Oh, sweet nightmare.
“Eat it, man. You always forget I’m a man. Red-blooded and all that. And I’m a Rock Star. I get around, man.”
I know that intellectually, but on a primal level I cannot accept you as a sexual being.
“I had four kids and four wives.”
“Your shallow reading of your characters is your fatal flaw. Except for Mickey. Mickey’s shallow, man.”
I think she’s into you.
“She’s right friendly.”
Gonna get a beej?
“Don’t be crass.”
You should give her an Ocean’s 11.
“I have no idea what that is, man.”
Three casinos at once.
LONELY DISEASED WEIRDO RUNNING AWAY NOISE