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I understand now.
Don't you see, Trisha?
Well, from this moment on, Trisha, I shall torment you no longer.
Oh, Gus.
No.
Chris!
I never was the least bit interested in you, but you sure know the proper way to show a gal you love her.
But anyway, it's not your fault.
Before I let you go, I'll see us both rot and burn in hell, and then rot some more, until we're both the mulch that makes up the fertilizer in the devil's garden.
I love you, Trisha!
Only losers don't finish what they start.
Ah, this is going to be excruciatingly painful.
But sue me.
No, Chris, that's a man.
It was like I was run over.
No, I don't need you at all.
One ass.
Sally Friedman, gorgeous, platinum blonde, had a backside that went on forever.
And people say the world has become cold and impersonal.