Paulie
-clean the fuckin toilets
-clean the fuckin kitchen
-sweep the fuckin patio
Don't fuck this up, you mutt! We need the joint clean for those Peckers tonight after the game. I gotta run out to pick up supplies and more fuckin wine. Your mother fucks mook dicks in hell, but you do a good job for me today you'll make a hundred extra on your paycheck.
Greg
-You're the fuckin son I never had, but please get that twat off your brain. She's turnin your mind into mush! Your register's been under for a week solid. I can't have this shit. Please, for the love of God, ball that bimbo.
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