| Leslie Chow |
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Haha it's funny because he's fat! |
| Leslie Chow |
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So long, gay boys! |
| Phil Wenneck | Tracy, it's Phil. | |
| Tracy Garner | Phil, where the hell are you guys? | |
| Phil Wenneck | Listen, we fucked up. We lost Doug. | |
| Tracy Garner | What? We're getting married in *five hours*. | |
| Phil Wenneck | Yeah...that's not gonna happen. |
| Stu Price |
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(Talking to baby)Everything is going o be O.K.? (Turn around) What the fuck is going on? |
| Doctor | You guys kept talking how you just came from a wedding, at Best Little Chapel, you guys kept talking how great it was.. | |
| Phil Wenneck |
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But you know where Best Chapel is? |
| Doctor | I do,it's on the corner of Get A Map and Fuck Off. |
| Lady in elevator | Oh how cute!What's his name? | |
| Phil Wenneck |
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Ben. |
| Alan Garner |
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Carlos. |
| Phil | Whose fucking baby is that? | |
| Stu | Alan, are you sure you didn't see anyone else in the suite? | |
| Alan | Yeah, I checked all the rooms, no one's there. Check its collar or something. |
| Alan | Hey Phil, look! He's jackin' his little weenis! | |
| Phil | Pull yourself together, bro! | |
| Alan | Not at the table, Carlos! |
| Phil | Would you please put some pants on? I feel weird having to ask you twice. |
| Phil | You're not really wearing that are you? | |
| Alan | Wearing what? | |
| Phil | The man purse. You actually gonna wear that or are you just fuckin' with me? | |
| Alan | It's where I keep all my things. Get a lot of compliments on this. Plus it's not a purse, it's called a satchel. Indiana Jones wears one. | |
| Phil | So does Joy Behar. |
| Alan | Oh, you know what? Next week's no good for me. The Jonas Brothers are in town. But any week after that, it's totally fine. |
| Alan | Hello. How 'bout that ride in? I guess that's why they call it Sin City. Ha ha ha. You guys might not know this, but I consider myself a bit of a loner. I tend to think of myself as a one-man wolf pack. But when my sister brought Doug home, I knew he was one of my own. And my wolf pack, it grew by one. So there... there were two of us in the wolf pack... I was alone first in the pack...and then Doug joined in later. And six months ago, when Doug introduced me to you guys, I thought, Wait a second, could it be? And now I know for sure, I just added two more guys to my wolf pack. Four of us wolves, running around the desert together, in Las Vegas, looking for strippers and cocaine. So tonight, I make a toast! |
| Stu | So, uh, are you sure you're qualified to be taking care of that baby? | |
| Alan | What are you talking about? I've found a baby before. | |
| Stu | You found a baby before? Where? | |
| Alan | Coffee Bean. |
| Alan | Hey guys, when's the next Halley's comet? | |
| Phil | Who cares, man. | |
| Alan | Do you know Stu? | |
| Stu | I don't think it's for like another sixty years or something. | |
| Alan | But it's not tonight right? | |
| Stu | No I don't think so. | |
| Alan | But you don't know for sure? I have this cousin Marcus who saw one he said it blew his mind I want to make sure I never ever miss out on a Halley's comet. |
| Doug | Either way, you gotta be super smart to count cards, buddy, okay? | |
| Alan | Oh really? | |
| Doug | It's not easy. | |
| Alan | Okay, well maybe we should tell that to Rain Man, because he practically bankrupted a casino, and he was a ratard. | |
| Stu | A what? | |
| Alan | He was a ratard. | |
| Doug | REtard. |
| Alan | Gambling? Who said anything about gambling? It's not gambling when you know you're gonna win. Counting cards is a foolproof system. | |
| Stu | It's also illegal. | |
| Alan | It's not illegal. It's frowned upon, like masturbating on an airplane. | |
| Phil | I'm pretty sure that's illegal too. | |
| Alan | Yeah, maybe after 9/11, where everybody got so sensitive. Thanks a lot, Bin Laden. |
