Marcus Burnett

In the morgue:

— Mike! Show some dignity!
— I ain't doin' nothin'.
— Cover her titties up!
— What-what-what am I gonna do with these, these big-ass dead titties?
— But you're *lookin'* at them.
— There is something seriously wrong with your brain, man.
— Just cover up her titties.

— Hey man where-where-where's your cup holder?
— I don't have one.
— What the f — w'you mean you don't have one? Eighty thousand dollars for this car and you ain't got no damn cup holder?
— It's $105,000 and this happens to be one of the fastest production cars on the planet. Zero to sixty in four seconds, sweetie. It's a limited edition.
— You damn right it's limited. No cup holder, no back seat. Just a shiny dick with two chairs in it. I guess we the balls just draggin' the fuck along.

— That's flesh that you're shoveling into your mouth. You know, that was, like, a living, breathing creature. You know, it probably had a name.
— It's just bologna. My bologna has a first name.

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