petal bear, mr. quoyle.
do you hate this shit, or what?
what do you think? you want to marry me, don't you?
buy me a drink somewhere, it's seven-thirty. i think i'm going to fuck you by ten. what do you think of that?
you are quite. the raconteur.
christ. i won the lottery.
what do you think? you want to marry me, don't you?
hey. how do you make an alabama slammer?
alabama. hence, the question.
that's a swell idea. now go look on top of the fridge, where i keep the mr. boston. i'll wait.
i'm busy, i'll see y.
got it.
find yourself. a girlfriend. with what you got down there, you'll do fine.
only thing can work, here. is divorce.
your funeral, pussy.
want to pick my berries, do you. should i climb right up on this sink?
look, it floats. just like you.
maybe it's filled with fat.