Friday, August 26, 2011

I'm afraid I must file you... under... "chicken shit."

Stuntman Mike: [slowly] So, how about that lap dance?
Arlene: I think I'm going to have to give you a rain check.
Stuntman Mike: Well, since you'll be leaving in the next couple of days, that rain check will be worthless. But that's okay. I understand if I make you uncomfortable. You're still a nice girl, and I still like you. But I must warn you of something - you know how people say "You're okay in my book" or "In my book, that's no good"? Well, I actually have a book.
[Stuntman Mike pulls out a little book from his back pocket]
Stuntman Mike: And everybody I ever meet goes in this book. And, now I've met you, and you're going in the book! Except, I'm afraid I must file you... under... "chicken shit."
Arlene: [grabbing the book] And what if I did it?
Stuntman Mike: Well, definitely couldn't file you under "chicken shit" then, now, could I? 

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