[to Eugenia]
Your eggs are dying. Would it kill you to go on a date?
Your eggs are dying. Would it kill you to go on a date?
Eat my shit.
I'm sorry, but were you dropped on your head as an infant, or were you just born stupid?
And you didn't have just ONE, you had TWO slices!!! [begins laughing hysterically, as Minny flees] RUN, MINNY, RUN!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Frying chicken just tend to make you feel better about life.
I may have trouble remembering my own name, or what country I live in, but there are two things I can't seem to forget: that my own daughter threw me into a nursing home, and that she ate Minny's shit.
If you can love your enemy, you already have a victory.