Whatcha Gonna Do?
[Julie Mott]: I don't eat flesh.
[Marcus Burnett]: Say what?
[Julie Mott]: That's flesh that you're shoveling into your mouth.
You know, that was, like, a living, breathing creature. You know, it probably had a name.
[Marcus Burnett]: It's just bologna. My bologna has a first name.
[Mike Lowrey]: Please, man. Married life is easy. You only got one woman to satisfy.
[Marcus Burnett]: Yo, man, we ain't the Cosbys.
[Mike Lowrey]: Hey, hey, what's this having-a-picnic shit in my car?
[Marcus Burnett]: Look man, I ain't getting my sex at home, OK? Don't deny me this.
[Mike Lowrey]: What are you talking about, man?
You sleep with a beautiful woman everyday.
[Marcus Burnett]: I'm married. That's what married means.
It means you sleep together, but you can't get none.
[Marcus Burnett]: You better do something quick, 'cause we're running out of road.
[Mike Lowrey]: Who picked this dumb-ass road?
On the goddamn road in Miami, *you* run out of it!
[Marcus Burnett]: You better come up with an idea fast!
[Mike Lowrey]: Why I gotta come up with all the ideas?
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