You will, I trust, excuse me if I do not join you but I have already dined, and I never drink… wine.
Go home, Prince. Drink some wine, make love to your wife. Tomorrow, we’ll have our war.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you, tomorrow!
I know.
Yeah, you know shit.
Shit … Shinola … oh, yeah!
And now, as is our annual custom, each citizen of San Marcos will come up here and present his Excellency with his weight in horse manure.
Guano! They have Guano!
Snakes. Why did it have to be snakes.
How about two snakes coming together over a black sun? A magnificent standard!
Good. Keep your snake in its cage for 72 hours.
Brick, are you saying that there’s a party in your pants and that I’m invited?
Listen, Rob, would you have sex with me? Because I want to feel something else than this. It either that, or I go home and put my hand in the fire. Unless you want to stub cigarettes out on my arm.
No more of that talk or I’ll put the fucking leeches on you, understand?
Jesus H. bald-headed Christ!
You believe in Jesus? You’re gonna meet Him.
It don’t matter to Jesus. But you’re not foolin’ me, man. You might fool the fucks in the league office, but you don’t fool Jesus. This bush league psyche-out stuff. Laughable, man - ha ha! I would have fucked you in the ass Saturday. I fuck you in the ass next Wednesday instead. Wooo! You got a date Wednesday, baby!
“Louie, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
I’m serious. If you’re hanging out with women as friends, you’re doing your research in the wrong library.
So does every man want to sleep with every woman he meets? Pretty much.