Plump Fiction Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1997
- 82 min
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surf-and-turf tits
just hangin' out
in the Disney daylight.
Damn!
Yeah.
Apparently in Europe,
seeing a woman's tits
is like an everyday thing.
So she's just sitting up there
waving at the kids.
Families huddle around
taking her picture.
Hair up in a bun?
Eh, this black motherfucking
hairy-ass n*gger's
gotta get his ass down there,
I'm telling you that right now.
Sh*t!
Look out!
(TREYS SCREECH)
(THUMP!)
You hit something.
Yeah, no sh*t, Sherlock.
Get that f***in' bug
off the hood of my car.
Ugh!
(QUIRKY MUSIC)
Uh-oh. No page numbers.
F***ing bug, huh. We should have
a grenade for this type of sh*t.
Maybe we just spray him
with your Jeri curl.
Say, man, this is real hair, OK'?
Helps a n*gger's hair relax.
You wouldn't know
nothing about that sh*t.
Why don't you relax?
How many of them up there, man?
The whole place
is probably crawling with them.
And only sends two of us'?
Well, you know Monticello.
Damn, we should have a f***in' Uzi.
(DOG BARKS)
WOMAN:
Will you stop that...Is that the revolutionary
new pesticide you been working on?
Eh, man, that's gonna get this brother
out of this bullshit exterminating suits
into an Armani suit.
I might even end up with a Porsche.
Like most fly n*ggers.
Eh, Julius,
it's a f***in' doughnut.
This is a lethal puff pastry.
Within the walls
is a Bavarian cream
laced with DDT.
Enough to exterminate
a whole tenement.
Lay one of these suckers
on the kitchen counter,
you wake up the next morning,
it's like f***ing cockroach Jonestown.
Yeah, and kill an entire family.
Huh'?
You can't leave a f***in' poisonous
doughnut laying on the counter.
Somebody's gonna eat it.
Not if you tell them it's poisonous.
WOMAN:
I said, would you shut...Give me that f***in' doughnut.
...that goddamn dog up?!
We spray once.
Oh, man.
And that's it.
But then they gonna come right back.
Uh-huh, then we'll come back.
That's how we make a living.
No, that's how Monticello makes
a f***in' living.
I don't get paid enough
for this bullshit.
Say, you know what they call
an eclair in New Zealand'?
So, what's her name again?
Mimi.
They say she's plump.
Yeah.
Used to be an exotic dancer.
Monticello likes his women party-size.
Oh, yeah? Not me.
I don't like fat chicks.
Yeah, right.
I don't.
Yeah, OK.
Serious, man.
Yeah, whatever.
Fat, me, no can do.
Uh-huh. Yeah, right.
I'm tellin' you.
Let me tell you something -
200 years ago,
you would've been singing
a different tune, my friend.
Is that so'?
Yes.
A man's prowess was measured
by the size of his wife.
The bigger, the better, OK'?
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