MichaelOrme/Profane · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Yes! And my ex-husband -- he never accepted me for who I was, just like Mother. The things you've said have helped me understand what a dick he is.	I don't know if --
I don't know if --	You're shockingly honest, that's what makes you great. I've never had a man treat me this way. With you, I feel really... listened to. Can I tell you something? It's a little embarrassing, but I feel very unguarded with you.
You're shockingly honest, that's what makes you great. I've never had a man treat me this way. With you, I feel really... listened to. Can I tell you something? It's a little embarrassing, but I feel very unguarded with you.	Of course.
Of course.	Thanks to this therapy, I now know what I'm looking for. I need to find a man like you. Not one who's treating me, of course. And I'm going to do it, dammit! You've given me the confidence.
I am irate!	But...
But...	But nothing... I'm mad as hell. This is a terrible thing you've done.
But nothing... I'm mad as hell. This is a terrible thing you've done.	I know it! Please believe me, I know that...
The school board doesn't pay you? What kind of deal is that?	It's called pro bono.
It's called pro bono.	Pro boner? Pro bono, huh? For whose good, supposedly?
Pro boner? Pro bono, huh? For whose good, supposedly?	It's my bit for the community.
It's my bit for the community.	Fuck the community. There was this article my friends and I read. It was "25 Signs He's Great in Bed". It was very fascinating.
Fuck the community. There was this article my friends and I read. It was "25 Signs He's Great in Bed". It was very fascinating.	Where was this?
Where was this?	Where?... The New York Times. The first one was -- "he handles produce well." Which we already knew! The point is, you have a lot of the signs.
Where?... The New York Times. The first one was -- "he handles produce well." Which we already knew! The point is, you have a lot of the signs.	You been spying on me in the supermarket, Nessa?
You been spying on me in the supermarket, Nessa?	Have women found you attractive?
...I mean, Doc, the dude is seriously deluded. I said that to him, I said, "If you think I'm gonna do all that shit for you, man, you are seriously deluded."	What'd he say?
What'd he say?	He said -- "Which we already knew!"
So I guess Henry Follett is a patient of yours. He's my pharmacist.	Yeah. Guy's got some serious sex fantasies.
How many sessions have we had now, Doc? Six. And it's been good... like we were two buddies hanging out. Just shootin' the shit.	Yep.
-- an investigator for the Internal Revenue Service?	Everybody has a story, Skip.
Everybody has a story, Skip.	Sounds like you have several.
Sounds like you have several.	What it felt like was... a series of separate, unconnected lives -- hillbilly kid, wrecked college boy, garbage man, civil service guy... ...et cetera... et cetera. Every time I'd leave a life, it felt good. Whatever problems I was having were suddenly gone. I had no friends and I didn't talk to my family. The only constant, stabilizing force in my life was... drugs.
What it felt like was... a series of separate, unconnected lives -- hillbilly kid, wrecked college boy, garbage man, civil service guy... ...et cetera... et cetera. Every time I'd leave a life, it felt good. Whatever problems I was having were suddenly gone. I had no friends and I didn't talk to my family. The only constant, stabilizing force in my life was... drugs.	An IRS investigator with a drug problem?
An IRS investigator with a drug problem?	It wasn't the best situation.
It wasn't the best situation.	Did you carry a gun?
Did you carry a gun?	Didn't need one. We didn't even need a warrant for most of the shit we did. Man, the IRS... we could go in your bank account, your credit cards... hell, we used to go into doctors' files and get all the juicy details. Nobody wants to argue with the IRS.
Of course, him being insane didn't make it all right that I fell in love with his wife.	Holy shit!
Who the hell are these guys?	Priests. Imhotep's priests.
What then? Robbery? Extortion? Kidnapping!	None of the above, thank you.
None of the above, thank you.	Then what the hell are you doing here!?
The girl saved my life, figured it was the least I could do, keep her out of trouble.	You always did have more balls than brains.
Then you got no excuse for living. What the hell you doin, being buddies with this creep, Beni? What's in it for you?	It is better to be the right hand of the Devil,... than in his path. As long as I serve him, I am immune.
It is better to be the right hand of the Devil,... than in his path. As long as I serve him, I am immune.	Immune from what?
Immune from what?	You shall see.
You shall see.	What are you looking for? Lie, and I'll slit your throat.
So your sayin', if we find the book made outta gold --	-- And read the sacred incantations contained inside it.
-- And read the sacred incantations contained inside it.	You think it'll send this guy back to hell?
You think it'll send this guy back to hell?	Correct, And that's when --
So who's the broad?	Broad?!
Yeah, I was there.	You swear?
You swear?	Every damn day.
Every damn day.	No, I mean --
No, I mean --	-- I know what you mean. I was there, alright. Seti's place. The City Of The Dead.
-- I know what you mean. I was there, alright. Seti's place. The City Of The Dead.	What did you find? What did you see?
What did you find? What did you see?	I found sand. I saw death.
Evil. The Tuaregs and the Bedouin believe that Hamunaptra is cursed, they call it, "the doorway to hell."	Ahmar is Ossirion. "Passageway to the underworld", actually.
You...! YOU...!	Drunkard? Fool? Rat-bastard? Please call me something original.
Two questions. Who the hell is Seti the First? And was he rich?	He was the last Pharaoh of the Old Kingdom, said to be the wealthiest Pharaoh of them all.
