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Killer:
So, do you have a date tonight?

Kenny Beeker:
Why, do want to ask me out?

Killer:
Possibly. So, what's your name?

Kenny Beeker:
Why do you want to know that?

Killer:
I just like to know who I'm watching.

Kenny Beeker:
...Could you repeat that?

Killer:
I said, I like to know who I'm talking to.

Kenny Beeker:
That's not what you said.

Killer:
What do you think I said?

Kenny Beeker:
Who's there?

Killer:
Oh, come on! Don't you pay attention to the movies you watch? You never say who's there unless you're ready to be ravaged!

Kenny Beeker:
F*** you!

Sam:
What's your favourite porno?

Sam:
Oh, come on, you know I don't really watch those things.

Killer:
Why not? Too hot for you?

Sam:
No, it's just that it's always got some guy who meets a nameless, faceless stranger with an enormous dick who can't act ready to f*** anything you put in front of him instead of getting a meaningful relationship. It's insulting for them to say that's what all men want.

Killer:
You hang up on me, and you'll die, just like your boyfriend. You want to die, Sammy? I know your poor dead boyfriend didn't.

Ricky:
Okay, everybody, listen up! Tonight's film fest includes Wild Sex in America, Attack of the 30ft Dildo, and The Hotels Parts 1 and 2. So sit back, pull up a cock, and let's turn this place into The Porn House on the Hill!

Tom:
Oh, very funny, Ricky. You know, if Sammy sees you, he's gonna flip out. Cute. Oh, I get it; I'm supposed to be the scared yet strangely horny guy who gets to suck your big old cock. Oh, please, Mr. Porn Man, don't f*** me now, I want to get f***ed in the sequel!

Sam:
Uh, what movie are you bringing over?

Tom:
I don't know, I was thinking maybe we could watch a David Thompson movie. You know, I hear if you pause it in just the right place, you can see up his ass.