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This watch was on your daddy's wrist when he was shot down over Hanoi. He was captured, put in a Vietnamese prison camp. He knew if the gooks ever saw the watch, it'd be confiscated, taken away. The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any slope's gonna put their greasy, yellow hands on his boy's birthright, so he hid it in one place he knew he could hide something- his ass. Five long years he wore this watch up his ass. Then he died of dysentery- He give me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable hunk of metal up my ass two years. Then... after seven years, I was sent home to my family and... now...
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You were looking at yourself in the mirror, and you wish you had some pot? A pot. [ Giggles ] A pot belly. Pot bellies are sexy. Well, you should be happy, [ Grunts ] 'cause you have one. Shut up, fatso. I don't have a pot. I have a bit of a tummy, like Madonna when she did "Lucky Star." It's not the same thing. I didn't know there was such a difference between a pot belly and a tummy. The difference is huge. [ Kissing ] Would you like it if I had a pot belly? No. Pot bellies make a man look either oafish or like a gorilla. But on a woman a pot belly's very sexy. The rest of you is normal- normal face, normal legs, normal hips, normal ass- but with a big, perfectly round pot belly. If I had one, I'd wear a T-shirt two sizes too small... to accentuate it. You think men would find that attractive? I don't give a damn what men find attractive. It's unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye... is seldom the same.
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Will you hand me a dry towel, Miss Beautiful Tulip? - Oh, I like that. I like being called a tulip. - [ Coughs ] "Tulip" is much better than "mongoloid." I didn't call you a mongoloid. I called you a retard. And I took it back. - [ Grunts ] - Butch? Yes, Lemon Pie? - Where are we going to go? - Well, I'm not sure yet. Wherever you want. We're gonna get a lot of money from this, but it ain't gonna be the kind of money... that we can live like hogs in the fathouse forever. I was thinking maybe we could go down someplace in the South Pacific. Kind of money we're gonna have's gonna carry us a long way down there. - If we wanted, we could live in Bora Bora? - You betcha. And if after a while you didn't dig that, we could go someplace else. Maybe Tahiti, Mexico. But I do not speak Spanish. Well, you do not speak Bora-Boran either. Besides, Mexican's easy. - �Donde esta el zapateria? - What does that mean? Where is the shoe store? - �Donde esta- - Spit, please. [ Spits ] - �Donde esta el zapateria? - Excellent pronunciation. - Mmm. - [ Giggles ] You'll be my little mamacita in no time. - [ Yawning ] �Que hora es? - �Que hora es? - What time is it? - What time is it? Time for bed. Sweet dreams, jellybean.
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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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