"Anything That Walks"
are sitting in a living room, doing nothing but talking.)
Male #1: "Yeah, she's
Male #2: "Yeah."
Male #3: "I'd fuck
Male #1: "Oh, come
on, Stephen, you'd fuck anything that walks."
Male #3: "What? I'm
not that picky. I mean, I'm not like Bradley." (points at Male #1)
"Only fucks the fat chicks, right, Bradley?" But as for me,
what I fuck doesn't have to be able to walk, or talk, or be breathing.
Hell, as long as it's got a hole, I'm in."
(Male #3 humps some obscure
Male #3: "I'm not one
of these rich, upper-class, wealthy, loaded, prosperous, well-off, elite,
affluent type people who only have sexual relations with other rich, upper-class,
wealthy, loaded, prosperous, well-off, elite, affluent type people. I'm
not a huge prick with no feelings who only cared about myself. I'm not
one of these 'destroy the environment for my own good' type tycoons. I'm
not one of them big oil/gas/petroleum execs. I'm not like those big-shot
corporate execs. I'm not comparable to say, Hitler, or say, Stalin."
(Continues along the same
lines while humping random objects around the living room.)