![]() Boy 1: My dad doesn't do anything since the crash. Girl 1: My dad repairs cars driven by women who are pinheads. Kimble: What I meant was.you tell me.who is your daddy, and what does he do? Get it? We start right here. Kimble: It's not a tumor! It's not a tumor at all. Joseph: Boys have a penis, and girls have a vagina. Phoebe: It went that well, huh? Kimble: You take over tomorrow. Phoebe: John? Are you there? How did it go? Kimble: Go away. Girl: Can I pet him? Kimble: Sure, but one at a time, okay? Lowell: If he bites you, you get rabies and you die. Girl: What's a ferret? Kimble: That's a ferret. Boy: What happened to your dog? Kimble: This is not a dog. Lowell: Did they die? Miss Schlowski: No, Lowell. ![]() Lowell: Did she die? Miss Schlowski: No, Lowell, she went to see someone. Lisa: Where'd she go? Miss Schlowski: That doesn't matter. Hagley, had to go on an important trip for a few days. You walk into it showing fear, you're dead. You've gotta handle this like any other police situation. Emma: I'm not a policeman, I'm a princess! Kimble: Take your toy back to the carpet! Emma: I'm not a policeman, I'm a princess! Kimble: TAKE IT BACK! Emma: All right. Kimble: Emma, take your toy back to the carpet. How much trouble can they be? Phoebe: On second thought, take the gun. I've been working undercover for a long time. Phoebe: Little bastards are gonna eat you alive. Kimble: How do I look? Phoebe: Take off the gun. You're just going to stand there? Police officer 1: Freeze! Hairstylist: Jeez! Kimble: I'm a cop, you idiot! I'm Detective John Kimble. Joseph: My dad's a gynecologist and he looks at vaginas all day long.ĭialogue Police officer 1: Drop the gun! Police officer 2: Yeah, that's right! Drop the gun! Kimble: Hey! I'm a police officer.That's where you're going, you son of a bitch!ĭominic Palmieri/Cullen Crisp, Jr.is mine! HE'S MY BOY! You get your own goddamn family! Yours left because she just couldn't stand the sight of you. Without me, you wouldn't even have a life. I'll be out of here in a week, and you'll still be eating takeout food in that dump you live in. Kimble, you've wasted years chasing after me, and what has it got you? Huh? Nothing.You're not so tough without your car, are you?.You know, kindergarten is like the ocean.Are these all your lunches? You mean you eat other people's lunches? STOP IT!.It's not a tumor! It's not a tumor.at all.SHUUUUUT UUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!! SHUT UP!! Shut up!! Shut up!.This makes me angry as Hell! Now I'm angry!.You are mine now! You belong to me! You're not gonna have your mommies from behind you anymore to wipe your little tushies! Oh no, it's time now to turn this mush into muscles. Come on! Stop whining! You kids are soft.If you don't stop screwing around back there, this is what I'm gonna do with you.My name is John Kimble.and I love my car.
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