Rasputia:
[Rasputia gets into her car with Norbit and her chest keeps pressing the horn]
God damm it, Norbit, how many times I got to tell you when you drive my car, don't adjust my seat?
Norbit:
I haven't touched your seat.
Rasputia:
Then why's it up so damn far?
Norbit:
It looks like it's back as far as it goes, Rasputia.
Rasputia:
No, you moved it! I can tell! Cuz look, when I inhale, my titty make the horn honk! See, listen!
[horn honks]
Rasputia:
See that?
[horn honks again]
Rasputia:
That ain't right!
[horn honks again]
Norbit:
I hear it.
Rasputia:
Uh huh, that scientifically proves that you adjusted my seat!
Norbit:
That's not science.
Rasputia:
It is and just let it go!
Norbit:
It's not science.
Rasputia:
I said 'let it go!'
Norbit:
I'm just saying...
[Rasputia backhands him in the face]
Rasputia:
[growls]
I said it was science, god damm it!
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