[ Woman ] It's as if it turns every part of your body into the tip of a penis. - Whoa. - I'll lend it to you. It's a great book on piercing. That gun to pierce your ears, they don't use that to pierce your nipples, do they? Forget that gun. That guns goes against the entire idea behind piercing. All my piercing, 18 places on my body, every one of 'em done with a needle. Five in each ear, one through the nipple of my left breast, two in my right nostril, one in my left eyebrow, one in my belly, one in my lip, one in my clit, - and I wear a stud in my tongue. - [ Vincent ] Excuse me. I was just curious, but, um... why would you wear a stud in your tongue? Sex thing. Helps fellatio. Vincenzo. Step in my office.
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Now, look, you know, she comes home from work in about an hour and a half. The graveyard shift at the hospital. You gotta make some phone calls? You gotta call some people? Well, then, do it, and then get the fuck out of my house before she gets here. That's Kool and the Gang. We don't wanna fuck your shit up. All I wanna do is call my people and get 'em to bring us in. You're fucking my shit up right now! You're gonna fuck my shit up big time if Bonnie comes home. Do me that favor, all right? The phone is in my bedroom. I suggest you get going. Well, say she comes home. What do you think she'll do?
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[ Sighs ] If you had a pot belly, I would punch you in it. - You'd punch me in the belly? - Right in the belly. Ohh! I'd smother you! - I'd drop it right on your face 'til you couldn't breathe! - [ Laughing ] - You'd do that? - Yeah. - Promise? - Yeah. [ Moaning Softly ]
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Warm. Warmer. Disco. Hello? Push the button if you want to talk. Hello? Go make yourself a drink, and I'll be down in two shakes of a lamb's tail. The bar's by the fireplace.
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I can hear it. I thought you told those fuckin' assholes never to call here this late! Yeah, I told them. And that is exactly what I'm going to tell this fucking asshole right now.
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It's thirty minutes away. I'll be there in ten.
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Go ahead and pick it up.
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Mmm, about 20 minutes.
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Yeah, the spider just caught a couple flies. Whoa, my angel [ Receiver Hangs Up ] Down to you Down to you [ Both Grunting, Groaning ]
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I like oak myself. That's what I have in my bedroom.