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-No, no. I don't know. -No, no. That's not my journey.
-I know my character. -Yeah?
but I had a lady give me a wedgie with my own goddamn johnson.
-Um, please leave a message. Thanks. -(voicemail beeps)
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Clive's coming over.
How could you possibly know that?
You see that? That is genuine praise.
-Oh, so you were, you were curious. -Fuck, yeah.
She fucking conned me out of that mink stole. This is incredible!
She's wearing the stole.
-It was-- -Did Jeff pay you?
You're open to so many things.
When you were crying in the play, was that, was that a job or was that real?
-Walk it off? She's a, she's a bullshit artist! -Let's take a walk. I know.
-Jeff: Yes! -Kon Tiki.
-Great. Great. -Yeah, good. Good for you.
The door will open up, and then once the man is done,
-Nah. Not at all. -Huh?
-My mother's mink stole. -Shh...
-Hey, hey, hey. What's the problem? -Larry, this is--
Jeff: God, that was just...
-No. No. Basta! -Oh!
Bravo! Wow!
She's a strict Catholic girl.
-Oh, there is? -Yeah, we have a lot of different sandwiches.
-I'm a real person. -Yeah. Sure.
What's wrong with you? What are you worried about?
Leon! Leon! Where are you?!
I clean all the windows and all the mantles.
Honestly, you were... It was amazing.
Did you hear footsteps behind you?
-That's my mother's stole. -(loud wailing)
that what you did at the table at lunch that day
-Yeah, she's naked. -Yeah, it's naked, yeah.
I, uh... I couldn't help noticing you out there.
You're a fucking saint!
Just the one line from the review.
-(all chattering) -Thank you, honestly.
(air sputtering)
It gets a rise out of guys and shit.
because of this.
-You wanna redesign a urinal? -Yeah. Exactly.
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What brings you to Latte Larry's?
That, my stout friend,
-dark clothes lies a... -Very pretentious man?
-Larry: Real mink. Real mink. -So sweet of you.
Must be quite grueling.
-beautiful, amazing woman. -Oh.
-Yeah, you wanna give it a try? -Nah, fuck that, man.
There, there, there it is.
Enjoy.
-Really? -Once she starts sobbing,
and Wednesdays for you.
-You don't have special hands! -I do have special hands!
Leon!
-Can't quite-- -Larry, please.
-Give me the stole back. -You're just being rude.
And then on the other side, I'll put two or three floor toilets. Correct?
I'm worried I just got fleeced for a mink stole.
And by the way, you're doing the dishes when we're done.
I'm crying, Larry!
-We can turn on the heat lamp. -Oh, yeah. That would be great.
I've been thinking about the stole.
So you do do praise, just not for me.
-And your hands are soft. -I'll tell you what I'll do.
-It was there, then the shit was gone. -You know what I think?
-Oh, baby. I'm, oh... -Carol: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Hey. Larry. Got a package for you.
-Nah. -I ran home, I'd go home crying.
-Leave me alone. -You have been here for at least ten minutes.
with a little-ass penis, of course it works for them.
I made up a story about my own mother...