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Mark or Howard?: Okay, is it just about time, you guy? What d'you say??: It's time for the mass.
Jeff: Uh . . .
Mark: One?
Jeff: Rolling?
Mark: Rolling . . . Frank is rolling.
Howard: Rolling? It's rolling . . .? One!?: It's the mass.
Mark: Test two. Test . . . three. Oh, now this is what I call brotherly love.
Howard: Man, she's really hung, man. Now there are tits.
Aynsley: Get your dick in between that [...]
Aaaaah . . .
Howard: No stopping! Oh, I'm telling you . . . There is a chick what am hung.
Jeff?: Oh yes . . .
Mark: And she enjoys every moment of it.
Howard: She wants you, Dick.
Aynsley: She's waiting for your big . . .
Dick: Oh, listen.
Jeff: Bwana?
Howard: She said give me the guy with the throb.
Jeff: Oh . . . really?
Howard: Okay, enough.
Jeff: What can you say?
Howard: See you later.
Mark: See, this is what happens when you join a, a rock group, George,
and get off that jazz syndrome.
George: Is this like the old [...]
Aynsley: [...] just wanna show us lads what she's got.
Jeff: Oh, man.
Mark: There's no lust in jazz.