Larry Fitzgerald: LupÃ©!
LupÃ© MÃ´Å™Ã£lÃ©Å: [runs in from the other room] Â¿Si?
Fitty: Baby, did you order me that Buffalo Chicken pizza for me like I told you?
LupÃ©: Â¡Si, shood bee heer soon, weet da pang crost! [runs out of the room]
Fitty: Baby, I told you! No. Pan. Crust on that shit! Pan crusts are forever at odds with my tender palette, never mind the bombardment of that square shape upon my psyche. You must call them back and tell them that the contents of my order have been compromised.
LupÃ©: [runs back in] Â¡ Boot dee pang crost peetza eez olreedy caw-meeng !
Fitty: Just get me a damn towel, my shit’s starting to wrinkle up in this mug. [she leaves as he shakes his head in disappointment]
Fitty: [continuing, to himself] Why the fuck am I payin’ that bitch a whole dollar-twenty-five an hour? [reaches back for his cell phone and hits “7” on his speed dial; it rings three times]
High School Kid Who Has Just About Had it With Life: [answers phone in monotone] Thank you for calling Papa John’s Pizza can you hold pleaseâ€¦
Fitty: No, good sir, there’s no time! I’m afraid that a delivery approaching my domicile at this very instant may be tainted!
High School Kid Who Has Just About Had it With Life: [pauses] â€¦Fitty?
Todd: Yeah. You calling aboutâ€¦that one medium Buffalo Chicken pan pizza with the five orders of breadsticks?
Fitty: Yes! You must understand! The pan crust and Iâ€”
Todd: Yeah, we just assumed that part was a mistake, so we changed it to regular crust. It should be there any minute.
Fitty: Oh, thank goodness. [hears the call waiting beep] Thank you, o pimply one. Farewell [clicks over] Mr. Fitzgerald’s office?
Anquan Boldin: Fitty! It’s Quan!
Fitty: Aw, shit.
Quan: Don’t you â€˜Aw, shit’ The Quan, man. Mr. Leinart told me about your expedition without me!
Fitty: Man, why you keep callin’ his ass Mr. Leinart?
Quan: He said you makin’ a new dogfightin’ movie! How you gonna make a dogfightin’ movie without The Quan?
Fitty: It’s just a dog, yo. Ain’t no dog-fightin’ in this shit. This dog ain’t doin’ nothing but chillin’ on this shit-ass farm and savin’ a bunch of crazy-assed rednecks when they doin’ stupid shit.
Quan: Check it out, The Quan is enjoying this latest issue of Sky Mall catalogue! And they got some shit!
Fitty: What mall catalogue?
Quan: Check this shit out! The Quan can purchase a statue of a sumo wrestler lookin’ like he’s takin a shit for just 95 bucks!
Fitty: [feigning disinterest] Man, I got like, five of those.
Quan: You should see this little bitch, man! He’s a big fat yellow motherfuckah and he got titty for days!
Fitty: Sounds like LupÃ©.
Quan: Yeah, but check this shit out: For $225, I can get dude squattin’ in a four-point stance with a glass table stacked up on his shit. But if I get this motherfucka, which way do I point dude’s ass?
Fitty: Well if you still have that couch with the love seat you’ve gottaâ€”
Quan: [to somebody else] Look here, baby! The Quan will use six pillows if it pleases him!
Fitty: Quan, where are you?
Quan: [to somebody else] Hey, Fitty, check this shit out! The Quan is comin’ to ya tonight! I called to getcha to pick me up from the airport?
Fitty: [confused] Quan, man, did you call me from your cell phoneâ€¦while you’re on the plane?
Quan: And guess who on da plane wit me! Jimmy Seinfeld!
Fitty: Quan, you can’t use a cell phone on a passenger jet. You’re gonna fuck up the guidance systems and crash that shit.
Quan: They ain’t gonna crash this motherfucka wit this rich white boy on here!
Fitty: Quan, I can’t pick you up. I got pizza comin’
Quan: Are you shittin’ The Quan, man? You gonna deprive the needs of The Quanâ€¦for a pizza? It’s not like you eatin’ crackers, man!
Fitty: I interpret the pizza as one larger, delicious, saucy, cracker.
Quan: Damn, man! you know how much a cab in DC is?
Fitty: DC? You’re flying to DC?
Quan: Yeah, man. Wanted to see my boy Fitty, man!
Fitty: Quanâ€¦I’m in Phoenix.
Quan: [long pause]
Fitty: â€¦I can’t pick you up if you’re landing in DC.
Quan: [long pause]
Fitty: â€¦because I’m in another cityâ€¦about 2,500 miles away.
Quan: [muffled screaming of women's voices, then the call drops out]
Fitty: [puts the phone down behind him] That might not have been good. Maybe I shouldâ€”
LupÃ©: [running in the room] Â¡ Peetza Heer ! [runs around the hottub and then back out]
Fitty: That’s what I’m talkin’ aboutâ€¦[Gets out of the hottub and starts drying off, then suddenly stops]
Fitty: LupÃ©! What the fuck is all over this towel?
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