I Spit on Your Grave: Vengeance is Mine Page #2

I see you driving around in.

If you want p*ssy,

you're gonna have to pay for it

'cause I really can't see anybody

f***ing you for free.

Dykes.

It's a sad thing

when a straight woman

would rather eat p*ssy

than f*** your sorry ass.

Ooh! Sh*t!

What the f*** was that, man?

Don't mind them.

Their c*cks make them stupid.

It's true.

I saw it in a documentary.

It sucks all the blood

from their brains.

The bigger their d*cks,

the dumber they get.

He must be hung like a horse.

Come on,

you're buying me a drink.

- I live right there.

- Where?

- On 14th.

- I'm on Elm.

No kidding?

We should scissor each other.

Shut up.

So Chiefs dad

owns some, like, electronics

franchise or something.

He's hardly an urban gangster.

Well, if it's an act,

it scared me.

I mean, do they have

mothers, sisters?

How do they learn to speak

to women like that?

You know what? I don't give a sh*t

how women are spoken to

or objectified by rap music lyrics

or whatever.

I mean,

people got raped in palaces

where everybody spoke poetry.

I'd rather he talked to me

like that than pretend.

At least it's honest.

I mean, like, talking nice,

it is just, like,

dressed-up bullshit.

Yeah.

- Like the do-gooders.

- Huh?

Oh, nothing.

There's this guy at my work

who just wants to be friends.

Oh, yeah, he wants you to say hello

to his little friend.

- His very little friend, most likely.

- Yes.

No chance

he's one of the good ones?

There are good ones?

Yeah, sure. And unicorns, too.

Haven't you heard?

I'll tell you what.

He does put a hand on you,

you really ought to shank the bastard.

I mean, it's an office, right?

Grab one of those letter openers,

jab it in his inner thigh,

watch him bleed out.

That's graphic.

I'm sorry. I just say whatever.

I don't give a sh*t.

I'm so sorry.

No, it's okay.

All that political correctness

is pretty irritating anyway.

Mm-hmm.

That group lady Lynne

is really hard to take.

She's a f***ing idiot.

Everything with her

is healing and forgiveness.

I can't take that

turquoise Sedona bullshit.

You know, you want

to give these women hope?

Give them vengeance.

Yeah.

Well, I'm not sure

that fixes anything either.

It fixes them.

All these women

in abusive relationships,

they should be learning

how to poison soup.

Yes, but do you have

any extreme views?

Look, I'm no angel.

I've done some weird sh*t

in the bedroom.

But that was consenting,

you know?

When my ex

came at me with his...

that was it.

I'm done.

I'm not kidding.

I'm not gonna be handled again.

Not by anybody.

I mean, you trust someone,

you let them in,

they f*** you up.

F*** that, you know?

And the cops won't help you.

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