Russ:
What about the puffer?
Crystal:
Yeah, well at first I couldn't find it, and when we found it... it was all out of you know... shit... the... um
Russ:
Mist?
Crystal:
Yeah that's it. Do you know what his last words were?
Russ:
Come on, don't do this.
Crystal:
Krystal, my sweet angel. Go into my wallet and get the ticket because you and Russ deserve to have that money.
Russ:
Oh, come on... don't do this to me...
Crystal:
Fuck me, no fried clams?
Crystal:
All right... key lime pie!
Russ:
Well, now that Walter's dead we need to find ourself a new beard.
Crystal:
Oh... I know one! We could have Scatter... he's this really sweet guy from high school that installed my carpet.
[
after going through several choices]
Russ:
Want to have sex?
Crystal:
Oh, yeah sure!
Russ:
What about this little missy? There's enough mist in this little puppy to save 10 masturbators!
Larry:
Remember I told you about my brother's car, the one that got in a wreck?
Russ:
For the sake of expediency, I am going to say yes.
Crystal:
[
after having sex with Russ] Boy, that is always such a treat. Oh, with Dick it's like having sex with a sloth.
Russ:
Ugh, don't put that image in my head!
Dale:
[
Dale's first line, right before breaking into Russ's store] Alright, let's do this cocksucker!
Dale:
[
later, after being caught by the police, to policeman] Let me just ask you one question Your Honor, where's my bat?
Gig:
It's merely the concept of gravity.
Russ:
No, no, the concept of gravity is when you fall down and break your head open.
Gig:
Well, obviously your glass is half empty.
Russ:
No, my glass is totally empty!
Russ:
You know, you better start taking notes, because when me and Gig start hashing it out there's going to be a lot of gold flying around and I don't want to miss any of it.
Crystal:
[
after Russ's lame bomb scare idea] Right, then the firemen will come and the policemen will come, so kind of a lame idea, you know.
Russ:
Alright, jeez, it's just an idea, it's a work in progress for God's sake. Even a painter's got to take the brushes and clean them.
Crystal:
Whatever that means.
Russ:
Okay! Do you have any better ideas, Ms. Smarty-Pants?
Crystal:
Why can't I just distract Bobby somehow, the security guy? And you switch the balls.
Russ:
No, no, lame. That's lame.
Gig:
No, that's brilliant. No really, it's so simple, it's brilliant. In its simplicity Russ.
Russ:
[
after discussing finding a beard] Oh, og God, okay, I got it. I buy the ticket in disguise! Okay? And this eliminates all the outsiders. That's it, okay. Yeah, yeah, now we're cooking with gas!
Crystal:
I mean, how would you disguise yourself?
Gig:
What, as Charlie Chaplin? As The Tramp or something?
Crystal:
Yeah, or no, like, from the Wizard of Oz. That guy. The Straw Guy.
Gig:
The Straw Man.
Crystal:
Yeah, the Straw Man, he could put some hay in his clothes and wear a hat.
[
Sarcastically]
Crystal:
No one would know it's him! Ooh, it's clever.
Gig:
Nobody would ever know! No! Russ.
Russ:
It's the Scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz. If you're going to make fun of me, get your facts straight.
Crystal:
Well, my apologies sir. I am not the cartoon aficionada _sic_ that you are.
Russ:
It's not a cartoon Crystal, it's a movie.
Crystal:
Who gives a shit!
Walter:
Do you masturbate, Russ?
Russ:
Jeez, I've been so busy lately I barely polish my shoes.
Russ:
As our Jewish friends say: "Enjoy."
Larry:
Look Russ, remember I told you about my cousin's stepdad? The one with the roadside fun park in Colorado.
Russ:
Well, if you did, my brain immediately purged it.
Crystal:
Do not fuck with me you sick, masturbating retard!
Walter:
Go ahead and rape me, that's what you want!
Dale:
Unfortunately Russell we have a new wrinkle in the situation.
Russ:
Oh really? What's the wrinkle?
Dale:
Basically I had to play pinata with Jerry the bookie's skull. See, that sort of ups the invoice a little.
Russ:
Is he okay?
Dale:
No, he's dead.
Russ:
Oh! Oh, God!
Dale:
Give me the money Russ.
Russ:
Great, Gig. We gotta talk about this.
Dale:
I'll fuckin' ball-bat you, you creep cocksucker!
Russ:
Okay, okay. Okay.
Dale:
[
leaving, picks up bottle in curiosity] Mint Listerine?
Russ:
Yeah.
Dale:
When did they come out with this?
Russ:
I don't know.
Dale:
Is it good?
Russ:
Yeah, it's good.
Dick Simmons:
Don't say anything. Not a word. Because if I hear one bullshit comment like, "What's that?" or "What are you talking about?" I'm gonna pick that phone up and call the cops.
Russ:
What? Wh-what do you mean?
[
Dick goes for the phone]
Russ:
It slipped out! Dick, we're listening. Go ahead.
Russ:
[
after finding out there are cops in Gig's club] I've always wanted to give an inmate fame. You know, they kill the celebrities first, then they fuck 'em in the butt!
Larry:
No man becomes wise without stepping on the soil of fools.
Russ:
Right. Right! But I never claimed to be a... that's good. Where did you get that? Is that from the bible?
Larry:
No, actually it's from this play I wrote in eight grade about Evel Knievel.
Russ:
Oh Crystal, we are under surveillance. Last night I stopped by a convenience store. A cop pulled in behind me, he got out, he followed me in... and then he pretended to get a cup of coffee!
Crystal:
Did he pretend to get a doughnut?
Crystal:
What is this? Schnapps? What am I, in third grade? Can I have a drink please?
Crystal:
There is a limit to my classiness!
Gig:
Tch. Quite Obviously.
Gig:
[
on the phone with Dale's machine] Things have gotten a bit sticky over here. Slight change of plans, but nothing your death touch can't soon rectify.
Larry:
[
sirens wailing] Don't say a word without a lawyer, even if they beat the crap out of you. Stay strong.
Russ:
Not tonight, nobody's beating the crap outta me.
Russ:
[
asking who put his boss in the hospital] Was it Dale the Thug?
Det. Pat Lakewood:
I don't know, some jerk in a plaid shirt. But don't worry
[
imitates gunfire with his fingers]
Det. Pat Lakewood:
I killed him.
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