. Rob: Where's Ian? Or Ray, or... what is his fucking name, anyway? What do you call him, Ian or Ray? hbo Laura: Ray. I hate Ian. Rob: I hate him too. Laura: Yeah... I'm sure. Barry: Let 'em riot. We're Sonic-fuckin'-Death Monkey. [last lines] Rob: The making of a great compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do and takes ages longer than it might seem. You gotta kick off with a killer, to grab attention. Then you got to take it up a notch, but you don't wanna blow your wad, so then you got to cool it off a notch.
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