Megan: You stay away from her, man-whore!
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T.J. Hicks: Don't make me he-bitch man-slap you!
Antoine Laconte: Excuse me for a second, huh? Must make pee-pee.
Fluisa: He made me realize that I wasn't just some hot babe with huge tits, even though I am.
Fluisa: Cakes And Pies! Cakes And Pies!
T.J. Hicks: Deuce, you the best he-bitch in my man stable. If I had two more manginas like you, I'd be a millionaire.
Deuce Bigalow: I guess I'll just take some sea snails.
Fluisa: I know what you're thinkin'. You're thinkin' those are the biggest boobies you've ever seen.
Deuce Bigalow: Where am I supposed to get six thousand dollars in three weeks?
T.J. Hicks: The "man-gina": it's a professional term we man-whores use to describe our he-pussy.
Antoine Laconte: Hey fishy fishy fishy! Heyyy fishy fishy fishy fishy!
Megan: You stay away from her, man-whore!
Detective Fowler: I'm telling you if you painted it silver and twisted the end, it'd look like a kickstand.
T.J. Hicks: Don't make me he-bitch man-slap you!
Antoine Laconte: Excuse me for a second, huh? Must make pee-pee.
Fluisa: He made me realize that I wasn't just some hot babe with huge tits, even though I am.
Fluisa: Cakes And Pies! Cakes And Pies!
T.J. Hicks: Deuce, you the best he-bitch in my man stable. If I had two more manginas like you, I'd be a millionaire.
Deuce Bigalow: I guess I'll just take some sea snails.
Fluisa: I know what you're thinkin'. You're thinkin' those are the biggest boobies you've ever seen.
Deuce Bigalow: Where am I supposed to get six thousand dollars in three weeks?
T.J. Hicks: The "man-gina": it's a professional term we man-whores use to describe our he-pussy.
Antoine Laconte: Hey fishy fishy fishy! Heyyy fishy fishy fishy fishy!
Megan: You stay away from her, man-whore!
Detective Fowler: I'm telling you if you painted it silver and twisted the end, it'd look like a kickstand.
Fluisa: You ever parked your bicycle in an airplane hangar? Deuce Bigalow: I'm sorry? Fluisa: You ever thrown a toothpick into a volcano?
Antoine Laconte: I'm a gigolo. Deuce Bigalow: Giga-who? Antoine Laconte: Women pay me to... give them pleasure. Deuce Bigalow: How did you get that job? Antoine Laconte: I just sort of fell into it. Deuce Bigalow: I'm gonna kill my guidance counselor!
T.J. Hicks: This next date is what we man-pimps call a doozy. Deuce Bigalow: What's wrong with this one? T.J. Hicks: Nothin'. Deuce Bigalow: Have you seen her? What is she 80? A hunchback? T.J. Hicks: She just got outta college. Some of her girlfriends pitched in to get her a little beefcake. She thinks it's a blind date. Deuce Bigalow: It's a guy isn't it? T.J. Hicks: I don't think so, but I have been fooled before.
T.J. Hicks: See this ring? Topaz, my mother's birthstone. Know where I got the money for it? Deuce Bigalow: Where? T.J. Hicks: Man-whoring! See this keychain? Mini yo-yo. Know where I got the money for it? Deuce Bigalow: Man-whoring? T.J. Hicks: Stock market! But I got the money for the stock market from man-whoring.
Deuce Bigalow: Maybe we should take care of a little business first. Claire: If you prefer. Deuce Bigalow: I don't have a set price or anything, but I have been getting ten dollars. Claire: I'm sorry? Deuce Bigalow: Well that's my going rate. But I'm willing to negotiate. Claire: That's funny. But the price is five hundred. Deuce Bigalow: You're gonna pay me five hundred dollars? Claire: No, honey, you pay me. Deuce Bigalow: Oh, I get it. This is some kind of role reversal. I'll play along with this. Deuce Bigalow: Okay, 300, 400, 500, you're my hooker. No, seriously, where's my ten dollars?
Deuce Bigalow: I'm fifteen hundred short. Isn't there anything else you can do? Neil: Listen, I came all over the place... down from six grand. This is a custom hand job.
Deuce Bigalow: Look, I think there's been a mistake. Fluisa: Did you say steak? Deuce Bigalow: No mistake. Fluisa: Oh see now you got me all excited.
Claire: What happened to the carpet? Deuce Bigalow: Oh, it's one of those 18th century wet rugs.
T.J. Hicks: T.J. don't consider himself no pimp. More of a... male madam. T.J. Hicks: That wasn't too well thought out.
Deuce Bigalow: Wow! What are those? Antoine Laconte: Medieval weapons. I'm a collector. They're worth twice as much if they've killed somebody. Deuce Bigalow: I collect Canadian quarters. I've got about six of 'em.
Deuce Bigalow: Is this Ruth? Ruth: Yeah, I'll be right down. GOD DAMN IT!
Ruth: BALL-HAIR! Deuce Bigalow: Yeah, ball-hair, what we need is a strike here!
Detective Fowler: You know anything about this? Detective Fowler: Look. See that red spot over there? That wasn't there this morning. I checked. You know what it is? Deuce Bigalow: Maybe it's a rash. Something you got from jogging. How the hell do I know? Get it away from me.
Deuce Bigalow: If man-whoring has taught me anything, it's that most women are as unhappy with their entire body as you are with your small penis. Detective Fowler: Thin penis. Deuce Bigalow: Whatever. While you're worried about your penis... Detective Fowler: Thin penis. Deuce Bigalow: Women are worried about their height, their weight, their giant feet, the stream of obscenities that could burst through their mouth at any second. If you make a woman feel good about herself, it really doesn't matter what's wrong with you. Detective Fowler: Even if it's really really thin? We're talkin' spaghetti stick.
