Flawless Page #2

Get the f*** outta here!

Get the f*** outta here!

We'll be watching you, f*ggot.

Oh, watch my ass! Watch my ass!

Boomn, boom.

Ashley.

Why did you trash me?

Like some used-up soda can.

Ashley.

Why did you trash me?

I was supposed to be your man.

Ashley.

You 're a f***in' b*tch.

You left me for a guy named Lance.

Ashley.

You 're really stupid.

Cos I was saving up

to take you to France.

Yeah, I was gonna take you to France.

Mr. Koontz? It's Dr. Nirmala.

Are you in there?

Mr. Wilcox at the front desk

said you were In

Hello, Mr. Koontz.

I've been so concerned, Mr. Koontz.

You didn't return to the hospital

for your physical therapy.

And you don't answer your telephone.

And your friends say

that you never visit them

and you don't allow them to visit you.

And... And Mr. Pim, the grocer

he says that you shop once a week

and not till late at night.

Now, I can understand.

You don't want your friends to see you

perhaps not as you once were.

But if you came in for your therapy

you would improve.

and so would your spirits.

I can arrange to have

a physical therapist come here

three times a week. Hm?

Would you like that?

Of course, it's going to be more

expensive than at the hospital.

What else... What else

do I have to spend my... my money on?

Ah, son of a b*tch! It stinks!

Let's keep our voices down.

Let's just keep our voices down.

Shut the f*** up! What the f*** are

we talking about, keeping sh*t down?

Where's this f***in' b*tch at?

That skanky whore has my money.

Oh, hi!

Well... Well, how are you?

I mean, I heard you got hurt

trying to save Amber.

You know, and she was

a friend of mine, so I really..

Well, I wanna thank you

and I'm sorry about...

Oh, here. Let me help you, sweetheart.

Get away.

Are you OK? Give me your hand?

Oh, don't be like that... for God's sake.

Are you worried I might be catchy?

Or you might suffer

from a severe jewelry rash?

Go f*** yourself.

I've had worse... big boy.

Happy Halloween.

You devil!

Are you registered to vote? Republican?

That is just teetering on interesting.

Look, it's very simple.

You sign up for the Flawless contest.

If we don't receive your entrance fee

in two weeks, you're eighty sixed.

You 're hideous!

Hi, ladies!

Hi, sweetheart.

Is it just me, or are drag queens

getting more demented?

It's just you, honey.

It's you, hon.

Honey, how come...

the goddamn entrance fee went up?

Cost of living.

A hundred f***ing dollars!

- My God. Whose living is that?

- Not that it matters.

I think we all know who's going to win.

My little Hispanic hotcake.

You truly are lawless, Cha-Cha.

She ain't gonna win. No f***in' way!

You prehistoric f***ing b*tch!

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