With or without your help, we're getting out of this town. I fucking swear.
I hate the way you clean your teeth with that paintbrush.
Freaks with scalpels stole my vision. (It's not what you think. It was a religious experience.)
Not until I've eaten her toenails. (I want a fetish.)
Fillings.
Inkara. (I remember.)
I lost your name.
Just jump over her. (She's dead anyway.)
Just pour it into your engine.
Oh my God, I think I'm... I'm... going!
How did he say that? Oh, I remember: "I want to look like Woody Allen when I die."
Smile, it's only family.
I hate the way this shit tastes.
You look like a crab in that dress.
Shut up and take another.
Mogul Mogul Mogul.
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