MichaelOrme/Profane · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Shit, after what you've told me, I don't know. I should've known, when he showed up dressed like some arty brat.	I like the way he dresses.
I like the way he dresses.	What if this tape gets into the wrong hands?
What if this tape gets into the wrong hands?	"The wrong hands"? We're not talking about military secrets, John. They're just tapes that he makes so he can sit around and get off.
"The wrong hands"? We're not talking about military secrets, John. They're just tapes that he makes so he can sit around and get off.	Jesus Christ. And he doesn't have sex with any of them? They just talk?
Jesus Christ. And he doesn't have sex with any of them? They just talk?	Right.
Right.	Jesus. I could almost understand it if he was screwing these people, almost. Why doesn't he just buy some magazines or porno movies or something?
Jesus. I could almost understand it if he was screwing these people, almost. Why doesn't he just buy some magazines or porno movies or something?	Doesn't work. He has to know the people, he has to be able to interact with them.
Doesn't work. He has to know the people, he has to be able to interact with them.	Interact, fine, but did you have to masturbate in front of him, for God's sake? I mean...
I felt like it, so what? Goddam, you and Ann make such a big deal out of it.	You told Ann about this?
You told Ann about this?	Of course. She is my sister. I tell her almost everything.
Of course. She is my sister. I tell her almost everything.	I wish you hadn't done that.
I wish you hadn't done that.	Why not?
Why not?	It's just something I'd prefer she didn't know about.
It's just something I'd prefer she didn't know about.	She's a grown-up, she can handle it.
She's a grown-up, she can handle it.	I just... Ann is very...
I just... Ann is very...	Hung up.
Hung up.	It just wasn't a smart thing to do. Did you sign any sort of paper, or did he have any contract with you saying he wouldn't broadcast these tapes?
It just wasn't a smart thing to do. Did you sign any sort of paper, or did he have any contract with you saying he wouldn't broadcast these tapes?	No.
No.	You realize you have no recourse legally? This stuff could show up anywhere.
You realize you have no recourse legally? This stuff could show up anywhere.	It won't. I trust him.
It won't. I trust him.	You trust him.
You trust him.	Yeah, I do. A helluva lot more than I trust you.
Yeah, I do. A helluva lot more than I trust you.	What do you mean?
What do you mean?	Exactly what I said. I'd trust him before I'd trust you. How much clearer can I be?
Exactly what I said. I'd trust him before I'd trust you. How much clearer can I be?	It hurts that you would say that to me.
It hurts that you would say that to me.	Oh, please. Come on, John. You're fucking your wife's sister and you hardly been married a year. You're a liar. But at least I know you're a liar. It's the people that don't know, like Ann, that have to watch out.
Oh, please. Come on, John. You're fucking your wife's sister and you hardly been married a year. You're a liar. But at least I know you're a liar. It's the people that don't know, like Ann, that have to watch out.	By definition you're lying to Ann, too.
By definition you're lying to Ann, too.	That's right. But I never took a vow in front of God and everybody to be "faithful" to my sister.
That's right. But I never took a vow in front of God and everybody to be "faithful" to my sister.	Look, are we going to do it or not?
Look, are we going to do it or not?	Actually, no, I've changed my mind. I shouldn't have called.
Actually, no, I've changed my mind. I shouldn't have called.	Well, I'm here now. I'd like to do something...
Well, I'm here now. I'd like to do something...	How about straightening up the living room?
Come on, John. You should be happy, we've gone this far without Ann finding out, I'm making it real easy on you. Just walk out of here and I'll see you at your house for a family dinner sometime.	Did he put you up to this?
Did he put you up to this?	Who?
Who?	Graham.
Graham.	No, he didn't put me up to this. Jesus, I don't need people to tell me what I should do. I've just been thinking about things, that's all.
No, he didn't put me up to this. Jesus, I don't need people to tell me what I should do. I've just been thinking about things, that's all.	I can't believe I let him stay in my house. Right under my nose. That deviant fucker was right under my nose and I didn't see him.
I can't believe I let him stay in my house. Right under my nose. That deviant fucker was right under my nose and I didn't see him.	If he had been under your prick you'd have spotted him for sure.
If he had been under your prick you'd have spotted him for sure.	God, you... you're mean.
God, you... you're mean.	I know. Will you please leave now?
I know. Will you please leave now?	Maybe I don't want to leave. Maybe I want to talk.
Maybe I don't want to leave. Maybe I want to talk.	John, we have nothing to talk about.
John, we have nothing to talk about.	I knew it, I knew it. Things are getting complicated.
I knew it, I knew it. Things are getting complicated.	No, John, things are getting real simple.
Hi, John.	Where are the tapes, Graham?
Where are the tapes, Graham?	What tapes?
What tapes?	You know which tapes! Where are they?
You know which tapes! Where are they?	John, as a lawyer, you should know that those tapes are private property.
John, as a lawyer, you should know that those tapes are private property.	So is my wife, asshole!!
So is my wife, asshole!!	She's not property, John, she's a person. Were you just going to keep right on lying to her?
She's not property, John, she's a person. Were you just going to keep right on lying to her?	What the hell do you think? I love Ann. You think I'm going to tell her about Cynthia and hurt her feelings like that?
