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Little Gold Men

You stay on top of her, Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard.

I didn't get into this business to please sophomore Tracy Schwartzman, so… onward and upward. On… Why, Tracy?! Why?!!

By Vanity Fair
January 1, 2020



You're losing blood, aren't you? Probably, my socks are wet. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw. Well excuse me for liking the way they frame my junk! She wanted to look 48. I nearly airbrushed her into oblivion. Ended up checking "albino" on the form. Say something that will terrify me. Lindsay: F*** me. Tobias: No, that didn't do it. I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run.. so now I'm afraid I have something of a mess on my hands.

Daddy horny, Michael. There's a girl in my soup! Te quiero. English, please. I love you! Great, now I'm late. The Army had half a day. She calls it a mayonegg. What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON!

Little Gold Men
It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face.
You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you! Oh, yeah, the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in 3 months. Come on!

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No, Pop-pop does not get a treat.

Teamocil. Go ahead, touch the Cornballer. She calls it a Mayonegg. It's a wonderful restaurant! You are a worse psychiatrist than you are a son-in-law and you will never get work as an actor because you have no talent.

Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching.
You said spanking.