Mullins:
[Walking toward a man on the street]
Oh, shit.
Ashburn:
What's wrong?
Mullins:
Just... just don't look. Don't look! Don't look! Just act like we're talking.
Robin:
Hey, Shannon.
Mullins:
Hi, Robin.
Robin:
I really enjoyed our night together, Shannon. You just disappeared on me.
Mullins:
Yeah, I know. I was there.
Robin:
Well, can I take you to dinner? A movie or something?
Mullins:
God, buddy, do you not hear how pathetic everything out of your mouth sounds? I mean, there's a girl out there for you, but it's not... it's not me. Maybe it's her.
[indicating Ashburn]
Mullins:
Her lady business is like an old dirty attic. Full of broken Christmas lights and like doll shoes and shit. Why don't you clean THAT out for her?
Ashburn:
Uh, that's a... that's a misrepresentation of my vagina.
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