Hurlan:
Come by to deliver some great news.
Hurshe:
What, you died of aids?
Hurlan:
Close! You ain't a real Heartshe!
Hurshe:
Where'd you hear that bunk?
Hurlan:
Little bird told me. Hoss ain't your real daddy.
Hurshe:
Everyone knows I got daddy's lips.
Hurlan:
Yeah, well, they can pucker up and kiss my ass, 'cause you ain't got a Heartshe bone in your body.
Hurshe:
I got more Heartshe bones in my body than you can count to 20!
Hurlan:
Ah! That proves it, 'cause I can't count! Hoo hoo hoo!
[Hurlan happily leaves]
Hurshe:
Muttering to myself. Everyone knows I'm a Heartshe through and through. I was born gumming my way out of a Heartshe, and I'll die with a Heartshe gumming into me! Right?
[Hurshe then drinks paint]
