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Elliot:
So how are we feeling Mr. Summers?
Mr. Summers: I feel like my ex-wife is standing on my
chest. And not the pretty one. The fat one that had all
my kids.
Elliot: Fantastic! I'd like to start by--
Mr. Summers: Listen, Goldilocks. Unless the next three
words out of your mouth are some combination of sponge,
bath, and my big white ass, I'm not interested. |
