Plump Fiction

Jimmy Nova:
Wanna know what a cockroach is called in Algeria?

Montello Hungry:
Why the f*** would someone want to know that?

Jimmy Nova:
Mimy! No Mas!

Nicky Cox:
Damn that Guliver Stone!

Nicky Cox:
I just crapped myself!

Vallory Cox:
Are you flirting with me?

Bunny Roberts:
Prepare to meet your maker - maybe he'll know who the F*** you are!

Sister Batril:
One of us is not a stripper. One of us is a lyin' b*tch who's f***in' Montello, and now she's f***in' all of us!

Sister Ruth:
Who are you callin' a b*tch, you f***in' ho? [shouts] You couldn't table-dance your way out of a paper bag!

Sister Batril:
[gets out her gun] Ooh, you f***in' mother-f***er!

Kandi Kane:
Hey, Sister Batril, relax!

Sister Batril:
She said I couldn't table -

Kandi Kane:
[cuts her] I know what she said! And I said relax. So put the gun away. I said put the gun away!

Sister Batril:
[does so] I could win a f***in' Nobel Prize for table-dancing.

Kandi Kane:
Everybody has to keep our heads.