A: McHenry is pretty far from Jersey, might I ask what brings you guys to Illinois? B: Some fuck named John Hughes. A: "16 Candles" John Hughes? B: You know him too? That fucking guy. Made this flick "16 Candles" right? Not bad it's got tits in it, but no bush. Of course Ebert over here don't give a shit about that stuff cause he's all in love with this John Hughes guy and rents every one of his movies. Fucking "Breakfast Club" all these stupid kids actually show up to detention, fucking "Weird Science" where this one chick wants to take off her gear and get down, but aw, no she don't cause it's a PG movie, and then there's "Pretty In Pink" which I can't watch with this tubby muthafucker any more, because every time we get to the part where the red head hooks up with her dream guy, he starts sobbin' like a little eight-year-old with a skinned knee and shit. And nothing is worse then watching a fat man weep.
A: *Name*, my density has bought me to you. B: What? A: Oh, what I meant to say was... B: Wait a minute, don't I know you from somewhere? A: Yes. Yes. I'm *Name*. I'm your density. I mean... your destiny.
I'll wait for freudianspud to confirm that. Was a lucky guess from my side. Plus i need time to come up with a quote, since step brothers was recently used.
When I see them all running like that, with their things bouncing around in their shorts, I always picture them naked, even if I don't want to. All I see is pork swords
A: "How much for the little girl? How much for the women?" B: "What?" A: "Your women. I want to buy your women. The little girl, your daughters... sell them to me. Sell me your children."