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| Hope y'all enjoyed the Oscars, folks. How're you feeling, William "B" Safire? I saw you last night sippin' Alizé with Three 6 Mafia at the Vanity Fair party. |
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| [breaking into song] It's hard out here for a columnist . . . |
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| Do you remember spilling punch all over Spielberg's tux? |
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| Son, word of advice: When a party ends, don't say yes to night surfin' with Jessica Alba and Patrick Swayze. |
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| You mean post-party you were all Point Break and shit? |
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| More like Point Krunk, Jack! |
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| Well, let's get to our guest, shall we? Ladies and Gentlemen, the Seriousness With Which Crash Takes Itself. |
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| [heavy-handed cheering] |
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| I just want to say how important this win was for the human race. |
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| Uh . . . sure. So. You read my novel? |
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| I did. [polite pause] Now, I don't want to judge, butto be perfectly honest, I don't get it, what's the message? |
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| That's the point! There is no message. |
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| [chanting] Crash really sucked! Crash really |
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| Hey cut that out! You know damn well this Flog treats each guest with equality and fairness. |
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| Clooney, my man. Now, TSWWCTI, if you don't mind the acronym, is there a particular speech you have prepared? |
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| I'd like to say NO THANK YOU to racism and bigotry. And a warm thank you to awareness and diversity and Paul |
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| Haggis for scribing like a Hallmark staff writer? |
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| [hootin' and high-fivin' each other] |
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| Oh no you didn't! |
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| What have you written you fucking guinea!?! |
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| It's that really, really angry cop from Crash who, in one scene exhibits hatred toward a black couple and then ten minutes later, through the grace of unabashed contrivance, is saving the woman of that couple from a burning car. |
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| Dawg, ask how many takes he did on that scene where he felt up that ho's crotch? |
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| Listen here, Safire! My father hired several black people as |
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| [gun shot] |
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| Thanks, Ennis! Hey man, sorry about the Best Picture Award. |
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| Sar 'bout what? |
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| [impersonating Ennis] This Oscar guy. If word gets out. If the show airs wide. He'll get us all killed. |
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| [laughing] You kill me, B! |
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| You going to take that from him, Officer Ryan, huh? You going to be a pussy all your life? |
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| Baby, cut me some slack. The cowboy fucking shot me. |
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| I'm not going to sit here and watch you get ridiculed on some Flog by |
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| Please. Lombardi's a bottom feeder. I got hemorrhoids bigger than that guido's bank account. |
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| Excuse me, I happen to be a rejected novelist! |
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| I happened to fall down the stairs today. When my maid helped me up, I suddenly realized I've been an angry person my entire life. |
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| [rolling his eyes] |
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| You see, Mr. Lee, amid all this hatred, she experienced an epiphany |
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| You call me ecstasy dealer! |
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| Excuse me, but I've never "called" anyone anything. |
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| You fucking liar!!! You cheater!!! |
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| It's that irate Persian store owner who accuses everyone of crossing him. |
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| [brewing up hatred] |
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| [toying with his Trio] Dawg, Alba and Lohan are goin' to Quentin's crib later on. I'll hollah back a text right quick. |
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| Sure thing, B! I'll bring my novel. |
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| This is LA, son. You don't read, you drive. |
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| Right, B. Well, good night and good luck, folks. |
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| You call my daughter good fuck? I kill you!!! |
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| This Flog is just socially irresponsible. I am appalled and offended. |
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