| Chuck Lumley: |
Could you do me a favor? Would you please shut
up?! |
| Bill Blazejowski: |
You telling me to shut up? |
| Chuck Lumley: |
I'm telling you to shut up! I'll tell your
recorder so that you don't forget. Hello, this is Chuck to
remind Bill to shut up! |
| ----- |
| Chuck Lumley: |
Pimps?! Are you saying we should become pimps? |
| Bill Blazejowski: |
Pimps is an ugly word. We could call ourselves
love brokers! |
| ----- |
| Bill Blazejowski: |
This is Bill. Mission in life: Make Chuck a
man. |
| ----- |
| Bill Blazejowski: |
You were great! People were shooting over you
and you just laid there. You never complained once! And, I
want you to know I admired that. |
| ----- |
| Prisoner: |
You wanna be dead? |
| Chuck Lumley: |
Huh? |
| Prisoner: |
You wanna be dead? |
| Chuck Lumley: |
No. |
| Prisoner: |
Well, let me know if you change your mind. |
| ----- |
| Bill Blazejowski: |
I'm alright. Fortunately, the ground broke
my fall. |
| ----- |
| Bill Blazejowski: |
What's in here? Just stiffs and stuff? |
| Chuck Lumley: |
No, we call them corpses. |
| Bill Blazejowski: |
Can I take a peek? |
| Chuck Lumley: |
Sure. |
| Bill Blazejowski: |
Alright! |
| ----- |
| Bill Blazejowski: |
You wanna know why I carry a tape recorder?
It's to tape things. |
| ----- |
| Bill Blazejowski: |
Chuck, what are you, like, getting a haircut? |
| Chuck Lumley: |
No, I just like wearing sheets. |
| ----- |
| Charlotte Koogle: |
Are you excited? |
| Chuck Lumley: |
Like the French when Lindberg landed. |
| ----- |
| Bill Blazejowski: |
You drunk from last night? |
| Chuck Lumley: |
Drunk, yes. But, not from wine. |
| Bill Blazejowski: |
Beer? |
| ----- |
| Bill Blazejowski: |
This is Bill. Idea to eliminate garbage: edible
paper! |
| ----- |
| Chuck Lumley: |
Why don't you come to bed? |
| Charlotte Koogle: |
I just want to lose six more pounds. |
| Chuck Lumley: |
Tonight? Why don't you run into bed? Maybe
you'll lose some pounds along the way. |
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