Is There a Mrs. Waffles?
Alan: So is gonorrhea...
Berta: Drinking from the well of bitterness, are we?
Alan: I just don’t understand what kind of spiteful god... could allow my drunken whoremonger* of a brother... to become a children’s singing star... while I toil away in poverty-stricken anonymity.
Berta: You wanna talk to me about toiling away in poverty-stricken anonymity?
Alan: No. Sorry. I’m sure you’ve got it worse than I do.
Berta: Whoa, whoa, I wouldn’t go that far! What I’m trying to say is... there’s another way to look at this.
Alan: What’s that?
Berta: We’re all in this together. Your brother’s success is our success. His home is our home. And most importantly, when he’s got a load on, his car is my car.
& Charlie: Hey, Alan, guess what.
Alan: There is no God?
Charlie: Oh, on the contrary, there is a God, and he love me long time.
& Alan: Do you believe in God, Artie?
Artie: I’ll tell you what I believe in. Regular prostate exams, full-release massage and Charlie freaking Waffles.
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whoremonger — блядун
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