Armitage: Do you think I can ever become a better person?
Blank: You can't turn crap into fudge...but you are like a sardine that tastes like a lollipop!
Armitage: I wish you tasted like candy.
Blank: Yeah, yeah...I'm a black Blank...we taste like "Old Spice".
Armitage: There is something I always wanted to ask you?
Blank: If I like punk rock?
Armitage: No...what is your real name?
Blank: Yeah that is where I draw a Blank...call it underground amnesia or sumthing.
Armitage: You won't tell me?
Blank: Don't take it personally babe.
Armitage: But I thought we were trying to take the next step?
Blank: What kind...lover's leap?
Armitage: Oh whatever...do you want to go get a drink?
Blank: Hit the Armarillo Armadillo, the Elegant Elephant, the Ravage Raddish, or Pinnochio Joe's?
Armitage: I want some V.I.R. time after I've had a couple, let's go to the Raddish!
Blank: Get T-wreck to smoke some of himself?
Armitage: Yeah he loves himself like he could clone himself, stuff and have himself mounted.
Blank: I could make that possible, but he would need to tolerate himself as an android.
Armitage: I thought you needed to die first for the "Resurrectonis Program"?
Blank: Not if we take Flipsidz hostage...?
Armitage: O.k., you are on your own on that one!
Blank: What are you? A timid terrorist?
Armitage: Or a frigid dare to be kissed studmuffin...you know I usually like artificial insemination with a plastic tool from a girl who you would drool?
Blank: Where did you pick up that ryhming crap?
Armitage: Trax ex-lax Blank...
Blank: Oh yeah...the prophetic poet that he is?
Armitage: Or the porn star that he isn't?
Blank: Yeah let me show you my six gun for sex fun!
Armitage: Just don't shoot without the safety on, o.k.?
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