He was the last Pharaoh of the Old Kingdom, said to be the wealthiest Pharaoh of them all.	Alright, good, that's good. I like this fellow, like him very much.
Finish the inscription, idiot!	Oh.
Doesn't it piss you off the way the when you really want to talk to somebody you can't think of anything to say!	I guess... Are you always so angry?
I guess... Are you always so angry?	Only when I'm awake... You busy after work?
Your rage is a very great power, but it blinds you to your heart.	My heart died a long time ago.
My heart died a long time ago.	It is not dead. It is hiding.
It is not dead. It is hiding.	Blow it out your bean hole, Pancho!... And to hell with the rest of you!... Look at you. Bunch of rejects. I didn't need you before -- and I don't need you now! The great ones RIDE ALONE! Adios, muchachos!
Your Spiderman Pez dispenser!	Okay, you win. I'm pissed off. I'm seriously peeved.
Read it back.	To Joseph Bonaparte -- Dear Joseph, I have been informed by my wife of the cold and spiteful treatment she has been receiving at the hands of my family, since my departure. I am also informed that you have refused to pay over to her any of the money I left with you expressly for this purpose. Must you, too, take this opportunity during my absence to indulge the petty jealousies of the Bonaparte family?
To Joseph Bonaparte -- Dear Joseph, I have been informed by my wife of the cold and spiteful treatment she has been receiving at the hands of my family, since my departure. I am also informed that you have refused to pay over to her any of the money I left with you expressly for this purpose. Must you, too, take this opportunity during my absence to indulge the petty jealousies of the Bonaparte family?	Oh, shit, that's not right.
Are you sure that you are not still in love with her?	Are you trying to insult me?
Are you trying to insult me?	Of course not, but such violence of feeling makes me wonder.
Of course not, but such violence of feeling makes me wonder.	Well, you shall see.
Well, you shall see.	When is she supposed to return?
When is she supposed to return?	I have no idea. Her maid said she left two days ago, to meet me -- I can imagine where she is. But when she finally does come home, she will find her things in the street and my door locked.
I have no idea. Her maid said she left two days ago, to meet me -- I can imagine where she is. But when she finally does come home, she will find her things in the street and my door locked.	She will probably appear with a dozen excuses and you will forgive her anyway.
She will probably appear with a dozen excuses and you will forgive her anyway.	My dear Joseph, the only thing that is clear is that my wife is a slut -- and while a man may want a slut for his mistress, he does not want her for his wife.
God damn it, Junot, wouldn't you think I have enough things on my mind not to waste time on a letter like this to Joseph?	There's probably some explanation.
There's probably some explanation.	Yes, I'm sure he's been too busy chasing his whores to be bothered about my wife.
What the hell is the matter with you?	I didn't want to hurt you... All I wanted to do was to keep from hurting you. I swear I didn't want to hurt you.
I didn't want to hurt you... All I wanted to do was to keep from hurting you. I swear I didn't want to hurt you.	Well, whatever the hell you wanted to do, you are going to tell me everything right now. Do you understand?!
Well, whatever the hell you wanted to do, you are going to tell me everything right now. Do you understand?!	You know that... letter you showed me in Milan -- the one about Hippolyte Charles?
You know that... letter you showed me in Milan -- the one about Hippolyte Charles?	Yes.
Yes.	I wrote it.
I wrote it.	What?
What?	Yes, I wrote it.
Yes, I wrote it.	You wrote it.
You wrote it.	I couldn't face telling you.
I couldn't face telling you.	You couldn't face telling me what?
You couldn't face telling me what?	About Hippolyte Charles.
About Hippolyte Charles.	What was there to tell?
What was there to tell?	My God, what do you think?
My God, what do you think?	Do you know what you're saying?
Do you know what you're saying?	God help me -- yes.
God help me -- yes.	How do you know?
How do you know?	I know.
I know.	How do you know?
Negro, what the hell you doing to my woman?	I don't know!
I don't know!	Suga!
I don't know, I think I passed out or something. I don't remember.	Passed out? Can't hang, huh? Boy, I knew you was a lightweight. Passed out on one funky ass blunt. They don't make 'em like they used to, baby.
I ain't trying to rob you...	Shut up! Fo' I pump this Glock in yo' ass! What did you do wit Day-Day and Roach?
Shut up! Fo' I pump this Glock in yo' ass! What did you do wit Day-Day and Roach?	Man, Day-Day is my people!
Man, Day-Day is my people!	I said shut up! Now who sent you?
I said shut up! Now who sent you?	Nobody!
Nobody!	If you say another word, it's over. I'm not playing!
This you?	Yeah, that's me. Just a little somethin' somethin' I picked up.
Yeah, that's me. Just a little somethin' somethin' I picked up.	Must be nice. I wish we won the lottery. Come up on a million dollars like ya'll.
Must be nice. I wish we won the lottery. Come up on a million dollars like ya'll.	Man, after taxes, lawyer fees, and paying off my daddy's bad credit, we didn't end up with a million. We bought this house and I spent the rest on this. It's the bomb, huh?
Man, after taxes, lawyer fees, and paying off my daddy's bad credit, we didn't end up with a million. We bought this house and I spent the rest on this. It's the bomb, huh?	This my baby. I feel like a new nigga in this car. I get mo' phone numbers rollin' this, than I ever did on the bus.
Just a little.	I can't taste nothing.
I can't taste nothing.	What's the matter with your girlfriend?
What's the matter with your girlfriend?	Man, it's a long story. I met D'Wana three months ago. She had a little pudge in her stomach but I didn't pay it no attention. Come to find out, she six months pregnant. Saying I'm the daddy!

