Your whacked out bald freaks hit me with a fucking broom! They almost broke my arm! They were burning their fingertips with lye, the stink was unbelievable!
Something on your mind, dear?
Marla Singer: I got this dress at a thrift store for one dollar.Narrator: It was worth every penny.Marla Singer: It's a bridesmaid's dress. Someone loved it intensely for one day, and then tossed it. Like a Christmas tree. So special. Then, bam, it's on the side of the road.Marla Singer: Tinsel still clinging to it. Like a sex crime victim. Underwear inside out. Bound with electrical tape.Narrator: Well, then it suits you.Marla Singer: You can borrow it sometime.
Man, you've got some fucked up friends, I'm tellin' ya. Limber, though...