What the hell do you think? I love Ann. You think I'm going to tell her about Cynthia and hurt her feelings like that?	God, you need help.
God, you need help.	I need help? Whose sitting by himself in a room choking his chauncey to a bunch of videotapes, Graham? Not me, buddy. You're the fucking nut. Now show me those tapes.
I need help? Whose sitting by himself in a room choking his chauncey to a bunch of videotapes, Graham? Not me, buddy. You're the fucking nut. Now show me those tapes.	No.
No.	I'm not kidding, Graham, you'd better do what I say. Give me those tapes.
I'm not kidding, Graham, you'd better do what I say. Give me those tapes.	No.
Graham, I swear to Christ I'll kill your scrawny ass. Now give me those tapes.	No.
Your keys, asshole!! Your two fucking keys!! Give them to me!!	I'm not going to give you my keys.
IBM.	Brian Kirkland, please.
Brian Kirkland, please.	May I ask who's calling?
May I ask who's calling?	John Millaney.
John Millaney.	One moment.
One moment.	Anyway, I've always said, the work is the thing. I can be happy without a marriage, but take away my work, that's different. And if Ann can't handle that, that's her problem, like we re all alone in this world, you know what I'm saying? I mean, fuck. Jesus, what's takin' this guy?
Mr. Millaney?	Yeah.
Yeah.	Mr. Forman would like to see you in his office.
Mr. Forman would like to see you in his office.	Okay, in a minute, I'm on with a client.
Okay, in a minute, I'm on with a client.	He said immediately.
He said immediately.	All right, jesus.
Do you want to make love? You're absolutely beautiful, those eyes, that expression. You're absolutely the most sexy thing alive. Do you want to make love?	Nick, you're so strange...
Good shape for an old man, eh?	Mr. Parkins, what makes you think you caught these lumps of yours from a young lady?
Mr. Parkins, what makes you think you caught these lumps of yours from a young lady?	She had a couple just like them. Right here near her belly button. You could push 'em around. I thought they were kinda sexy, myself.
She had a couple just like them. Right here near her belly button. You could push 'em around. I thought they were kinda sexy, myself.	Didn't she ever have these lumps looked at by a doctor?
Didn't she ever have these lumps looked at by a doctor?	Didn't seem worried about them.
Didn't seem worried about them.	Was this girl from Starliner Towers?
Was this girl from Starliner Towers?	Yep. She lived in 1208. But we usually went to my place. Bigger liquor cabinet, bigger bed. She was gone when I got back from my last Florida trip. Too bad. Had a beautiful tan. Must have gone home to mother.
Yep. She lived in 1208. But we usually went to my place. Bigger liquor cabinet, bigger bed. She was gone when I got back from my last Florida trip. Too bad. Had a beautiful tan. Must have gone home to mother.	Was her name Annabelle Horsefield?
Was her name Annabelle Horsefield?	That's the one.
Did you /hear/ that, Oliver.	Yes, Betty. But the false promise of a new dawn is usually followed by a most bloody sunset.
Betty, it's imperative we get Janet out of Flavors' fast fingers and Brad out of that hell-hole before they both disappear forever. If only I could place that name -- McKinley?	He was a President.
He was a President.	President? Past Presidents! Betty, this is beginning to add up.
President? Past Presidents! Betty, this is beginning to add up.	Really. What'll I pin this on?
Really. What'll I pin this on?	Faith, Betty. But make sure it's your own.
You don't think I fuck you, bitch? I'll fuck you.	I'm a bad girl. I'm a bad girl.
You picked him up and you fucked him, didn't you, bitch?	I picked him up and I fucked him. I'm a bad girl.
I picked him up and I fucked him. I'm a bad girl.	And you liked fucking him, didn't you, you fat little whore?
And you liked fucking him, didn't you, you fat little whore?	I liked it when you caught me fucking him.
The fuck was that?	The wallet! He took Derek's wallet!
What do you think?	Tight as a nun's asshole but qood concentration. Nice fruit.
Tastes good to me. You live around here, Stephanie?	In Santa Ynez. And I agree with you about Cab Franc.
In Santa Ynez. And I agree with you about Cab Franc.	Oh yeah? We're just over in Buellton. Windmill Inn.
Oh yeah? We're just over in Buellton. Windmill Inn.	Oh yeah.
Oh yeah.	You know a gal named Maya? Works at the Hitching Post?
You know a gal named Maya? Works at the Hitching Post?	Sure I know Maya. Real well.
Sure I know Maya. Real well.	No shit. We just had a drink with her last night. Miles knows her.
I can explain.	You said you loved me! You fuck! I hope you die!
It'd be the best thing for you. You know what? I'm going to get you laid this week. That's going to be my best man gift to you. I'm not going to give you a pen knife or a gift certificate or any of that other horseshit.	I'd rather have a knife.
I'd rather have a knife.	No. No. You've been officially depressed for like two years now, and you were always a negative guy anyway, even in college. Now it's worse -- you're wasting away. Teaching English to fucking eighth-graders when they should be reading what you wrote. Your books.
No. No. You've been officially depressed for like two years now, and you were always a negative guy anyway, even in college. Now it's worse -- you're wasting away. Teaching English to fucking eighth-graders when they should be reading what you wrote. Your books.	I'm working on it.
You still seeing that shrink?	I went on Monday. But I spent most of the time helping him with his computer.
I went on Monday. But I spent most of the time helping him with his computer.	Well, I say fuck therapy and what's that stuff you take, Xanax?

