She's So Lovely Page #6

and get with the beat

You hypocrite!

- Take it easy.

- Son of a b*tch!

- Phony bastard pervert!

- Shut up and go to bed!

Come out here and say that!

You come out here and say that

to my face, you f***in' lowlife!

My husband'll kick

the sh*t outta you!

Hey, Maureen.

Well, couldn't you?

F***in' fat tub of lard!

F***in' hit you so hard

he'd f***in' lose his fat ass!

- Couldn't you beat him up?

- I don't wanna.

What do you wanna do?

I want you to be a tough guy!

- That's what you are, isn't it?

- No.

What the f*** is wrong with you?

Eddie! What the f***

is the matter with you? God, no!

Not too much! Not too much!

Get off him!

You're both f***in' nuts,

you know that?

And you're a goddamn whore.

He called you a whore!

I wanna take beer bottles

and smash 'em over people's heads.

OK.

I just wanna smash 'em.

OK.

Because I love you.

What the hell are you talkin' about?

Make some coffee, Eddie.

Hey, Maureen, we got beer.

You want a beer?

No. I'm goin' to bed.

Jesus.

When you think about it,

what an interesting thing a woman is.

Tits and ass and...

lips, and th... this kills me... hair.

Where the f*** did hair come from?

What is hair?

It's like nails. Same as nails.

Nails? Nails?

What kind of nails you got?

I don't have any hair on my nails.

Oh, boy, are you pretty.

You are so pretty.

What would you do if I kissed you?

Would you scream?

Not me.

We were meant for each other.

We're all banged up.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

We do what we feel like doin',

even if we get punched.

Yeah.

You didn't get punched. You fell.

Not only once. You fell three times.

OK.

"OK," what?

What are you doin'?

Why are you doin' this?

You know I love you.

I protect you.

I could never hurt you.

I'd cut my arms off for you.

I know that.

We'll just lay here.

We'll lay right here.

Just make me feel warm.

That's all I want.

I wanna know

what happened to you.

- What are you hiding from me?

- Nothin'.

I wanna know who did this to you.

I know you love me. That I know.

But I can't stand for this.

Gimme the guy's name

and I'll blow the sh*t out of his ass.

Somebody thinks they can screw

with my wife. Nobody can touch you.

Because you're Murphy.

You're queen. You're the king.

Was it that guy across the hall?

Was it that fat slob across the hall?

It wasn't?

Then who the hell was it? Who the hell

and the sh*t and the piss was it?

I wanna ask you a question.

Don't answer me until I ask

unless you're clairvoyant.

Which you could be,

but you haven't been up until now.

You're just pretending to understand

to be polite.

You can't see my thoughts.

You can't understand...

You can't understand my obscurity.

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