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rove: look georgie, you HAVE to do it.
chimpy: I don't WANNA FUCKING do it, YOU fucking cry! Fuck!
rove: I have no tear ducts and besides I'm not giving the speech, you are, so buck up, it's just a couple of tears, damn.
chimpy: FUCKING A. I BETTER fucking get a shot of Wild Turkey after for THAT. Shit.
rove: We'll see. Depends on how you do.
chimpy: FUUUUUCK!!!! Ok how am I fucking going to fucking cry? I don't fucking feel like fucking crying. Shit. The fucking shit I go through....where's my drink?
rove: screw your drink, listen to me, what can you think of to work up just a couple of tears, you motherfucker?
chimpy: Shit, I don't know. No more Wild Turkey in the whole world?
rove: If that'll do it, go for it you son of a bitch. Now let's see you do it.
chimpy: WHAT? NOW? Fuck you. No, fuck you. I'm sick of you. No, get the fuck off me, I'm not doing that ANY more, so just go find someone else.
rove: you owe me everything. Get over here.
chimpy: Damn, I don't feel like it...
rove: then work up some tears.
chimp: ok fuck. Damn. Ok, no more Wild Turkey, no more Wild Turkey....no more....mmmmmph.....(sniff)....
rove: good enough. Now c'mere.
chimp: GOD, I know my dad didn't have to do this.
rove: Don't bet on it, hon.
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