MichaelOrme/Profane · Datasets at Hugging Face

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It's not <u>you</u>, it's...	No, what is it?
No, what is it?	I have to tell the truth.
I have to tell the truth.	...that's just so <u>narrow</u>...
...that's just so <u>narrow</u>...	The girl was in the car.
The girl was in the car.	Then you're finished in show business.
Then you're finished in show business.	So be it.
So be it.	And my company sues your ass for sixty million dollars.
And my company sues your ass for sixty million dollars.	For what cause?
For what cause?	I don't need a cause, just a lawyer.
You cool the broad out?	I left that for you.
I left that for you.	That's thoughtful. Ziz good, you try this?
We got the permit.	Is that one hell of a kid?
Is that one hell of a kid?	He just saved us eight hundred thousand bucks.
He just saved us eight hundred thousand bucks.	He's got a gift for fiction.
He's got a gift for fiction.	We got to do something nice for <u>him</u>.
Where the hell have you been...? It's...	Sherry, this...
...the damn thing...	No, I'm serious, election's coming up, a lot of people are pretty upset...
Darling, I've been thinking about our little Brad problem? And I think it's time we move to Plan B...	You cannot <u>believe</u> what he said, it was the worst <u>instant</u> of my total life on <u>Earth</u>!!
You cannot <u>believe</u> what he said, it was the worst <u>instant</u> of my total life on <u>Earth</u>!!	I know. I know how rough life can be. And how unfair. So here's what we do. Tomorrow, on the lunch yard, you walk <u>straight</u> <u>up</u> to that little jerk...
I know. I know how rough life can be. And how unfair. So here's what we do. Tomorrow, on the lunch yard, you walk <u>straight</u> <u>up</u> to that little jerk...	And bring my knees up, <u>real</u> hard, yeh?
And bring my knees up, <u>real</u> hard, yeh?	No, that never solves anything. You talk like the big girl you are. About what you feel. And how he's hurt you. You know? You tell the truth.
The guy <u>I</u> see is in the eighth grade at <u>Prep</u> School, and he laughs his <u>ass</u> off every time we talk about you.	But Rache...
But Rache...	A <u>suitable</u> boy, will be at <u>this</u> flagpole, <u>on</u> Monday, with a <u>very</u> expensive bike, and he will be a stone FOX if I have to call an <u>escort</u> service!
You bet you are.	How the hell would you know?
How the hell would you know?	I don't, but...
I don't, but...	How would you know <u>anything</u>?
As you may know, 'going out' in the six grade doesn't mean shit. They don't actually <u>go</u> to a movie or anywhere, they don't even eat lunch together, it's just a declaration to the world that they're...	...going out, yeh. I had kids of my own, once.
...going out, yeh. I had kids of my own, once.	Anyway. He walks up to her on lunch yard today. And tells her... publicly...that they're 'breaking up.'
I really look like shit.	You look sick. But you look... together. Mentally tough.
You look sick. But you look... together. Mentally tough.	Yeh, that's bull. I'm going for serene, they say some actually get there.
He's relentless. A <u>major</u> asshole.	And you said...
And you said...	What else? Keep on keepin' on.
Hey, you haven't quit on you, I'm sure as hell not gonna. I just mean, I'm juggling a lot right n...	Juggle it! Move the darkroom into your house. You've got that room downstairs with the treadmill Luke never uses anyway. Don't lose your confidence. Don't lose your edge.
Juggle it! Move the darkroom into your house. You've got that room downstairs with the treadmill Luke never uses anyway. Don't lose your confidence. Don't lose your edge.	It's the same choice you made.
It's the same choice you made.	Yes. I made the choice that was right for me. And I don't regret it. But even for me, there were days when I felt so lost, so invis- ible. And then I'd hate myself for the kids not being enough.
Now, 'limp dick', I know. What. Is 'snowballing'?	It doesn't matter, I didn't tell h...
It doesn't matter, I didn't tell h...	Because there'll be, oh, 20 or 30 mothers phoning me in the next hour or so. And they'll b...
Because there'll be, oh, 20 or 30 mothers phoning me in the next hour or so. And they'll b...	Give 'em my number.
You taught my child that I am some limp dick <u>loser</u>. Who didn't <u>care</u> about her pain.	That's not wh...
That's not wh...	You think <u>I</u> didn't have some dirty words for that little putz? You think <u>I</u> couldn't figure out some low blows?
You think <u>I</u> didn't have some dirty words for that little putz? You think <u>I</u> couldn't figure out some low blows?	You weren't passing 'em out.
You weren't passing 'em out.	Well, maybe <u>your</u> version of growing up is 'Just win, baby'.
See, in that crisis, I saw an opportunity. For some <u>real</u> growth.	Oh please.
Oh please.	Shut the fuck up. <u>I</u> didn't go behind <u>your</u> back.
Doing the <u>right</u> thing. Knowing who you <u>are</u>, inside. Not <u>caving</u> to peer pressure, or <u>lowering</u> yourself to that level, <u>steering</u> your <u>own</u> course...	She wasn't steering her own course, she was steering <u>yours</u>.