Shit, after what you've told me, I don't know. I should've known, when he showed up dressed like some arty brat.

I like the way he dresses.

What if this tape gets into the wrong hands?

"The wrong hands"? We're not talking about military secrets, John. They're just tapes that he makes so he can sit around and get off.

Jesus Christ. And he doesn't have sex with any of them? They just talk?

Right.

Jesus. I could almost understand it if he was screwing these people, almost. Why doesn't he just buy some magazines or porno movies or something?

Doesn't work. He has to know the people, he has to be able to interact with them.

Interact, fine, but did you have to masturbate in front of him, for God's sake? I mean...

I felt like it, so what? Goddam, you and Ann make such a big deal out of it.

You told Ann about this?

Of course. She is my sister. I tell her almost everything.

I wish you hadn't done that.

Why not?

It's just something I'd prefer she didn't know about.

She's a grown-up, she can handle it.

I just... Ann is very...

Hung up.

It just wasn't a smart thing to do. Did you sign any sort of paper, or did he have any contract with you saying he wouldn't broadcast these tapes?

No.

You realize you have no recourse legally? This stuff could show up anywhere.

It won't. I trust him.

You trust him.

Yeah, I do. A helluva lot more than I trust you.

What do you mean?

Exactly what I said. I'd trust him before I'd trust you. How much clearer can I be?

It hurts that you would say that to me.

Oh, please. Come on, John. You're fucking your wife's sister and you hardly been married a year. You're a liar. But at least I know you're a liar. It's the people that don't know, like Ann, that have to watch out.

By definition you're lying to Ann, too.

That's right. But I never took a vow in front of God and everybody to be "faithful" to my sister.

Look, are we going to do it or not?

Actually, no, I've changed my mind. I shouldn't have called.

Well, I'm here now. I'd like to do something...

How about straightening up the living room?

Come on, John. You should be happy, we've gone this far without Ann finding out, I'm making it real easy on you. Just walk out of here and I'll see you at your house for a family dinner sometime.

Did he put you up to this?

Who?

Graham.

No, he didn't put me up to this. Jesus, I don't need people to tell me what I should do. I've just been thinking about things, that's all.

I can't believe I let him stay in my house. Right under my nose. That deviant fucker was right under my nose and I didn't see him.

