Mary Swanson:
Okay, how do you guys know each other?
Lloyd Christmas:
We used to be best friends.
Harry Dunne:
Yeah, till he turned into a back-stabber.
Lloyd Christmas:
Me, a back-stabber? You got a lot of nerve. You knew I was crazy about her!
Harry Dunne:
Yeah, and you knew I was crazy about Fraida Felcher, and that didn't stop you, did it?
Lloyd Christmas:
[gasps]
What do you mean?
Harry Dunne:
"What do you mean?" Don't deny it, Lloyd. Fraida told me the whole sleazy story, Mr. French Tickler! I guess we both learned a little something about each other today.
Lloyd Christmas:
You said it, pal. Maybe we're not as good of friends as we thought. I mean, if one beautiful girl can rip us apart like this, then maybe our friendship isn't worth a damn. Maybe we should call it quits right now.
Harry Dunne:
You just tell me where to sign, bud.
Lloyd Christmas:
Right on my ass after you kiss it!
Harry Dunne:
Kiss it! You kiss mine! Both cheeks, both lips! Right here! Mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah!
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