Vinny: What about these pants I got on? You think they're okay? Oh!
Lisa: Imagine you're a deer. You're prancing along. You get thirsty. You spot a little brook. You put your little deer lips down to the clear blue water.....BAM! A FUCKIN' BULLET RIPS OFF PART OF YOUR HEAD! YOUR BRAIN ARE LAYING ON THE GROUND IN LITTLE BLOODY PIECES. Now, I ask ya. Would you give a fuck what kind of pants the son of a bitch who shot you was wearing?
Enough said on how I feel about hunting.
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My favorite part:
Vinny: It is possible that the two yoots...
Judge: ...Ah, the two what? Uh... uh, what was that word?
Vinny: Uh... what word?
Judge: Two what?
Vinny: What?
Judge: Uh... did you say 'yoots'?
Vinny: Yeah, two yoots.
Judge: What is a yoot?
Vinny: Oh, excuse me, your honor... two YOOOOUUUTTTHHSSS.
HAHA Ed...that is Peter's favorite part too. He must quote it, at least, once a month!
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