Hung 2x9

Fat Off My Love or I’m the Allergen

& Lenore: Ray, if you back an animal into a corner, it has no choice but to fight. And I will fight.

& Lenore: Tanya is toast. She is a dead poet walking. You can’t save her.

& Lenore: You get me my cut by tomorrow, and I will forget everything. You don’t get me my cut, and I will...
    Ray: You will what, Lenore?
    Lenore: I will do things I will later regret.

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& Tanya: Are those your kids?
    Charlie: So she says.

& Jessica: You sure you don’t wanna come to Ronnie’s thing tonight?
    Darby: He’s winning an award for selling a lot of Botox. I mean, he makes money off women feeling bad about themselves.

& Tanya: What’s so great about being a good person?!

& Darby: I don’t want you to write any more poems about me.
    Damon: It wasn’t about you. It was about foetuses*. Foetuses in general. And gum*.

& Patty: T-Brain, T-Brain, T-Brain.
    Tanya: Don’t call me T-Brain. Don’t call me T-Brain! I’m a motherfucking pimp!

& Patty: You can keep the snow globe. I wasn’t going to report you.
    Tanya: I don’t want the globe! You can hit me. Hit me! Hit me with the belt!

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foetus — плод; зародыш; эмбрион
gum — склеиваться

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