She wasn't steering her own course, she was steering <u>yours</u>.	Well, that's what parenting is <u>about</u>, little girl. They are <u>pleading</u> to know how they are supposed to do it. And you sure as hell <u>showed</u> her.
Consuelo?	Yes, Mikey?
Yes, Mikey?	Do you have any brothers or sisters?
Do you have any brothers or sisters?	Yes.
Yes.	Really? How many?
Really? How many?	Four brothers and five sisters.
Four brothers and five sisters.	Wow. Why did your parents have so many children? I mean, if they were poor, wouldn't it be better to have just one or two?
Wow. Why did your parents have so many children? I mean, if they were poor, wouldn't it be better to have just one or two?	It was God's will.
It was God's will.	But do you really believe in God? And heaven, hell and angels and all kind of stuff?
But do you really believe in God? And heaven, hell and angels and all kind of stuff?	No.
You're tired of me. I can tell.	Marcus, I'm tired. That's all.
Marcus, I'm tired. That's all.	You've lost interest...You hardly even sweat any more when we have sex.
You've lost interest...You hardly even sweat any more when we have sex.	I was never much of a sweater. You know that.
I was never much of a sweater. You know that.	Look, Vi, I don't blame you. You feel You feel pity now. The pleasure isn't there any more. The kinkiness has gone...You've become kind.
OK.	Tired of this shit...
I just want to know what the hell he's doing in his room that's so interesting he doesn't come down for dinner.	Maybe he's building a bomb...just like-!
You're not.	Good. 'Cause I...um...I really agreed with everything you had to say last week about how bad my story was...
Good. 'Cause I...um...I really agreed with everything you had to say last week about how bad my story was...	That's good.
That's good.	And I also agreed with what you said today about Marcus's story. It is a piece of shit.
Oh, bu...uh...I can't say that.	Say, Ni...
Say, Ni...	Ni...
Ni...	...gger.
...gger.	...gger.
...gger.	Say, 'Nigger.'
Say, 'Nigger.'	Nigger.
Nigger.	'Fuck me hard!'
'Fuck me hard!'	Fuck me hard!
Fuck me hard!	Say, 'Nigger, fuck me hard!'
Say, 'Nigger, fuck me hard!'	Nigger, fuck me hard!
Nigger, fuck me hard!	Again!
Again!	Nigger, fuck me hard!!...
Nigger, fuck me hard!!...	Again!!
Again!!	NIGGER, FUCK ME HARD!!!...
Scooby, don't! Be careful!	I'm not an idiot, man. I watch TV.
I'm not an idiot, man. I watch TV.	I Know. I'm sorry. I'm just...a little nervous, I don't know why.
I Know. I'm sorry. I'm just...a little nervous, I don't know why.	You should be.
So like, yeahI caved in. I mean, I had to. My parents, they're like still really depressed about Brady. So I wrote the bullshit essay. Filled out the applications, did the interviewsY'know, I figure I can always drop out.	So where'd you get in?
So where'd you get in?	Prnceton.
Prnceton.	But what did you get on your SATs?
But what did you get on your SATs?	200 verbal/710 math. Kinda weird, I know. But I think they thought it was, like, good-weird.
We got trouble. That bodyguard son- of-a-bitch has them running all over the field--just took out three on the north end!	Well get someone down there!
Well get someone down there!	There isn't anyone! He's opened that whole sector now!
I drew my gun, ran in the direction of the cries...violating the first rule of service...I let the Ambass- ador out of my sight.	What happened?
What happened?	By the time I got back to the party our ambassador was face-down, in a bed of bloody azaleas.
Go fuck yourself...	Hey now! No cussing on TV! Well in closing I'd like to say that there are two reasons to have that money outside in an hour. One is my perky co-anchor here, and the second is the lives of tens of thousands of people--people just like you and me!
Why the hell didn't you tell us this was at stake!	Chemco's been developing nerve gas?
And what exactly do they intend to do?	The ball is in Richter's court. But we're sure as hell not going to sit on our hands while he assassinates people--we're gonna stop the son-of- a-bitch!
The ball is in Richter's court. But we're sure as hell not going to sit on our hands while he assassinates people--we're gonna stop the son-of- a-bitch!	I don't think you--grasp--the situation, Mr. Myers.
Chemco makes many things senator! We were under government contract!	I haven't been briefed on any such thing!
I haven't been briefed on any such thing!	Apparently, this project is--unique. But it's heavily protected--all formulas are heavily codified!
Apparently, this project is--unique. But it's heavily protected--all formulas are heavily codified!	What the hell is it, anyhow?
What the hell is it, anyhow?	Well, it's a binary formula--a precise amount of two separate chemicals must be exposed to the nitrogen in the atmosphere simultaneously for it to work.
Well, it's a binary formula--a precise amount of two separate chemicals must be exposed to the nitrogen in the atmosphere simultaneously for it to work.	How much do they have?
Our traveler's insurance, you know what I mean?	Gotcha. We've been filling barrels all day--we've got hell of a stockpile.
Gotcha. We've been filling barrels all day--we've got hell of a stockpile.	Good.

