bitch packages...
The bus, I had to wait in the damn line...
and then the bag slipped,
everything comes out. I hurt my leg.
Fuck. Son of a bitch!
Did you see anybody downstairs?
A man.
What kind of man?
A man with a shirt.
What kind of shirt?
A shirt. With shoes.
. Hes up there.
His wife just went up the elevator.
Nice staircase they got here.
What took you so long?
I got lost.
I went over the th
bitch.
I own you.
- Oh, hell no!
- Bitch!
Lets go! Lets go!
Oh, no. Come on, guys, stop that!
- Let me go!
- Hey! Hey!
Im good. Get off me!
Get off me, get off me!
Thats it! Games over!
Games over!
Crane. Great game, great game.
Tell everyone out there what it
feels like to be the next LeBron James.
LeBron James?
Im the only Ty Crane.
All right, you heard it here first,
"the only Ty Crane. "
Why
bitch.
-Come on, l got it.
-Hey, you little bastards.
Give that back! Thats not a toy!
Thats the one. Thats your grandma.
Give me..! Come on! Give me..!
Something seems to be going wrong.
I not sure whats happening.
I gotcha! I got..!
Hey everybody, I home.
Hi, Kate. I missed you today.
The prototypes almost working.
All it needs is a few
minor adjustments.
Wes Takahashi in Malibu, where
three bl
bitches.
That lightning sure did kill her.
This calf wont last the night out here. Lets put her in the barn.
Ser Brake.
Indian.
Apache, maybe.
Some kind of Apache son of a bitch.
Good day, sir.
I said, hello.
That your man over there in the trees?
What is he planning on doing with that carbine?
Weve had trouble with coyotes killing calves.
Tell him Im not a coyote.
Is that the healers place?
You
bitch!
-Get off me!
-Say Im the master!
-Get off me!
Say Im the master!
-"Shawn, master of the universe."
-Fuck you, motherfucker!
-Get off! Youre not, you faggot!
-Say you love me.
-Say Im the master!
-I hate you, you freaking faggot!
-Youre a loser!
-You just cant fucking say it.
-Say you love me.
-Get off!
Say you love me, bitch.
I hate you!
Say Im the master,
say you love me!
I love you.
Dont
he says
he needs to be with the guys.
Youd kill
his post-game bus high.
Basically. If they lose,
its a totally different thing.
Cant pry him off me.
Shit.
OK, everybody sit down.
Sit tight.
Son of a bitch!
What in the hell
would you call that?
I dont know,
but whatever it is...
its sharp as a son of a bitch.
What in the hell
are we looking at?
Sharp enough to flatten a tire,
whatever it is.
bitch tits.
PULL BACK to wide on...
INT. CHURCH MEETING ROOM - NIGHT
Men are paired off, hugging, talking in emotional tones.
Near the door, a SIGN on a stand: "REMAINING MEN TOGETHER."
JACK (V.O.)
This was a support group for men with
testicular cancer. The big moosie
slobbering all over me was Bob.
BOB
Were still men.
JACK
Yes. Were men. Men is what we are.
JACK (V.O.)
Six months ago, Bobs test
bitch....
Pop it, Marcie!
Surprise!
Oh, my God.
What happened?
Whats in her throat?
Courtney?
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
This is a joke, right?
lts a total joke. Say its a joke.
lt was supposed to be for fun.
-This isnt happening.
-l didnt want her to scream.
Oh, God.
Oh, God, Liz!
l thought a jawbreaker was funny.
You gagged her with a jawbreaker?
Call someone right now.
-No way.
-Why not? lt was a
bitch!
- Backtrack over Cosy Girl.
Backtrack wins.
- Cosy Girl was second.
- You lazy, hag-ass bitch!
That cosy shit is why we lost
this race. Bein fuckin cosy!
You need to get the fire
under your ass!
- Move in.
- All the way to the end.
- Set up on the door.
Clear. Take positions.
To the right.
- Got this one.
- Right window.
- They want us to go
around the back side.
- Ninety-seven at the inne
bitch dyke
with New Jersey
license plates
and Republican candidates
on her bumper
practically took my fender off
at miles an hour.
Sounds like an extremely
cunt-like maneuver, Batman.
I think youre both
disgusting.
If I had any convictions,
Id ask you to let me out right here.
I was mad.
Words only mean something
if you say them
and youre not mad
and mean them.
I agree, "Nancy Reagan is a cunt"
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