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Ann Beam: I want a divorce. It's a physical thing. I've been experimenting with other men lately. A lot of other men... and women. I don't know. I mean, Antonio can do this thing with his tongue, and Willam's stamina is amazing. And as far as hands go, your father's hands are..
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T. Paul: Hey, is this your wife? Damn! I see why you were upset! Not bad Nick, not bad, Nick! You know, for a cheatin' b1tch.
Nick Beam: Hey! Don't you call her that, you don't know her, don't say that.
T. Paul: Okay, okay, no disrespect. What should I call her? "Monogamously challenged"?
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T. Paul: I never noticed before, but you really got nice eyes.
Nick Beam: Shut up!
T. Paul: But you do.
Nick Beam: Let's get this over with, I can't believe I'm committing an armed robbery for two flashlights.
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Nick Beam: Now honestly, which one of us was scarier?
Henry: [Looking at T] He was scarier.
T. Paul: Hah!
Nick Beam: Really? You didn't find what he did as contrived?
Henry: No it was scary.
Nick Beam: What part?
Henry: The 'freeze motherf**ker' part was scary and he lead me to believe that if I moved my @ss, it might be blown off.
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T. Paul: What is beetle headed?
Nick Beam: It's a synonym for stupid!
T. Paul: Oh. Well, here's a synonym for procreation: f**k you! It's easy for you to point the finger when you're sitting on your rich @ss in a big f**king house!
Nick Beam: I'm not rich.
T. Paul: Oh yeah? How big's your TV?
Nick Beam: What?
T. Paul: I said how big's your TV?
Nick Beam: 50 inch!
T. Paul: Ah, get in the car.
Nick Beam: Please, let's not make this a social issue!
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Rig to Nick: I bet you sold more girl scout cookies than any other member of the whole troop, didn't you? What were you calling yourself back then? Yelanda? You little b1tch! Cynthia? Susan? What was it, I can't remember.
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Rig to Nick: You know when a sweet mouth girl like you has a fancy case like this a man gets to thinkin' ; where's a wallet? I'm gonna need that wallet, Alice. Where's that big fat wallet? Give it to me. Give me your f**king wallet you little b1tch.
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Nick Beam: [At top of 15 flights of steps] I beat you.
T Paul: I carried the damn bag!
Nick Beam: I still beat you.
T Paul: Beat me at what? Climbing steps? Guess we'll be calling you the Step King.
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T. Paul: That mask sweaty?
Nick Beam: I think that's the one.
T. Paul: I hid it behind my balls. Ha ha.
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T. Paul: [picking up Nick's credit card to find out who he is] I'm - I'm Nick Beam.That's what I told her. I'm Nick Beam. And Nick Beam ain't puttin' up with that bullsh1t. She'd have been crying, you know? "Oh, Nick, please take me back. Please, please, Nick. It was only one time." I'm gonna "one time" your @ss. Nick Beam is the master of his fate, the ruler of his destiny. So if you wanna cry on somebody's shoulder, why don't you cry on Superd1ck? As for Nick Beam, I'm fit, lit, and I damn sure ain't takin' no ****. So you can get the f**k out. That's what I'd 'a told the b1tch.
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Rig to Nick and Paul: Nick, I like you like this. You and your prom date both having weapons. That way I don't have to kill an unarmed couple. Not my style.
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T. Paul: Hey, you ain't one of them desert slashers, are you? Cut a person's body up and leave it out in the desert in little tiny pieces and ****, huh? Oh ****! We are in the f**king desert! I'm in a car with a psycho freaky Jason hack-killer motherf**ker! Hey, please don't kill me, freaky Jason. I said, please don't kill me, freaky Jason.
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