| Sid | Remember, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Except for herpes...that shit'll come back with you. |
| Stu | You're such a fuckin' moron! | |
| Alan | Your language is offensive! | |
| Stu | Fuck you! |
| Phil | God dammit! | |
| Alan | Gosh darn it! | |
| Phil | Shit! | |
| Alan | Shoot! |
| Alan | Doug, I want you to know I'm a steel trap. No matter what happens tonight, I will never, ever, ever speak a word of it. | |
| Doug | Thanks Alan, I don't really think that's necessary but... | |
| Alan | Seriously, I don't care what happens. I don't care if we kill someone. | |
| Doug | What? | |
| Alan | You heard me. It's Sin City. |
| Alan | What if Doug's dead? I can't afford to lose somebody close to me again, it hurts too much. I was so upset when my grandpa died. | |
| Phil | How'd he die? | |
| Alan | World War II. | |
| Phil | Died in battle? | |
| Alan | No, he was skiing in Vermont, it was just during World War II. |
| Alan | Not at the table Carlos! | |
| Alan | Look, he's jerking his little weinus! |
| Alan | It's not a purse, it's a satchel. Indiana Jones has one..... |
| Alan Garner |
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Hey, you guys ready to let the dogs out? |
| Stu Price |
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Here's something I would like to remind you two of: our best friend Doug is probably face down in a ditch right now with a meth-head butt-fucking his corpse! |
| Alan | That's highly unlikely. |
| Stu Price |
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(playing the piano and singing) What do tigers dream of when they take their little tiger snooze? Do they dream of mauling zebras, or Halle Berry in her Catwoman suit? Don't you worry your pretty striped head, we're gonna get you back to Tyson and your cozy tiger bed. And then we're gonna find our best friend Doug, and then we're gonna give him a best friend hug. Doug, Doug, oh, Doug, Dougie, Dougie, Doug, Doug! But if he's been murdered by crystal meth tweakers, well then we're shit out of luck. |
| Stu Price |
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That's my grandma's ring. She made it all the way through the holocaust with that thing. It's legit. |
| Stu Price |
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You know, everyone says Mike Tyson is such a badass, but I think he's kind of a sweetheart. |
| Stu Price |
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She's wearing my grandmother's Holocaust ring! |
| Phil Wenneck |
|
Oh man... |
| Alan Garner |
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I didn't know they gave out rings at the Holocaust? |
| Alan Garner |
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Haha driving drunk, classic! |
| Alan Garner |
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Tigers love pepper, they hate cinnamon. |
| Alan Garner |
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Haha, classic mix up. |
| Alan Garner |
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It would be so cool if I could breast-feed. |
| Alan Garner |
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Do you know if the hotel is pager friendly? |
| Lisa | What do you mean? | |
| Alan Garner |
|
I'm not getting a sig' on my beeper. |
| Lisa | I'm not sure. | |
| Alan Garner |
|
Is there a payphone bank? Buncha payphones? Business. |
| Lisa | Um, there's a phone in your room. | |
| Alan Garner |
|
That'll work. |
| Alan Garner |
|
Can I ask you another question? |
| Lisa | Sure. | |
| Alan Garner |
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You probably get this a lot. This isn't the real Caesar's Palace is it? |
| Lisa | What do you mean? | |
| Alan Garner |
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Did, um, did Caesar live here? |
| Lisa | No. | |
| Alan Garner |
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I didn't think so. |
| Leslie Chow |
|
Toodaloo, muthafuckas! |
| Alan Garner |
|
You hear that? The baby's name is Tyler. |
| Phil Wenneck |
|
Yeah, I thought he looked more like a Carlos too, bud. |
| Domestic | $277,322,503 |
| Foreign | +$190,001,160 |
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| Domestic | $277,322,503 |
| Foreign | +190,001,160 |