Yes! And my ex-husband -- he never accepted me for who I was, just like Mother. The things you've said have helped me understand what a dick he is.

I don't know if --

You're shockingly honest, that's what makes you great. I've never had a man treat me this way. With you, I feel really... listened to. Can I tell you something? It's a little embarrassing, but I feel very unguarded with you.

Of course.

Thanks to this therapy, I now know what I'm looking for. I need to find a man like you. Not one who's treating me, of course. And I'm going to do it, dammit! You've given me the confidence.

I am irate!

But...

But nothing... I'm mad as hell. This is a terrible thing you've done.

I know it! Please believe me, I know that...

The school board doesn't pay you? What kind of deal is that?

It's called pro bono.

Pro boner? Pro bono, huh? For whose good, supposedly?

It's my bit for the community.

Fuck the community. There was this article my friends and I read. It was "25 Signs He's Great in Bed". It was very fascinating.

Where was this?

Where?... The New York Times. The first one was -- "he handles produce well." Which we already knew! The point is, you have a lot of the signs.

You been spying on me in the supermarket, Nessa?

Have women found you attractive?

...I mean, Doc, the dude is seriously deluded. I said that to him, I said, "If you think I'm gonna do all that shit for you, man, you are seriously deluded."

What'd he say?

He said -- "Which we already knew!"

So I guess Henry Follett is a patient of yours. He's my pharmacist.

Yeah. Guy's got some serious sex fantasies.

How many sessions have we had now, Doc? Six. And it's been good... like we were two buddies hanging out. Just shootin' the shit.

Yep.

-- an investigator for the Internal Revenue Service?

Everybody has a story, Skip.

Sounds like you have several.

What it felt like was... a series of separate, unconnected lives -- hillbilly kid, wrecked college boy, garbage man, civil service guy... ...et cetera... et cetera. Every time I'd leave a life, it felt good. Whatever problems I was having were suddenly gone. I had no friends and I didn't talk to my family. The only constant, stabilizing force in my life was... drugs.

An IRS investigator with a drug problem?

It wasn't the best situation.

Did you carry a gun?

Didn't need one. We didn't even need a warrant for most of the shit we did. Man, the IRS... we could go in your bank account, your credit cards... hell, we used to go into doctors' files and get all the juicy details. Nobody wants to argue with the IRS.

Of course, him being insane didn't make it all right that I fell in love with his wife.

Holy shit!

Who the hell are these guys?

Priests. Imhotep's priests.

What then? Robbery? Extortion? Kidnapping!

None of the above, thank you.

Then what the hell are you doing here!?

The girl saved my life, figured it was the least I could do, keep her out of trouble.

You always did have more balls than brains.

Then you got no excuse for living. What the hell you doin, being buddies with this creep, Beni? What's in it for you?

