Stevo: FYI your breath stinks of shit and you have a serious case of BO!
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Stevo: FYI your breath stinks of shit and you have a serious case of BO!
Move your fat ass! Stevo: Shut the fuck up, Bernie! My fucking head is about to explode here.
Stevo: FYI your breath stinks of shit and you have a serious case of BO!
Harry: Hey, I like your cardboard armor. Vernon: It's protection from infection.
Justine: About dinner... Can I take a raincheck? Chris: Hey, you take what you want, girl.
Justine: Here he is! Ord: Thousand apologies. Hate it when people are tardy. It's good to meet you boys. Ord: Thanks for coming out. Ord: You didn't masturbate before you got here, did you? Frank: What? Justine: Ord: Told you I don't work with anybody who's carrying a loaded weapon. Chris: Fuck the small talk. Let's buy some guns, eh?
Vernon: Check out the merch. Justine: That's not what he ordered. Vernon: Fuck me... Chris: He ordered M-16's. Different weapon. Vernon: I'm not driving a fucking pizza delivery service! Martin: Keep your shit together. Vernon: You want the weapons? Or you don't want the weapons?
Justine: Uh! It's cold. Frank: You think this is cold sweetheart. You should try Holywood in February. Freeze the tits off a brass witch Ord: The only thing a girl needs to stay warm in Los Angeles is a flexible outlook. Frank: I'm not talking about your Hollywood. I'm talking about the real Holywood. Holywood, County Down, Northern Ireland. Ord: You guys got a Holywood too! That's great. That's what I like about this business. It could be financially rewarding and you can still learn something new everyday. Frank: Stick to your ABC's son Chris: Right, introductions, yeah? Ord: Come out, come out wherever you are.
Bernie: Move your fat ass! Stevo: Shut the fuck up, Bernie! My fucking head is about to explode here.
Vernon: The suspense is killing me, what did Steven do? Harry: That fucking junkie came on to my cousin last night at the Harlequins. And when she wouldn't suck his fucking dick, he bottled her. Justine: You've got to be kidding me! Vernon: What! Harry: I'm serious as fucking cancer. She's scarred, man, permanently, and she's 17. Vernon: Hang on, Harry. Is this true, Gordon? Gordon: It's unfortunate, but it's true. The place erupted like fucking Vesuvius, man. There's not a stick of furniture left in the place. For real. Martin: If you were to walk into Harlequins tomorrow night with his head on a fuckin' stick, you'd be a hero, man. Ord: Why would you even say that, why would you say that? Vernon: What are you doing? You're just making it worse. Everybody, take a chill pill, okay? Just calm the fuck down.
Vernon: Now listen here. We'd like to leave with our money, and I'm sure you boys would like to leave with the weapons. Okay? This is not good for business. Chris: Yeah well, bringing AR-70s to an M-16 deal is not good for business. Justine: Neither is bringing a sex pest.
Frank: Bet you thought you were too handsome to get shot, huh Ord? Ord: I'm just impressed you haven't needed a nap yet, Francis!
