CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
BUT HERE'S A SPIN-OFF MOVIE SCRIPT STARRING MARK'S BOOS FROM WORK BECAUSE HE HAS A JOB IF YOU REMEMBER AND HE IS CALLED "ADOLF HITLER" FOR SOME REASON.
Hitler: Hello, I would like to get laid.
Receptionist: Sir, this is a dental surgery.
Hitler: Oh, I thought it was a whorehouse!
Receptionist: It's not.
Hitler: Damn.
Receptionist: Sorry.
Hitler: So can you direct me to the whorehouse?
Receptionist: No.
Hitler: Why not?
Receptionist: Christian morals.
Hitler: I'm a Christian!
Receptionist: Really?
Hitler: I'm a-CHRISTIAININ' FOR SOME SEX!
Receptionist: ...what?
Hitler: HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Receptionist: Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
Hitler: I'm going to have to ask YOU to remove your pants, bitch!
Receptionist: I'm calling security.
Hitler: They have security at dental surgeries?
Receptionist: No, but they do at BROTHELS!
Hitler: Ach! You tricked me!
Receptionist: The managedment reserves the right to refuse service.
Hitler: You mean...
(The receptionist takes her WIG OFF and puts on a FALSE MOUSTACHE revealing that she was the whorehouse manager in disguise all along!)
Manager: We don't serve your kind in here!
Hitler: What do you mean by that?
Manager: You're just so slimey looking! Our girls shouldn't have to give sexual favours to SLIMEBALLS, no matter how much they're willing to pay!
Hitler: Is that final?
Manager: YOU DAMN STRAIGHT IT IS.
Hitler: I'm willing to pay NINE MILLION DOLLARS.
Manager: ...welcome to the whorehouse!
Hitler: Sex, here I come!
Hitler: Hello, I would like to get laid.
Receptionist: Sir, this is a dental surgery.
Hitler: Oh, I thought it was a whorehouse!
Receptionist: It's not.
Hitler: Damn.
Receptionist: Sorry.
Hitler: So can you direct me to the whorehouse?
Receptionist: No.
Hitler: Why not?
Receptionist: Christian morals.
Hitler: I'm a Christian!
Receptionist: Really?
Hitler: I'm a-CHRISTIAININ' FOR SOME SEX!
Receptionist: ...what?
Hitler: HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Receptionist: Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
Hitler: I'm going to have to ask YOU to remove your pants, bitch!
Receptionist: I'm calling security.
Hitler: They have security at dental surgeries?
Receptionist: No, but they do at BROTHELS!
Hitler: Ach! You tricked me!
Receptionist: The managedment reserves the right to refuse service.
Hitler: You mean...
(The receptionist takes her WIG OFF and puts on a FALSE MOUSTACHE revealing that she was the whorehouse manager in disguise all along!)
Manager: We don't serve your kind in here!
Hitler: What do you mean by that?
Manager: You're just so slimey looking! Our girls shouldn't have to give sexual favours to SLIMEBALLS, no matter how much they're willing to pay!
Hitler: Is that final?
Manager: YOU DAMN STRAIGHT IT IS.
Hitler: I'm willing to pay NINE MILLION DOLLARS.
Manager: ...welcome to the whorehouse!
Hitler: Sex, here I come!
