"Don't worry honey. I've got the emergency numbers tattooed right here on my palm. See? Police. Fire. Ambulance. Suicide hotline. Plastic surgeon..."
"Hey Clooney. How's it working out with the stripper? Dope."
"Why do I taste sulfur?"
"Do you think if I blew you every night for two weeks we could get ourselves another..."
"Don't even say it."
"But I want another..."
"You can blow me every hour on the hour for the rest of my life honey, but there is no fucking way I'm adopting another one."
"Fine. Fuck you then. I'm calling Ryan Gosling. I'm sure he'd appreciate a blow-job..."
