KG: Unbelievable. You ignorant b******s. I cannot believe the sheer b***s-out, g*****n nerve of you people. Not to tell me. Not to m***********g tell me. Unbelievable.

There is a movie, a f*****ng movie, in which Christopher Lloyd shoots somebody. In the head. In the g*****n head. In "Things to do in Denver When You're Dead," Christopher Lloyd shoots a chick in the head. F**k. And nobody f****g told me.

Christopher Lloyd! From back to the future. "My Favourite Martian." G*****n it. Here you are, all you m***********s, walking around, going to work, watching a Cubs game, kissing your wife, refinishing a cabinet, coaching little league, maybe eating a hot dog, you know? A footlong even. Here you are, all you m***********s, walking around pretending like you were g*****n civilized human beings. When there is a movie with Christopher Lloyd shoots a f*****g chick in the head!

Christopher Lloyd is all mobbed up. He's not a goddamn scientist, he's a f*****g hired goon. Christopher Lloyd! M**********r! You g*****n, lousy, filthy, f*****g, m***********s! No one told me.

No one.

GB: Shut the f**k up. I'm trying to sleep here.

KG: Yeah. Sorry. (Sotto voce) M**********r.

 

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