After a hard day of installing hardwood flooring, there’s only one movie that stands as an adequate reward. Here’s a hint or two:

“Where do you dance at, darlin’?”
“Um… at the Cheetah.”
“I don’t know how good you are, darlin’, and I don’t know what it is you’re good at, but if it’s at the Cheetah, it’s not dancing, I know that much.”
“You don’t know shit!”

“She’s no butterfly. Tony, she’s all pelvic thrust. I mean, she prowls. She’s got it!”

“I’ve had dog food.”
“You have?”
“Mmm-hmmm. Long time ago. Doggy Chow. I used to love Doggy Chow.”
“I used to love Doggy Chow, too!”

“I have a problem with pussy. I always have, and I’m always gonna.”

And, best of all…

“It must be weird, not having anybody cum on you.”

It’s been years since I’ve seen this movie. I was so pleased to discover it’s even better than I remember.

(Posted simultaneously to “Jelly-Town!”)