PROMPTS FROM THE FOUR SEASONS
* Β assorted dialogue from the 1981 film, adjust as necessary
is this the fun part? are we having fun yet?
i can hardly remember the first time i got laid.
you've made soem friends, right?
for somebody who likes to get to the heart of things, you have this incredible knack for denying your own feelings.
god, i love that woman. she just kills me.
i feel like i wish you would just sort of shut up.
has it been really tough?
does he observe good bathroom etiquette?
i want a woman i can be excited by.
maybe we shouldn't go anywhere.
do you think they're going to do it again?
i get passionate sometimes.
you're kidding me, right?
everyone in connecticut knows that you're italian!
you picked a hell of a time to get irrational.
i'm not irrational. rational people get angry. irrational people pretend they don't.
i just told you my deepest fear. why can't you listen to what i'm saying instead of how i'm saying it?
do you have any idea what it is to be afraid of death?
you think because i'm quirky, i don't hurt?
he's been having affairs all along. dozens.
[name] is driving me crazy.
what's the matter with him?
he's very needy, that's all.
that's a problem i have. when i get angry, i overanalyze.
i don't understand. i've hurt you in some way?
you didn't tell either of us.
all i've ever gotten from you is judgment and disapproval.
when you wanna talk intelligently, i'll talk. otherwise, forget it.
i don't find them all that adorable.
they're making this trip very difficult.
how was i supposed to know?
i think you should apologize to her.
i got excited, i spoke my mind, i said i was sorry, and it's over and done with.
why do you always say what you think?
i think he's hurt. i think maybe we owe him an apology.
when people have been friends as long as we have, it's not such a terrible thing to kid somebody out of a depression.
don't get upset about what you don't understand.
i've just about had it with you people.
i'll tell you what's the matter. i'm mad!
let me tell you something. as far as i'm concerned, you are all demanding and unforgiving. every single one of you.
how come everyone thinks i'm paranoid?
you think whenever your brain has a thought, it has to just drop down onto your tongue like a gumball.
let's calm down. it's not all that bad. it's just a little embarrassing.
i don't see what the big problem is. we're all adults.
you're the one i wanted to make cry.
i'm ten years older than you, right?
i go to sleep at night on an ache so bad that it simply will not go away. i wake up in the middle of the night sweating, hearing my own bones decay.
you talk like a bad textbook.
i'm saying this in the most loving way: "shit or get off the pot!"
nobody can do what you do. my god, you're perfect.
how dare you call me that?
why do you always have to do that?
why couldn't you have just kept quiet?
please don't take this the wrong way, you know how fond i am of you, but i think your mercedes sucks!
i am sick and tired of all this macho bullshit.
these people are vicious.
please don't tell me to calm down.
why can't they fight it out?
did anyone sleep last night?
i don't wanna look at my friends naked.
