The Party Animal Page #2

- Get her to examine you.

What will I say?

Tell her you've got a problem

with your pecker.

I got a problem with my pecker.

- What?

- My hooter.

- How long have you had it?

- I've had my hooter all my life.

What's the problem with your member?

- My what?

- Your member.

I never thought of him as a member.

I always thought of him as a loner.

Take off your pants.

Underwear, too.

I'll take off mine

if you take off yours.

Get up on the table.

No!

Pondo, you've got to quit giving up.

- You just need some training.

- Training? What do you mean?

- You need to know what to do.

- I know what to do.

But you don't know how to do it.

You need a teacher.

But you said you were my teacher.

You said you were my teacher.

I want to take you

to see my teacher, Elbow.

- Elbow?

- Elbow.

Okay.

Sh*t, Studley, I'm sorry.

Hey, it's all right, man.

So, you've come to old Elbow

for some advice?

Yes, sir.

You ain't getting no p*ssy, are you?

No, sir.

Why do you think

we call p*ssy, "p*ssy"?

- I don't know, sir.

- Because it's furry?

Because it's warm?

Because it scratches

when it gets angry?

No? Well, what then?

Now, it don't purr and it don't meow!

Then why do we call it "p*ssy"?

I don't know, sir.

Because that old hound dog

wants to eat it up.

You've got to be the hound dog.

You've got to let that p*ssy know

you're the hound dog.

Put it in your mind. Feel it in your body.

Hound dog's gonna eat that p*ssy.

Let me hear you say that.

Hound dog is gonna eat that p*ssy.

No. Hound dog's gonna eat that p*ssy.

Hound dog is gonna eat that p*ssy.

Hound dog. One more.

Hound dog is gonna eat that p*ssy.

Hound dog is gonna eat that p*ssy.

Hey, there. What's going on, n*gger.

Get down.

Hey, brothers,

where be the dames tonight?

I don't want to go

home on three legs.

Now that's what I'm talking about.

You ain't a man till

you made it with a tan.

Hey, baby, what's shaking.

Excuse me, sucker.

Hound dog

is not running with the pack tonight.

Good evening, darling.

Hound dog's come to make love.

Hey, brothers.

Listen, take note, and look.

Because the hound dog,

he done written the book.

I am a man. I am a brother.

I'm a soul brother. I'm a...

Honky.

I'm going to kill myself.

Hi, girls.

My name is Lula Belle.

- Would you like to play some cards?

- What kind of cards do you want to play?

Strip poker?

Fine.

- Does everybody understand how to play?

- I don't understand.

You mean if I lose, I lose my clothes?

Absolutely. Littlest card loses.

So if I lose, I lose big, no?

Take one. Let's see how your luck is.

There you go. One for you.

- Okay, show your cards.

- Seven.

- Nine.

- What did you get?

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