[Willie has just passed out]

Gin:
Look here, get himy outta here and I'll go smooth things over with Chipeska, Tell him it was food poisoning or something.
Marcus:
What do you mean, get him outta here?
Gin:
Take him to the car.
Marcus:
In case you didn't notice I'm a motherfucking dwarf, so unless you got a forklift handy, maybe you should lend a hand hmm?
Gin:
That figures. You want all kind of set-asides. Special treatment 'cause you're handicapped. You're all the same.
Marcus:
Special treatment? I'm 3-foot-fucking-tall you asshole! It's a matter of physics. Draw me a sketch of how I get him to the car, huh?
Gin:
Bitch, Bitch, Bitch!
Marcus:
Sketch it up, you fucking moron. Fucking Leonardo da Vinci.
Gin:
What'd you call me thigh-high?
Marcus:
I called you a fucking guinea homo from the 15th-fucking-century, you dickhead!
Gin:
I could stick you up my ass, small fry.
Marcus:
Yeah? You sure it ain't too sore from last night?
Gin:
You got some lip on you midget.
Marcus:
Yeah? Well these lips were on your wife's pussy last night. Why don't you dust that thing off once in a while? Asshole!
Riportata da il 05/03/2025 alle ore 08:51

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