It is better to be the right hand of the Devil,... than in his path. As long as I serve him, I am immune.

Immune from what?

You shall see.

What are you looking for? Lie, and I'll slit your throat.

So your sayin', if we find the book made outta gold --

-- And read the sacred incantations contained inside it.

You think it'll send this guy back to hell?

Correct, And that's when --

So who's the broad?

Broad?!

Yeah, I was there.

You swear?

Every damn day.

No, I mean --

-- I know what you mean. I was there, alright. Seti's place. The City Of The Dead.

What did you find? What did you see?

I found sand. I saw death.

Evil. The Tuaregs and the Bedouin believe that Hamunaptra is cursed, they call it, "the doorway to hell."

Ahmar is Ossirion. "Passageway to the underworld", actually.

You...! YOU...!

Drunkard? Fool? Rat-bastard? Please call me something original.

Two questions. Who the hell is Seti the First? And was he rich?

He was the last Pharaoh of the Old Kingdom, said to be the wealthiest Pharaoh of them all.

Alright, good, that's good. I like this fellow, like him very much.

Finish the inscription, idiot!

Oh.

Doesn't it piss you off the way the when you really want to talk to somebody you can't think of anything to say!

I guess... Are you always so angry?

Only when I'm awake... You busy after work?

Your rage is a very great power, but it blinds you to your heart.

My heart died a long time ago.

It is not dead. It is hiding.

Blow it out your bean hole, Pancho!... And to hell with the rest of you!... Look at you. Bunch of rejects. I didn't need you before -- and I don't need you now! The great ones RIDE ALONE! Adios, muchachos!

Your Spiderman Pez dispenser!

Okay, you win. I'm pissed off. I'm seriously peeved.

Read it back.

To Joseph Bonaparte -- Dear Joseph, I have been informed by my wife of the cold and spiteful treatment she has been receiving at the hands of my family, since my departure. I am also informed that you have refused to pay over to her any of the money I left with you expressly for this purpose. Must you, too, take this opportunity during my absence to indulge the petty jealousies of the Bonaparte family?

Oh, shit, that's not right.

Are you sure that you are not still in love with her?

Are you trying to insult me?

Of course not, but such violence of feeling makes me wonder.

Well, you shall see.

When is she supposed to return?

I have no idea. Her maid said she left two days ago, to meet me -- I can imagine where she is. But when she finally does come home, she will find her things in the street and my door locked.

She will probably appear with a dozen excuses and you will forgive her anyway.

My dear Joseph, the only thing that is clear is that my wife is a slut -- and while a man may want a slut for his mistress, he does not want her for his wife.

God damn it, Junot, wouldn't you think I have enough things on my mind not to waste time on a letter like this to Joseph?

There's probably some explanation.

Yes, I'm sure he's been too busy chasing his whores to be bothered about my wife.

What the hell is the matter with you?

I didn't want to hurt you... All I wanted to do was to keep from hurting you. I swear I didn't want to hurt you.

Well, whatever the hell you wanted to do, you are going to tell me everything right now. Do you understand?!

You know that... letter you showed me in Milan -- the one about Hippolyte Charles?

Yes.

I wrote it.

What?

Yes, I wrote it.

You wrote it.

I couldn't face telling you.

You couldn't face telling me what?

About Hippolyte Charles.

What was there to tell?

My God, what do you think?

Do you know what you're saying?

God help me -- yes.

How do you know?

I know.

How do you know?

Negro, what the hell you doing to my woman?

I don't know!

Suga!

I don't know, I think I passed out or something. I don't remember.

Passed out? Can't hang, huh? Boy, I knew you was a lightweight. Passed out on one funky ass blunt. They don't make 'em like they used to, baby.

I ain't trying to rob you...

Shut up! Fo' I pump this Glock in yo' ass! What did you do wit Day-Day and Roach?

Man, Day-Day is my people!

I said shut up! Now who sent you?

Nobody!

If you say another word, it's over. I'm not playing!

This you?

Yeah, that's me. Just a little somethin' somethin' I picked up.

Must be nice. I wish we won the lottery. Come up on a million dollars like ya'll.

Man, after taxes, lawyer fees, and paying off my daddy's bad credit, we didn't end up with a million. We bought this house and I spent the rest on this. It's the bomb, huh?

This my baby. I feel like a new nigga in this car. I get mo' phone numbers rollin' this, than I ever did on the bus.

Just a little.

I can't taste nothing.

What's the matter with your girlfriend?

Man, it's a long story. I met D'Wana three months ago. She had a little pudge in her stomach but I didn't pay it no attention. Come to find out, she six months pregnant. Saying I'm the daddy!