If he had been under your prick you'd have spotted him for sure.

God, you... you're mean.

I know. Will you please leave now?

Maybe I don't want to leave. Maybe I want to talk.

John, we have nothing to talk about.

I knew it, I knew it. Things are getting complicated.

No, John, things are getting real simple.

Hi, John.

Where are the tapes, Graham?

What tapes?

You know which tapes! Where are they?

John, as a lawyer, you should know that those tapes are private property.

So is my wife, asshole!!

She's not property, John, she's a person. Were you just going to keep right on lying to her?

What the hell do you think? I love Ann. You think I'm going to tell her about Cynthia and hurt her feelings like that?

God, you need help.

I need help? Whose sitting by himself in a room choking his chauncey to a bunch of videotapes, Graham? Not me, buddy. You're the fucking nut. Now show me those tapes.

No.

I'm not kidding, Graham, you'd better do what I say. Give me those tapes.

No.

Graham, I swear to Christ I'll kill your scrawny ass. Now give me those tapes.

No.

Your keys, asshole!! Your two fucking keys!! Give them to me!!

I'm not going to give you my keys.

IBM.

Brian Kirkland, please.

May I ask who's calling?

John Millaney.

One moment.

Anyway, I've always said, the work is the thing. I can be happy without a marriage, but take away my work, that's different. And if Ann can't handle that, that's her problem, like we re all alone in this world, you know what I'm saying? I mean, fuck. Jesus, what's takin' this guy?

Mr. Millaney?

Yeah.

Mr. Forman would like to see you in his office.

Okay, in a minute, I'm on with a client.

He said immediately.

All right, jesus.

Do you want to make love? You're absolutely beautiful, those eyes, that expression. You're absolutely the most sexy thing alive. Do you want to make love?

Nick, you're so strange...

Good shape for an old man, eh?

Mr. Parkins, what makes you think you caught these lumps of yours from a young lady?

She had a couple just like them. Right here near her belly button. You could push 'em around. I thought they were kinda sexy, myself.

Didn't she ever have these lumps looked at by a doctor?

Didn't seem worried about them.

Was this girl from Starliner Towers?

Yep. She lived in 1208. But we usually went to my place. Bigger liquor cabinet, bigger bed. She was gone when I got back from my last Florida trip. Too bad. Had a beautiful tan. Must have gone home to mother.

Was her name Annabelle Horsefield?

That's the one.

Did you /hear/ that, Oliver.

Yes, Betty. But the false promise of a new dawn is usually followed by a most bloody sunset.

Betty, it's imperative we get Janet out of Flavors' fast fingers and Brad out of that hell-hole before they both disappear forever. If only I could place that name -- McKinley?

He was a President.

President? Past Presidents! Betty, this is beginning to add up.

Really. What'll I pin this on?

Faith, Betty. But make sure it's your own.

You don't think I fuck you, bitch? I'll fuck you.

I'm a bad girl. I'm a bad girl.

You picked him up and you fucked him, didn't you, bitch?

I picked him up and I fucked him. I'm a bad girl.

And you liked fucking him, didn't you, you fat little whore?

I liked it when you caught me fucking him.

The fuck was that?

The wallet! He took Derek's wallet!

What do you think?

Tight as a nun's asshole but qood concentration. Nice fruit.

Tastes good to me. You live around here, Stephanie?

In Santa Ynez. And I agree with you about Cab Franc.

Oh yeah? We're just over in Buellton. Windmill Inn.

Oh yeah.

You know a gal named Maya? Works at the Hitching Post?

Sure I know Maya. Real well.

No shit. We just had a drink with her last night. Miles knows her.

I can explain.

You said you loved me! You fuck! I hope you die!

It'd be the best thing for you. You know what? I'm going to get you laid this week. That's going to be my best man gift to you. I'm not going to give you a pen knife or a gift certificate or any of that other horseshit.

I'd rather have a knife.

No. No. You've been officially depressed for like two years now, and you were always a negative guy anyway, even in college. Now it's worse -- you're wasting away. Teaching English to fucking eighth-graders when they should be reading what you wrote. Your books.

I'm working on it.

You still seeing that shrink?

I went on Monday. But I spent most of the time helping him with his computer.

Well, I say fuck therapy and what's that stuff you take, Xanax?