I hope that was an empty bottle. You can’t afford to waste good liquor. Not on your salary! Not on an associate professor’s salary! So here I am, stuck with this flop…this bog in the History Department.
Alright, alright, Mickey’s a mouse, Donald’s a duck, Pluto’s a dog.
What’s Goofy?
Mercy. What a grueling line of inquiry.
My counsel would have you believe that we were not aware of the extermination of millions. That we were only aware of the extermination of the hundreds. Does that make us any the less guilty? Maybe we didn’t know the details. But if we didn’t know, it was because we did not want to know.
I know who I am, and I’m proud of what I do. I was a conscientious choice, I didn’t fuck up!
Well, nobody’s perfect.
You have to do the best with what God gave you.
If you left God out of it, you’d have it just about right.
I do not mean to pry, but you don’t by any chance happen to have six fingers on your right hand?
Wait a minute. I know that hand. It was in the fall 1973 Bulova watch catalog. You´re J.P. Prewitt. The world’s greatest hand model.
Well, I guess it all started the first time I went through the second grade. I caught my reflection in a spoon while I was eating my cereal, and I remember thinking: “Wow, you’re ridiculously good looking, maybe you could do that for a career.”
It’s just I’m… I’m so tired of being admired all the time. All these men I mean… they’re all beautiful, artistic minds, great sex, the whole package, but hollow, you know what I mean? I feel nobody’s really honest with me. Nobody wants me for me.
Here I stand, the goddess of desire / Set men on fire / I have this power. / Morning, noon, and night, it’s dwink and dancing / Some quick womancing / And then a shower. / Stage door Johnnies constantly suwwound me / They always hound me, with one wequest. / Who can satisfy their lustful habits? / I’m not a wabbit. / I need some we…st!
Remember - you’re a lady. You make them beg for more… and then don’t give it to them!
Give me, give me, give me what I cry for! You know you got the brand of kisses that I’d die for!
I appreciate this whole seduction thing you’ve got going on here, but let me give you a tip: I’m a sure thing.
Why don’t you come up sometime and see me? I’m home every evening.
Crazy. I thought I’d visit your little land of learning. Cute. Cute pad.
Forty-nine thousand acres of nothing but scenery and statues. I’m lonesome.
Look, I don’t know what’s bothering you, but don’t take your bedroom problems out on me.