Jāā, mans trūkums bija manāms. Tātad gluži peldošs melnais caurums visumā neesmu. Prieks to apzināties. Noskatījos Hangover [beidzot. sen bij laiks atbrīvot cietajam some space]

Jap, nedrīkstu nomirt pirms neesmu aizbraucis uz Lasvegasu ar miljonu kabatā [tikai tā var izbaudīt attiecīgo vietu, kad nav jāskaita katrs santīms, kas pie dvēseles, bet vari svaidīties ar zaļajām banknotēm uz nebēdu]

Alan Garner: Hey Phil, look!
[laughs hysterically while miming the baby masturbating]
Alan Garner: He's jackin' his little weenus!
Phil Wenneck: Pull yourself together, bro!
Alan Garner: Not at the table, Carlos!

Alan Garner: It was really nice meeting you.
Melissa: Fuck off!
Alan Garner: You know, I was thinking of getting my bartender's license.
Melissa: Suck my dick!
Alan Garner: No thank you.

Doug Billings: Tracy did mention we shouldn't let him gamble. Or drink too much.
Phil Wenneck: Jesus, he's like a gremlin. Comes with instructions and shit.

Stu Price: You are literally too stupid to insult.
Alan Garner: Thank you.

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