| Mr. Brown |
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OK. Let me tell you what "Like A Virgin is about. It's all about this cooze who's a regular fuck machine. I'm talkin' morning, day, night, afternoon....dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick! |
| Mr. Blue |
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How many dicks is that? |
| Mr. White |
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A lot. |
| Mr. Brown |
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Then one day, she meets this John Holmes motherfucker. It's like, "Whoa, baby." He's like Charles Bronson in the "Great Escape". He's digging tunnels. NOw she's getting serious dick action. She's feelin' something she ain't felt since forever: pain, pain. |
| Joe Cabot |
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Chu? Toby Chu? |
| Mr. Brown |
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It hurts. It hurts her. It shouldn't hurt her. Her pussy should be Bubble-Yum by now. But when this cat fucks her, it hurts. It hurts just like it did the first time. You see, the pain is reminding a fuck machine...what it was once like to be a virgin. Hence, "Like a Virgin". |
| Mr. Pink |
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Hey why am I Mr. Pink? |
| Joe Cabot |
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Because you're a faggot. |
| Mr. Pink |
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Why can't we pick our own colors? |
| Joe Cabot |
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No way, no way. Tried it once, doesn't work. You got four guys all fighting over who's gonna be Mr. Black, but they don't know each other, so nobody wants to back down. No way. I pick. You're Mr. Pink. Be thankful you're not Mr. Yellow. |
| Mr. Brown |
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Yeah, but Mr. Brown is a little too close to Mr. Shit. |
| Mr. Pink |
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Mr. Pink sounds like Mr. Pussy. How 'bout if I'm Mr. Purple? That sounds good to me. I'll be Mr. Purple. |
| Joe Cabot |
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You're not Mr. Purple. Some guy on some other job is Mr. Purple. Your Mr. PINK. |
| Mr. White |
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Who cares what your name is? |
| Mr. Pink |
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Yeah, that's easy for your to say, you're Mr. White. You have a cool-sounding name. Alright look, if it's no big deal to be Mr. Pink, you wanna trade? |
| Joe Cabot |
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Hey! NOBODY'S trading with ANYBODY. This ain't a goddamn, fucking city council meeting, you know. Now listen up, Mr. Pink. There's two ways you can go on this job: my way or the highway. Now what's it gonna be, Mr. Pink? |
| Mr. Pink |
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Jesus Christ, Joe, fucking forget about it. It's beneath me. I'm Mr. Pink. Let's move on. |
| Joe Cabot |
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I'll move on when I feel like it... All you guys got the goddamn message?... I'm so goddamn mad, hollering at you guys I can hardly talk. Pssh. Let's go to work. |