“No, fuck you!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
“FUCK YOU!”
“All right already, Manis!”
"Oh, so you know my name? I wasn't sure, because I'M NOT IN THE CREDITS!"
"All I said--"
“I am not the one--Tony Danza, Mr. Big TV Star--I am not the
one to fuck with.”
“All I said was, I think we should rehearse the scene
again.”
“This isn’t Shakespeare. It’s a goddamn ape-themed comedy.
This genre didn’t even exist three years ago. Then Clint Eastwood wakes up in
the middle of a fever dream about an orangutan, and all of a sudden my brothers and I lose our tricycle act--and the only thing anybody wants to see me do is drink beer and
flip people off. Well, I didn’t train for three years at Uncle Willy’s Primate
Stunt Farm just so I could play to the lowest denominator. I am an actor. Would
you ask a… a human... a Burl Ives or a Wally Cox... I mean… Jesus, it’s hot in here. I uh…”
“You want some water...?”
“Make it a beer.”
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