Hung 3x7

What’s Going on Downstairs? or Don’t Eat Prince Eric!

& Tanya: Ray, 25 times I’ve called you. Did you think it was urgent?

& Tanya: Did you have sex with Kyla? I’m guessing you didn’t, but, uh, you didn’t, right?
    Ray: Why are you asking me?!
    Tanya: I... Would you listen? I... I have... I have reason to believe that Kyla is a man.

& Ray: I am sure this lady is a woman. Okay? All right?
    Tanya: Okay, Ray, if... if you say so.

& Tanya: We’re operating close to the line here.
    Sandee: Close to what line?
    Tanya: The illegal line, Sandee! Do you understand what I’m saying to you?
    Sandee: Don’t invite too many randoms to fuck the hos.

& Ray: I am not...
    Tanya: No, don’t.
    Ray: I am not fucking a guy, Tanya.
    Tanya: No, you don’t have to fuck anyone, Ray. You’ll get 1,000 bucks just to be an escort.

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& Ray: I don’t need this job, Tanya. There’s a room full of real women out there and they’ve got real vaginas!

& Tanya: Welcome. All right, today’s subject is choice. Because choice leads to freedom. And freedom around here equals Orgasmic Living.

& Jason: So now we just hang out back here?.. For how long?
    Ray: Till she calls for the Samson file.
    Jason: Who’s Samson?
    Ray: Nobody’s Samson. It’s a fake file.

& Sandee: Okay, ... Jason is fucking these women anyway. So we... we film it. And then we post it on the Internet.
    Tanya: We can’t film the clients and post it on the Internet without their permission!
    Sandee: We can blur their faces. I already have the domain name and everything. It’s “myfianceisawhore.com.”
    Tanya: Do you have a bathroom that I could use?

& Ray: So, uh, when did that start for you?
    Kyla: Being a woman?
    Ray: Mm-hmm.
    Kyla: When did you start being a man?

& Sandee: Please don’t eat Prince Eric!

Air Supply — I’m all out of love

♪ I’m all out of love, I’m so lost without you ♪
♪ I know you were right, believing for so long ♪
♪ I’m all out of love, what am I without you? ♪

& Ray: When you’re young, you get all worked up about what people think of you. But that’s the good thing about getting older. You realize, “fuck that” it’s what you think of yourself.

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On the Imdb.

__ Ooh, those eighties.