Bobby

- Jesus Christ. - Your mom do got some big-ass titties.

- Mwah. Cheers. - ALL: Cheers!

Real talk, real talk. Purple.

- All right, what happened with your girl? - Fuck that bitch.

I'm counting that from the first time I ever saw her, 'cause ever since then,

- That's definitely her. - Oh! Got you, bitch!

You guys know tonight is me and this girl's one-month anniversary.

- Really? - Yeah, really.

Stop and think for a second. Stop and think for a second.

- That's not bad. - It's better than not bad.

- She's crazy, she's a princess. - Goddamn!

- Oh, shit! - That's her?

You gonna get that?

- Really? - What are you, my mom?

You're not getting that butt from Barbara Sugarman anytime in the immediate future.

Shit starts to remind me of my mom or something.

Oh, my God! OK, hold on, hold on, all right.

- That's it? - Right?

- and she's out? - You don't know her.

I'm telling you guys something. You be a man, you do the right thing,

- What did he do? - Why you taking his side?

But you still gonna finish that class?

- Fuck! - I think it's dinner. Maybe even lunch.

Come on, son. There's no such thing, that's the point, it's a scale from one to ten.

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