Wilfred 1x8

Anger

Anger as soon as fed is dead—
tis starving makes it fat.
Emily Dickinson

& Wilfred: Ryan, remember when I told you a few weeks ago that you are a total pussy?.. Well, I just want to apologize for not emphasizing that enough.

& Wilfred: Ryan, anger is like herpes. You’re not meant to keep it to yourself. Expressing your anger will make you feel better.

& Ryan: Trust me, Kristen hates you.
    Wilfred: We’ll see about that.. I’m going.
    Ryan: What’s that?
    Wilfred: Binaca. I don’t want my breath smelling like balls.

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& Wilfred: Sneakers is no one, huh? Do you usually buy priceless jewelry for no one? Imitation colored glass? Plastic painted to look like metal? This isn’t some cheap, made in China knockoff. This is made in Taiwan, you bastard! Keeping another dog on the side, are you?

& Wilfred: Damn it, why won’t you tell me about Sneakers?!
    Ryan: Because I killed him! Okay? I killed him.
    Wilfred: Well... that’s a relief.

& Wilfred: Ryan, it’s true. And I can prove it. But first, we must cross over to the other side.
    Ryan: The other side of the room?
    Wilfred: Yeah, I dropped my guts over there. That’s going to reek*.

& Wilfred: We’re going to uncover the mysteries of the afterlife, Ryan. The secrets of the dead. And we’ll do it all with the most sacred tool of dark magic!.. S... H... M... E... Wash me... Wash me?! Oh, very funny, Bear. I could feel you pushing it the whole time.

-- Dict:
reek — вонять

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