NR(about my freckles): Ms. R I like your sprinkles.

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MJ: Ms. R I love your new erasers.
KELLY: Thank you.
NR: Ms. R, I love your new erasers and I love your hair and I love your whole body.
(I'm laughing)
NR: You're supposed to say thank you.

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MELISSA: The bullshit to orgasm ratio is low.

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KELLY: Would you rather be fed or have sex?
MrB: Both.
KELLY: That's not an answer.
MrB: No, I say "Fuck me, Feed me, then I'm Fleeing." The three "F"s.

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MONIQUE: Sometime when they're all smoking up don't inhale, and then you'll hear some fucked up truths.

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(I can hear her son crying in the back)
MONIQUE (in the sweetest voice): Girl hold on one minute while I kick my son's ass.

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MONIQUE: ...and I was like "that's fine cus when you gone I'll just talk to these other brothers," and he was like, "oh, so now it's the Beyonce Anthem bullshit," and I was like, "Damn right it's the Beyonce Anthem. Why you think she wrote that song? Cuz of n----s like you."

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