Charlie: What do you want me to do?
Mac: I don’t care.
Dennis: Yeah, get a job.
Charlie: Oh, get a job?
Dennis: Yeah.
Charlie: Just get a job? Why don’t I strap on my job helmet and squeeze down into a job cannon and fire off into Job Land where jobs grow on jobbees?
Mac: Charlie, can I bring something up? I think we have to be very careful about how we do the rape scene.
Charlie: What in God’s name are you talking — there’s no rape scene.
Mac: Well, sure. I pay the troll toll, and then I rape Dennis.
Charlie: No, you don’t rape him. You become him. You do not rape him!
Dennis: He doesn’t?
Charlie: No! Look, let me just walk you guys through this, okay? Once you pay the toll, I want you to come over to Dennis, over by his bed, okay?
Dennis: Dude, I’ll be lying back.
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Charlie: Okay..once he gets near you, you have to sense him, okay? Suddenly…you sense him.
Mac: What if I were to position him in a way where I get behind him, and then Frank could throw that blanket, that he’s got right there, over us, and then that way you can’t see the penetration.
Dennis: That’s a good idea, because the blanket will make the rapings…I’m sorry, the “sexing from behind” feel more classy.
Frank: Wait, wait. I’m a little confused here. What’s a twink?
Dennis: A twink is small and slender, like Mac.
Mac: Whoa, no. I’m too muscular. I would be a bear.
Dennis: Oh, don’t think so, bro. Not hairy enough.
Frank: Smooth. I would be a bear.
Dennis: No, now see I don’t think you’d be a bear either. As a matter of fact, I don’t know what you would be because you’re definitely not a twink.
Frank: I’d be a top, that’s for sure.
Frank: This is a goddamn coup!
Dennis: Now don’t it personally, Dad. That’s just politics.
Frank: You look like a dick in that tiny jacket!
Dee: OK, then let’s—let’s focus on finding your breath.
Charlie: What?
Dee: Where is your breath?
Charlie: …in my mouth?
Dee: N—no. It starts in your chest. You gotta focus on your diaphragm.
Charlie: What the hell’s a diaphragm?
