Thursday

What the fuck is up with this shit? You must have some pretty bad fuckin' karma... feel the need for that kind of artillery.

— Tell me, who do you like better: Picard or Kirk?
— Oh, there's no question about it. Kirk.
— You bet. You got to respect a man who can fuck a green bitch and destroy a whole civilization all in 60 minutes.

They got the Wong house. They got the "Wong" house.

This ain't exactly Brazil. I could pissed ya a fuckin' cup by now.

— That will be $1.08.
— That sign says «All Coffee 69 Cents».
— I am very sorry, but that is a 44-ounce cup, and the largest coffee cup is 20 ounces. Therefore, I must charge you — 99 cents, plus tax, — the price of a large fountain drink.
— That's bullshit. That sign says: «Coffee All Sizes» — not «All Sizes Up to 20 Ounces».
— I am humbly sorry, but you must pay 99 cents plus tax for that cup.
— Just pay the bitch the $1.08 and let's get the fuck out of here.

— Either of you got something smaller than a Ben?
— I'm sorry. I cannot accept any monies over a $20 bill.
— That's it.
— I should not sell it to you, anyway... As that cup is very hot and might burn you. You are very strange. I'm going to call the police.
— Fuck this. Fuck me.

— So, you're Casey?
— That's right.
— I'm a friend of Nick's.
— I'll bet you are.
— May I come in?
— Nick's not here right now.
— I'll wait.
— I'm a little busy.
— Well, I'll be real quiet.
— Look, lady, I just told you. I'm a little busy!
— It's quite all right. I would enjoy speaking with your friend.
— She's not my friend. I don't know who the fuck she is.

— Where is it?
— I'll tell you, if you answer one question.
— Sure. Shoot.
— Are you on the rag? Because you look like one of those women who are... explosive under stressful situations, and...
— Being married, you should fucking know how much women hate that question. But being a typical male, you ignore your better judgment and ask anyway, huh? I should just do your wife
a favor and blow your head off. It's as if every mood swing can be written off as: "She's just on the rag." Like that explains something. Women have mood shifts, that is a fact of life. And for your information, I am a complete bitch, whether I'm on the rag or not. Hmm? Now, let me answer your question. Does that answer it?
— I'd say you're right. You're just a bitch.

Fuckin' hazelnut...

— I want you to pedal your ass back here, pick up your shit, get the fuck out of my house.
— No can do, buddy. I appreciate your situation, but I told you... I got a little unfinished business to take care of.
— So what?
— A little unfinished business.
— If you're not back here in 15 minutes, you're going to have to pick up your shit from the police evidence room.
— And tell 'em what? Your ex-partner just happened to stop by with a basketful of goodies and you felt it was your moral obligation to turn him in?
— I don't think so.
— Look, you lame piece of shit. I am having a little bit of trouble oming up with reasons, not to blow the back of your fucking head off!