It's not you, it's...

No, what is it?

I have to tell the truth.

...that's just so narrow...

The girl was in the car.

Then you're finished in show business.

So be it.

And my company sues your ass for sixty million dollars.

For what cause?

I don't need a cause, just a lawyer.

You cool the broad out?

I left that for you.

That's thoughtful. Ziz good, you try this?

We got the permit.

Is that one hell of a kid?

He just saved us eight hundred thousand bucks.

He's got a gift for fiction.

We got to do something nice for him.

Where the hell have you been...? It's...

Sherry, this...

...the damn thing...

No, I'm serious, election's coming up, a lot of people are pretty upset...

Darling, I've been thinking about our little Brad problem? And I think it's time we move to Plan B...

You cannot believe what he said, it was the worst instant of my total life on Earth!!

I know. I know how rough life can be. And how unfair. So here's what we do. Tomorrow, on the lunch yard, you walk straight up to that little jerk...

And bring my knees up, real hard, yeh?

No, that never solves anything. You talk like the big girl you are. About what you feel. And how he's hurt you. You know? You tell the truth.

The guy I see is in the eighth grade at Prep School, and he laughs his ass off every time we talk about you.

But Rache...

A suitable boy, will be at this flagpole, on Monday, with a very expensive bike, and he will be a stone FOX if I have to call an escort service!

You bet you are.

How the hell would you know?

I don't, but...

How would you know anything?

As you may know, 'going out' in the six grade doesn't mean shit. They don't actually go to a movie or anywhere, they don't even eat lunch together, it's just a declaration to the world that they're...

...going out, yeh. I had kids of my own, once.

Anyway. He walks up to her on lunch yard today. And tells her... publicly...that they're 'breaking up.'

I really look like shit.

You look sick. But you look... together. Mentally tough.

Yeh, that's bull. I'm going for serene, they say some actually get there.

He's relentless. A major asshole.

And you said...

What else? Keep on keepin' on.

Hey, you haven't quit on you, I'm sure as hell not gonna. I just mean, I'm juggling a lot right n...

Juggle it! Move the darkroom into your house. You've got that room downstairs with the treadmill Luke never uses anyway. Don't lose your confidence. Don't lose your edge.

It's the same choice you made.

Yes. I made the choice that was right for me. And I don't regret it. But even for me, there were days when I felt so lost, so invis- ible. And then I'd hate myself for the kids not being enough.

