Perry: How about you, Harry, did your father love you? Harry: Ah, sometimes, you know - like when I dressed up like a bottle. Gay Perry: Merry Christmas, sorry I fucked you over. Gay Perry: Because its only good for a couple shots, then you gotta drop it for something better. Is this real? Gay Perry: Yeah, it's a Derringer.
It was neck and neck until she skipped lunch. Harmony: She's been fucked more times than she's had hot meals. So to say you feel badly would be saying that the mechanism which allows you to feel is broken. So, again for the cheap seats, do not think, walk the fuck away - or let's you and me go outside right now. You'll try, and that little experiment will end in tears, my friend.
Agent Type: What are you, her brother or something? It's none of your business, man. Harry: Walk away, don't think, just do it. Harry: You know what? You'd better be her doctor. I just love the name so much I can't get rid of it. The point is, I don't see another Goddamn narrator, so pipe down.ĭialogue Harry: Still gay? Gay Perry: Me? No, I'm knee-deep in pussy. Maybe you wonder how silly putty picks shit up from comic books. Anyway, by now you may wonder how I wound up here.
#KISS KISS BANG BANG MOVIE#
I mean physically, not like a guy who's angry in a movie in the 1950's. And you? How 'bout it, filmgoer? Have you solved the case of the - the dead people in L.A.? Times Square audiences, please don't shout at the screen, and stop picking at that, it'll just get worse. I mention the underwear thing? He has a fucking conniption.
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