Page 92 of The Last Goodbye

Cannon

You think? My dick is on a first-name basis with my hand. I’m going crazy lying around all day.

Phoenix

Get the fuck out of my guest room, you filthy animal.

Cannon

Come on. Are you claiming that you aren’t jerkin’ the gherkin?

Cannon

Spanking the monkey?

Cannon

Doing the five-knuckle shuffle?

Cannon

Polishing the pork?

You are no longer getting the pork tenderloin tonight. You’ll be getting the pasta marinara.

Cutler

Meatball still gets the leftover steak, right?

Cannon

Seriously? You know Meatball is “tenderizing the tube steak” when no one’s around.

I’m done with this conversation.

Brody

I do like that you didn’t deny that you’re obsessed with your nemesis though.

I told you. We’re friends.

Cannon

Do you expect us to believe you aren’t knocking boots?

Phoenix

Cannon, take your medication and put the phone down. I can’t take this shit.

Cutler

Happy for you, Bass.

Cannon

He’s just saying that because his prima donna of a dog wants some beef after he takes synchronized swimming lessons and slaps the salami.

Cutler