Now, 'limp dick', I know. What. Is 'snowballing'?

It doesn't matter, I didn't tell h...

Because there'll be, oh, 20 or 30 mothers phoning me in the next hour or so. And they'll b...

Give 'em my number.

You taught my child that I am some limp dick loser. Who didn't care about her pain.

That's not wh...

You think I didn't have some dirty words for that little putz? You think I couldn't figure out some low blows?

You weren't passing 'em out.

Well, maybe your version of growing up is 'Just win, baby'.

See, in that crisis, I saw an opportunity. For some real growth.

Oh please.

Shut the fuck up. I didn't go behind your back.

Doing the right thing. Knowing who you are, inside. Not caving to peer pressure, or lowering yourself to that level, steering your own course...

She wasn't steering her own course, she was steering yours.

Well, that's what parenting is about, little girl. They are pleading to know how they are supposed to do it. And you sure as hell showed her.

Consuelo?

Yes, Mikey?

Do you have any brothers or sisters?

Yes.

Really? How many?

Four brothers and five sisters.

Wow. Why did your parents have so many children? I mean, if they were poor, wouldn't it be better to have just one or two?

It was God's will.

But do you really believe in God? And heaven, hell and angels and all kind of stuff?

No.

You're tired of me. I can tell.

Marcus, I'm tired. That's all.

You've lost interest...You hardly even sweat any more when we have sex.

I was never much of a sweater. You know that.

Look, Vi, I don't blame you. You feel You feel pity now. The pleasure isn't there any more. The kinkiness has gone...You've become kind.

OK.

Tired of this shit...

I just want to know what the hell he's doing in his room that's so interesting he doesn't come down for dinner.

Maybe he's building a bomb...just like-!

You're not.

Good. 'Cause I...um...I really agreed with everything you had to say last week about how bad my story was...

That's good.

And I also agreed with what you said today about Marcus's story. It is a piece of shit.

Oh, bu...uh...I can't say that.

Say, Ni...

Ni...

...gger.

Say, 'Nigger.'

Nigger.

'Fuck me hard!'

Fuck me hard!

Say, 'Nigger, fuck me hard!'

Nigger, fuck me hard!

Again!

Nigger, fuck me hard!!...

Again!!

NIGGER, FUCK ME HARD!!!...

Scooby, don't! Be careful!

I'm not an idiot, man. I watch TV.

I Know. I'm sorry. I'm just...a little nervous, I don't know why.

You should be.

So like, yeahI caved in. I mean, I had to. My parents, they're like still really depressed about Brady. So I wrote the bullshit essay. Filled out the applications, did the interviewsY'know, I figure I can always drop out.

So where'd you get in?

Prnceton.

But what did you get on your SATs?

200 verbal/710 math. Kinda weird, I know. But I think they thought it was, like, good-weird.

We got trouble. That bodyguard son- of-a-bitch has them running all over the field--just took out three on the north end!

Well get someone down there!

There isn't anyone! He's opened that whole sector now!

I drew my gun, ran in the direction of the cries...violating the first rule of service...I let the Ambass- ador out of my sight.

What happened?

By the time I got back to the party our ambassador was face-down, in a bed of bloody azaleas.

Go fuck yourself...

Hey now! No cussing on TV! Well in closing I'd like to say that there are two reasons to have that money outside in an hour. One is my perky co-anchor here, and the second is the lives of tens of thousands of people--people just like you and me!

Why the hell didn't you tell us this was at stake!

Chemco's been developing nerve gas?

And what exactly do they intend to do?

The ball is in Richter's court. But we're sure as hell not going to sit on our hands while he assassinates people--we're gonna stop the son-of- a-bitch!

I don't think you--grasp--the situation, Mr. Myers.

Chemco makes many things senator! We were under government contract!

I haven't been briefed on any such thing!

Apparently, this project is--unique. But it's heavily protected--all formulas are heavily codified!

What the hell is it, anyhow?

Well, it's a binary formula--a precise amount of two separate chemicals must be exposed to the nitrogen in the atmosphere simultaneously for it to work.

How much do they have?

Our traveler's insurance, you know what I mean?

Gotcha. We've been filling barrels all day--we've got hell of a stockpile.

Good.