Mr. Brown: Let me tell you what Like a Virgin's about...
Mr. White: Listen, buddy. You go ahead and be scared. You've been brave enough for one day.
Mr. White: Listen to me. You're gonna be fine. Along with the kneecap, the gut is the most painful area a guy can get shot in.
Mr. Orange: No shit!
Mr. White: But it takes a long time to die from it. I'm talkin' days. You're gonna wish you were dead. But it takes days to die from your wound. Time is on your side.
Mr. Pink: This is bad. This is so fucking bad. Is it bad?
Mr. White: As opposed to good?
Mr. Pink: Did you kill anybody?
Mr. White: A few cops.
Mr. Pink: No real people?
Mr. White: Just cops.
Mr. Pink: We ain't taking him to a hospital.
Mr. White: If we don't, he'll die!
Mr. Pink: And I'm very sad about that, but some fellas are lucky, and some ain't.
Mr. Blonde: Guess what? I think I'm parked in the red zone.
Holdaway: Now, the things you gotta remember are the details. It's the details that sell your story. Now, this particular story takes place in a men's room. So you gotta know all the details about the men's room. You gotta know if they got paper towels or a blower to dry your hands with. You gotta know if the stalls ain't got no doors or not, man. You gotta know if they got liquid soap or that pink, granulated powdered shit... they used to use in high school, remember? You gotta know if they got hot water or not; if it stinks; if some nasty, low-life, scum-ridden motherfucker, man, sprayed diarrhea all over one of the bowls. You gotta know every detail there is to know about this commode. So what you gotta do is to take all them details, man, and make 'em your own. While you're doin' that, you gotta remember that this story's about you, and how you perceived the events that went down. The only way to do that, my brother, is to keep saying it and saying it and saying it... and saying it and saying it.
Freddy: This was during the Los Angeles marijuana drought, 1986.....
Mr. Pink: Why am I Mr. Pink?
Joe Cabot: Because you're a faggot, all right?
Mr. Pink: Why can't we pick our own colors?
Joe Cabot: No way, no way. Tried it once. It doesn't work. You get four guys all fighting over who's gonna be Mr. Black.
Joe Cabot: You're Mr. Pink. Be thankful you're not Mr. Yellow.
Mr. Brown: Eh, yeah, but Mr. Brown, that's a little too close to Mr. Shit.
Mr. Pink: Well, Mr. Pink sounds like Mr. Pussy. How 'bout if I'm Mr. Purple? I mean, that sounds good to me. I'll, I'll be Mr. Purple.
Joe Cabot: You're not Mr. Purple. Some guy on some other job is Mr. Purple. You're Mr. Pink!
Mr. White: Who cares what your name is?
Mr. Pink: Yeah, that's easy for you to say. You're Mr. White. You have a cool sounding name.
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Mr. White: Listen, buddy. You go ahead and be scared. You've been brave enough for one day.
Mr. White: Listen to me. You're gonna be fine. Along with the kneecap, the gut is the most painful area a guy can get shot in.
Mr. Orange: No shit!
Mr. White: But it takes a long time to die from it. I'm talkin' days. You're gonna wish you were dead. But it takes days to die from your wound. Time is on your side.
Mr. Pink: This is bad. This is so fucking bad. Is it bad?
Mr. White: As opposed to good?
Mr. Pink: Did you kill anybody?
Mr. White: A few cops.
Mr. Pink: No real people?
Mr. White: Just cops.
Mr. Pink: We ain't taking him to a hospital.
Mr. White: If we don't, he'll die!
Mr. Pink: And I'm very sad about that, but some fellas are lucky, and some ain't.
Mr. Blonde: Guess what? I think I'm parked in the red zone.
Holdaway: Now, the things you gotta remember are the details. It's the details that sell your story. Now, this particular story takes place in a men's room. So you gotta know all the details about the men's room. You gotta know if they got paper towels or a blower to dry your hands with. You gotta know if the stalls ain't got no doors or not, man. You gotta know if they got liquid soap or that pink, granulated powdered shit... they used to use in high school, remember? You gotta know if they got hot water or not; if it stinks; if some nasty, low-life, scum-ridden motherfucker, man, sprayed diarrhea all over one of the bowls. You gotta know every detail there is to know about this commode. So what you gotta do is to take all them details, man, and make 'em your own. While you're doin' that, you gotta remember that this story's about you, and how you perceived the events that went down. The only way to do that, my brother, is to keep saying it and saying it and saying it... and saying it and saying it.
Freddy: This was during the Los Angeles marijuana drought, 1986.....
Mr. Pink: Why am I Mr. Pink?
Joe Cabot: Because you're a faggot, all right?
Mr. Pink: Why can't we pick our own colors?
Joe Cabot: No way, no way. Tried it once. It doesn't work. You get four guys all fighting over who's gonna be Mr. Black.
Joe Cabot: You're Mr. Pink. Be thankful you're not Mr. Yellow.
Mr. Brown: Eh, yeah, but Mr. Brown, that's a little too close to Mr. Shit.
Mr. Pink: Well, Mr. Pink sounds like Mr. Pussy. How 'bout if I'm Mr. Purple? I mean, that sounds good to me. I'll, I'll be Mr. Purple.
Joe Cabot: You're not Mr. Purple. Some guy on some other job is Mr. Purple. You're Mr. Pink!
Mr. White: Who cares what your name is?
Mr. Pink: Yeah, that's easy for you to say. You're Mr. White. You have a cool sounding name.
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