Taffy Davenport: Daddy? Daddy? It's me Taffy!
Earl Peterson: I don't know nobody named Taffy. I'm busy right now.
Taffy Davenport: Oh, please let me in, Daddy! Open the door!
Earl Peterson: Ah, ####ing shut up! Alright already!
Taffy Davenport: [jumping into his arms] Daddy, it's me Taffy, your long, lost little girl!
Earl Peterson: Hey, get off! I ain't your daddy! I ain't even married!
Taffy Davenport: Oh, I know that, but you're my daddy alright. My mother told me. My mother is Dawn Davenport.
Earl Peterson: Yeah, you can stay here awhile. Want a drink?
Taffy Davenport: NO! You don't even believe me, do you?
Earl Peterson: Yeah, yeah. I'll be your sugar daddy, how about that?
[belches in Taffy's face]
Earl Peterson: I'm feelin' a little drink, so don't mind me.
Taffy Davenport: Shitface! You're my father! Doesn't that mean anything to you?
Earl Peterson: Who'd you say your mother was?
Taffy Davenport: Dawn Davenport. You know her.
Earl Peterson: What does she look like?
Taffy Davenport: Fat. Very fat.
Earl Peterson: Yeah, yeah. I maybe remember.
Taffy Davenport: Oh, daddy! I knew you would! Mother's been awful to me. For years, I've suffered. Please let me stay with you. I won't be any trouble. I'll help you clean and we can go out together and maybe... maybe you can buy me some regular clothes.
Earl Peterson: Can you #### as good as your mother?
Taffy Davenport: [slaps Earl across the face] PIG! You goddamn slimy pig!
Earl Peterson: Hey, little Taffy, can you stretch like taffy?
Taffy Davenport: [struggling] #### you.
Earl Peterson: Hey, you spilled my drink!
[pulls out his syphillitic penis]
Earl Peterson: Daddy Earl's got a little present for you.
Earl Peterson: [vomits on Taffy] I'm sorry... I been drinking.
Taffy Davenport: [sees butcher knife and begins stabbing Earl in the chest]
Taffy Davenport: OH! OH!
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