:13:00
All right, who's up?
:13:01
Toe-Joe Jackson's art
photography right here!
:13:05
Be a nudie-cutie, make
good money to bootie.
:13:08
Hey, I'm paying $3 a shot.
:13:10
You got it, what the hell,
why not show it, right?
:13:13
Hey, you.
:13:14
Yeah, you, the looker
:13:16
with the class-A
sealed-beam headlights.
:13:19
You want to pose for Toe-Joe?
:13:21
Beat it, creep.
:13:24
Here he comes now,
with that devil woman.
:13:29
Hi, Mrs. Hackett.
:13:31
Imagine our shame.
:13:33
Our only child, and he
carries illegal weapons,
:13:36
drives fast cars,
:13:37
and wears clothes obviously
designed by homosexuals.
:13:42
But he knows better.
:13:43
Jesus is still in his heart.
:13:45
Jeez, Mom and Dad, go home.
:13:47
You're embarrassing me.
:13:48
I'm a teenager. I want to live.
:13:51
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:14:24
Hey!
:14:25
Looks like somebody lost their laundry.
:14:27
Hello, Cry-Baby.
:14:29
You scorch me, man.
:14:31
Later, Lenora.
:14:32
But, Cry-Baby, I need a date
for tonight's Jukebox Jamboree.
:14:36
Well, I'm solo, sugar.
:14:38
Want to see these
gunboats? I give, Cry-Baby.
:14:42
I give bare second on the first date.
:14:44
Use your mentality and cool down.
:14:47
Well, Lenora, your bosoms ain't nothing.
:14:49
Better watch it, bozo.
You might catch a cold.
:14:53
My brother wouldn't touch your
titties with a 10-foot pole.
:14:57
He likes his women
bad, Lenora, not cheap.