quietus | 03.09.2006 23:09:51

mr pink: why am i mr. pink?

joe: cause you're a faggot.

mr pink: why can't we pick out our own colors?

joe: i tried that once, it don't work. you get four guys fighting over who's gonna be mr. black. since nobody knows anybody else, nobody wants to back down. so forget it, i pick. be thankful you're not mr. yellow.

mr brown: yeah, but mr. brown? that's too close to mr. shit.

mr pink: yeah, mr. pink sounds like mr. pussy. tell you what, let me be mr. purple. that sounds good to me, i'm mr. purple.

joe: you're not mr. purple, somebody from another job's mr. purple. you're mr. pink.

mr white: who cares what your name is? who cares if you're mr. pink, mr. purple, mr. pussy, mr. piss...

mr pink: oh that's really easy for you to say, you're mr. white. you gotta cool-sounding name. so tell me, mr. white, if you think "mr. pink" is no big deal, you wanna trade?

joe: nobody's trading with anybody! look, this ain't a goddamn fuckin city counsel meeting! listen up mr. pink. we got two ways here, my way or the highway. and you can go down either of 'em. so what's it gonna be, mr. pink?

mr pink: jesus christ, joe. fuckin forget it. this is beneath me. i'm mr. pink, let's move on.