the kominsky method : chapter ten –– starters.
every day without you is a day filled with sunshine and lollipops.
how did i not put a pillow over you head when i had the chance?
did you ever think about telling me?
look at you, connecting the dots.
so this does not creep you out at all?
you’re talking to a man who’s got no problem dropping a deuce in a gender-neutral bathroom.
oh, thank you for that lovely image.
you are the worst mistake i ever made in my life.
be sure and put that on my tombstone.
what ass? you don’t have an ass.
what are you talking about? i happen to have a very substantial booty.
that’s all i have to say on the subject.
i didn’t think there was any more happiness left for me.
what do you say we open this sucker up?
i wasn’t looking for this.
that’s what shit does. it happens. shit happens.
you never told me how the two of you met.
in the words of rick blaine, i hope this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
does protocol dictate now that i inquire about your tush?
it’s that or i sleep with my ass in a salad bowl.
we’re both falling apart.
thank you for a really lovely evening.
if you need anything, i’m not far. i’m just down the hall.
i was so high, i couldn’t get out of the porta-potty.
i think she expects me to have sex with her tonight.
it seems to me that in order to honor the wishes of your deceased wife, you have no choice but to fuck your old girlfriend.
she could probably, almost certainly do better.
what kind of a man tells a woman that?
it’s more of a sword than a dagger.
how’s it going with the geriatric boyfriend?
you’ll always be my first love.
you want to blow a joint?
my darling, i don’t care if anything happens. i just want to be with you.
is it okay if i sleep on the right side of the bed?
i think i’m gonna cry again.
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