Dee
You stabbed me! You stabbed me with a key! Why would you do that, you idiot?! I was flirting with you!
CCarny
[pointing to Charlie] That guy paid me to.
[pointing to Dee] You weren't supposed to stab her! [pointing to the waitress] You were supposed to stab her!
WThe Waitress
[shocked] What?! You were going to have me stabbed?!
[annoyed] I was going to protect you from the stabbing!
Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong! WRONG! You're supposed to let her get stabbed, hope that it hits a main artery, and as she's dying, you nurse her back to health, thereby making her totally dependent on you! See, this is why nobody should be going off my system!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Everybody up on their high horse of marriage all of a sudden. Marriage is about procreation, okay? [Holds up two plugs] This is gay marriage! [Knocks them together] That's two dudes bangin' each other! What do ya get from that? Nothin'! Nothin'!
Dee
Uh, that's a persuasive argument. You should take your powerful "extension-cord" argument STRAIGHT to the Supreme Court.
Mmm-hmm, they'll love it there.
PSPreston & Steve
Hey, who's on the line?
Uh, Mac from South Philly!
PSPreston & Steve
Alright, Mac from South Philly, you're on with Preston & Steve.
Dee
Holy shit, he got on.
PSPreston & Steve
Please don't curse. Alright, here is the question: what Philadelphia Flyer holds the franchise record for goals in a season? You have 30 seconds, go!
[to Charlie] Okay, this is a hockey question, go!
Okay, hockey! Uhhhhhh, where's the "H" key? There's no "H" key-- there's no "H" key!
What are you talking about?
Is there another way to spell "hockey"?
There's no "H" key on this key-
It's right there! Why did I put you in charge of this job? Aw, forget this, dude! I got this, I got this--think, Mac, think! Think--I gotta think like that guy that sits on the rock!
[puts his fist under his chin] This dude, the one like that?
Yeah, with the big muscles and he puts his hand on his-
He's big and green and he gets angry-- oh, the Hulk! The Incredible Hulk.
The Hulk doesn't think at all. Shit, I know this...
PSPreston & Steve
Dude, you gotta stop cursing!
You guys can't censor me, I'm a bit of a badass.
PSPreston & Steve
[chuckles] Can't censor him-- alright, let's go! Answer the question, come on!
Agh! I don't know, I don't know it. Damn it! Reggie Leach.
Reggie Leach is the... correct answer!
[pause]
Dee
I bet you don't even have any black people here.
PGPool Guy
Excuse me, ma'am, but there's an African American family right there.
Dee
Well good for you. You keep a couple token ones around. Do you parade them around like a couple dancing monkeys?
It's fatness, plain and simple. It's a person becoming fat before your very eyes.
And I don't even know how to make the bird jokes anymore. They no longer apply.
Dee
I'm not fat, I'm pregnant!
I feel like you say that all the time now.
You better do yourself a favor and flush it out.
Wait a second, you definitely said that before.
Since we're all saying things we say all the time. I'll just reiterate. Dee, we don't care about you, or your body, or that baby bird.
oh my god i just found a rats nest slaughtered about 200 of them. It's like whole generations of those things have died at my hands. Mothers, fathers, grandfathers, little baby rats.
Dee
Well, you know, keep up the good work.
Sometimes, I wonder though, if our lives are really more valuable than theirs. You know what I mean?
Yeah they are. Our lives definitely are without a doubt.
What does 3D even stand for?
Dee
3rd Dimension. Just... shh. Please stop talking.
3rd Dimen... (chuckles) What dimension are we in?
Dee
Shh, Charlie. I don't know. Shh.
Isn't stuff... like... suppossed to pop out at us?
Dee
I don't know. I'm not sure. Let's watch and find out.
[bird screeching]
Animals should be food, rugs and trophies. Why do you think I'm wearing a leather suit?
Dee
That's leather? I thought it was plastic.
Who the hell wears a plastic suit?
Dee
I just don't question the things you do anymore.
RRoxy
Ew, I like this jacket is awesome, and it's tighter than dick skin, man.
Dee
Come on, Roxy. We're in a classy place with classy clothes for classy people. Don't talk about dick skin.
JJerry
Um, hi. Can I help you?
Dee
No thanks, we're just trying some stuff on.
JJerry
Well, you are aware that jacket is 500 dollars, right?
Dee
Are you implying we can't afford that?
Dee
That's none of your business.
JJerry
Umm, it's exactly my business.
RRoxy
Hey, screw your dick skin jacket. [pours vodka on the jacket]
DSDee and Salesman
No! No! No!
RRoxy
How you like me now, gay boy?
Dee
Oh, don't call him gay. It'd be one thing if he wasn't, but he clearly is, so--
MManager
Is there a problem here?
RRoxy
Yeah, I'm trying to buy this jacket and this asshole here is giving me shit.
MManager
You are aware of the price?
RRoxy
Well, I have money. [Pulls out a giant wad of cash]
MManager
Jerry, can I speak with you in my office?
JJerry
You have got to be kidding me!
Dee
Boom! Face Jerry! Face! Sorry about the gay stuff though. That did cross the line.
[Pointing to women sitting across from them] Like, what's her story? She's got a decent bone structure. She was probably very pretty when she was young. Probably spent her summers here lounging on the beach and scooping ice cream.
Dee
But she didn't want her summers to end, so she got herself a fake ID and a push-up bra and started hanging out at the local bars.
Yep. Developed a nasty coke habit 'cause she loved the way it made her feel. Extreme highs gave way to extreme lows and she fell into a depression.
Dee
Had herself a kid. Thought it would give her a sense of purpose. And it did for a while, until she started using again.
Mm-hmm. Then social services came knocking on the door, and now the kid lives upstate with his grandparents 'cause she can't take care of this kid. And here she is, festering away in a one-bedroom apartment, waiting for the HIV to turn into AIDS. And wondering what the hell...
WWomen
You know I can hear you, right?
Oh sorry, we were just using you as a metaphor though. We didn't mean anything personal.
WWomen
Don't sweat it. You're not that far off.
[Frank backstage with mortician]
I can't figure this tie out here. [microphone feedback]
[over speakers] I got...I got a question about you morticians. You bang the dead bodies?
Imagine stuff like that goes on all time, right? [chuckles] I mean, I don't give a shit. If I was dead, you could bang me all you want. Who cares? [audience gasps] Dead body's like a piece of trash. I mean, shove as much shit in there as you want.
I'm trying! I don't know! I don't know how!
I don't know which one it is!
...fill me up with cream. Turn me into cannoli...
Dee
What's going on, you idiot?
[Indistinct talking]
...make a stew out of my ass. What's the big deal? Bang me, eat me, grind me up into little pieces, throw me in the river. Who gives a shit? You're dead, you're dead. Oh! Ooh, shit. Is my mic on?
[Frank rushes back to the stage]
[chuckles] Oh! Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. [audience jeering] That was a mistake. The janitor got a hold of the P.A. system. Puerto Rican guy. [audience murmuring]