Murray:
[watching two girls in short white tennis outfits]
Oh, my God. Oh, I'd like to lily your lollies. Oh, where do they come from? What do they want from me?
Harold Fine:
Can't you stop for a second, Murray?
Murray:
When they stop, I'll stop. They know you're looking at them, driving you crazy, and they love it.
Harold Fine:
How can you tell me how beautiful marriage is when you mentally rape every woman who passes by?
Murray:
What has my looking have to do with my marriage?
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:07