- Why not? I'm pretty sure he farted in the car while I was depositing my 20 bucks. He prolly thinks he's a genius, got it all timed and shit. One variable he didn't factor in: the AC was on. It's the same law as with cigarettes, it gets stuck in the vents. You clean your vents?
- You clean your vents?
- Shit, I excuse myself outside of the car and fart on people's foreheads.
- Class act all the way.
- Fuggedabdid. See, that's why I like you. You keep it real. It's like I always say—and my wife, she tells me, but she's wrong—it's like—hey, don't look at her, look at me...I'm your man.
- I don't want a man; I want some—
- Hey! What did we say about keeping it classy? Look...keepin it classy, that's what
- That's what's word!
- No! No, look...look, it's important you learn this, (caresses his face) one day you're going to be a man, you're a lovely boy, but
- No, not little boys, that grown up girl right there. Oh yea, you grown up, private lessons and all.
- You know her parents paid for that.
- What?
- The Lessons.
- What lessons?
- You should be more careful with your words around me.
- Oh, man, I'm just mouthing jive to her. It ain't but a thing.
- You know, you shouldn't make up shit just cause you think it makes you sound cool. If anything, it makes you sound ignorant...if anything at all.
- Aw, man, what the hell? Ok, I'm here. Fuck the bitch... or don't fuck her, I don't know, I don't know what you want me to say. You're my man!
- Fuck you. Suck my dick, cocksucker...fuckin faggot. I'm going next door.
- (chasing him) You know he's not going to let you in...
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