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- [Petch] Mm-hmm, yeah!
[Woman Screaming]
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I'm gon' nail yo' ass!
I'm gon' nail yo' ass!
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I'm gon'nail yo' ass!
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Yep, I nailed his ass.
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I thought he'd outgrown trains.
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They never grow up, lady.
They just get tubby.
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How charming.
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An aphorist.
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Oh, yeah, I've always
had ample proportions.
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But believe you me, it's all muscle.
I'm as hard as a rock.
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I'm not one of these cream puff,
sit-behind-the-desk private dicks.
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- I'm an ass-nailer.
- [Marylin] So I see.
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Gym four times a week...
hour and a half, plus stretching,
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LifeCycle, LifeStep, LifeCircuit.
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Gus Petch don't pussyfoot around.
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I must say, for someone in your line of work,
you don't exhibit a great deal of tact.
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You want tact, call a tactician.
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You want an ass nailed,
you call Gus Petch.
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Christ, you seem to be
taking it pretty good.
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I seen 'em come in here, weep and
wail like Baptists at a funeral.
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Like they hired me to prove
their husbands weren't foolin' around.
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- Don't get me wrong, Mr., um...
- [Petch] Petch.
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Gus Petch.
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- [Marylin] Whilst I don't find
this terribly amusing,
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I am delighted that you found this material.
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This is going to be my passport to wealth,
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independence
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and freedom.
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[chuckles]
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Sounds like to me,
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you gon'nail his ass!