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?
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
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..
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
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.
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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