Henry: Ula! Get back to cleaning the pool! And if that's one of your special brownies, don't let any of the dolphins eat that.
Ula: How do you think I get the dolphins to do double-flips and play with the white kids?
Nick: Hey, Mr. Peanut Butter Cups.
Henry: Hey, Mr. Could-Kill-Me-In-One-Punch.
Dr. Keats: It could be worse.
Lucy: Yeah? How?
Dr. Keats: I think you should meet ten second Tom.
Henry: See what happens when you play with sharks.
Ula: Sharks are like dogs, they only bite when you touch their private parts.
Patient #1: Do you know who that guy is?
Patient #2: Dude, I don't even know who I am.
Henry: Hi. Sorry for the delay. Should be a few minutes.
Lucy: No problem. No worries.
Henry: Where are you coming form? Breakfast?
Henry: How was it?
Lucy: I had waffles. They were delicious.
Henry: I like making little houses out of waffles.
Lucy: You do?
Henry: That's my thing. What's your name?
Henry: Hi, I'm Henry.
Henry: I was petting my walrus all morning and I was thinking of you the whole time.
Lucy: Okay, pervert. I think that you should leave.
Henry: What? I was just joking around because of what we talked about yesterday.
Lucy: Yesterday? I've never even met you.
Henry: Pardon me. Sorry to interrupt, but I notice we were both eating alone and I thought perhaps I could sit with you, maybe build a syrup Jacuzzi for your waffle house?
Lucy: Oh, that would be nice, but I have a boyfriend. I'm sorry.
Henry: You're making up a boyfriend so you can get rid of me?
Lucy: No. I'm not.
Henry: What's his name then?
Henry: Is his last name, Starr?
Lucy: No. McCartney.
Ula: Oh, you crazy bitch.
Lucy: Yeah, keep running.
Lucy: What are you doing?
Henry: Nothing, I was just getting some lint off for you.
Lucy: You were going for a feelski.
Henry: All right, I'm sorry... But this is like the twenty third time we've made out already and... they're getting blue.
Henry: Actually I'm not drunk at all, Noreen, and neither are you, because there's no alcohol in these drinks. Sadly, I've used this technique many times. It helps lovely tourists such as yourself loosen up without impairing your ability to stay awake all night and have guilt free vigorous sex with me.
Dr. Keats: Sometimes I wish my wife had Goldfield Syndrome. That way she wouldn't remember last night when I called her mother, a loud obnoxious drunk with a face like J. Edgar Hoover's ass.
Henry: Happy birthday, sir. What are you, like, 200 today?
Henry: Do you have any idea who I am?
Henry: No. That sucks.
Lucy: Yeah, that's right. Take that! And that! And that! And that! And that.
Henry: You got him. You got him. Enough. Enough.
Lucy: Are you okay?
Lucy: Okay, I'll be right back. Hey! Come here.
Henry: No, no, no. I think he's had enough. I'm sorry.
Ula: My eye.
Henry: You got him.
Lucy: Not good enough.
Ula: Oh, Kamehameha.
Henry: He learned his lesson.
Dr. Keats: Tom lost part of his brain in a hunting accident. His memory only lasts ten seconds.
Ten Second Tom: I was in an accident? That's terrible.
Dr. Keats: Don't worry, you're totally gonna get over it in about three seconds.
Ten Second Tom: Get over it? I mean, what happened? Did I get shot in the brain... Hi. I'm Tom.
Marlin: Doug, once again, off the juice.
Doug: It'th not juithe. It'th a protein thake.
Dr. Keats: And now ladies and gentlemen I would like to introduce you to our most distinguished clinical subject: Tom.
Ten Second Tom: Hi, I'm Tom.
Ten Second Tom: Hi. Oh, those are cool flip flops. Where did you get them?
Doug: You like those? It's interesting story. I was over on the North Shore the other day.
Ten Second Tom: Hi, I'm Tom.
Ten Second Tom: Hi.
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