Bulldog:
Can you stop being a shrink and just be like a guy.
Frasier:
Like a guy... Like a guy... SCREW HER!
Bulldog:
What?
Frasier:
Yeah, you don't need her. She's trash!
Bulldog:
Yeah, that's right.
Frasier:
You're better off without her, we both are!
Bulldog: I
like the sound of this.
Frasier:
Yeah, so do I. Unattractive yet liberating, rather like the one and only time I
wore a European bathing suit. I'm sorry. SHE'S A BITCH!
Bulldog:
Hey, she wasn't even that hot.
Frasier: You're
right. All she did was save you the trouble of having to dump her!
Bulldog: I
never thought about that.
Frasier:
There you go!
Bulldog:
I'm feeling a little better, Doc.
Frasier: That's
right.
Bulldog:
Thanks. It's great talking to you.
Frasier:
Likewise. You know I could talk like
this for another thirty seconds.
Frasier:
She was nothing! She was less than
nothing!
Bulldog:
Yeah, right.
Frasier:
Tomorrow you're gonna find someone even hotter, and you know what you're gonna
do?
Bulldog:
What?
Frasier:
You're gonna have your fun with her, and then you're gonna DUMP her just for
the hell of it!
Bulldog:
Yeah, DUMP HER!
Frasier:
And you know what?! You're not gonna
feel bad about it at all! And you know why?!
BECAUSE WE'RE GUYS! AND THAT'S
WHAT GUYS DO!!!!!
Niles:
Distressing news, Frasier: Francois gave away our table.
Frasier:
SCREW HIM!
Niles:
Excuse me?
Frasier:
You heard what I said! We don't need him
or his stinky little restaurant! There
are plenty of restaurants in town! I say we go somewhere we don't even need a
reservation!
Frasier:
Thank you, Niles.
Niles:
You're welcome.
Frasier:
Yes, you know, if we hasten, perhaps we can catch the first seating at Cigar
Volante.
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