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Hello friends

NOXIGAR: Hello Strong Intelligent.

Transcript

{Open to the two}

HENRY: And to eat? Plain bread.

QUINT: What, no butter?

NOXIGAR: {imitating Quint} What, no flowers?

HENRY: Nope.

QUINT: Not even strawberry jam?

{Short pause}

HENRY: Jam?

{Suddenly, [1] plays in the background.}
NOXIGAR: I have to find my business, 'cause no one seems to let me be.

QUINT: What's wrong with jam?

HENRY: Nothing I love it, but why did you go butter THEN jam? Surely jam is more of a luxury than butter? I mean, what about margarine? What about smooth peanut butter? Seriously, those are both less than butter and jam. I MEAN SERIOUSLY, FUCKING JAM!? JAM!? JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMM!?!?!

NOXIGAR: {sings} It ain't too much, it ain't too much, IT AIN'T. TOO. MUCH FOR ME TO JAM!

{Henry begins hyperventialating}

QUINT: WOah, calm down ma-

HENRY: NO TIME TO FUCKING CALM IT, YOU TALKED ABOUT JAM! JAM! JAM! IT DOESN'T EVEN SOUND LIKE A GODDAMNED WORD ANYMORE! GOD FUCKING DAMN IT THIS IS THE ANGRIEST I'VE EVER BEEN

{End}

NOXIGAR: Dude, just. Just jam. It ain't too much, yo. It ain't too much. It ain't. Too. Much for me to jam.