| So, now you know why I can’t be the president of the United States because…
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| I would snap like this eighteen times a day. |
| Right from the first get-go in
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| the morning. |
| «Mr. |
| President…» «WHAT?! |
| Get Air Force One, I wanna blow some
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| shit up. |
| And get Harrison Ford, put him on the plane. |
| I’m gonna beat him up,
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| I’m pissed off at him.» |
| When I’m president, boy things are gonna change.
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| Oh yeah. |
| Oh yeah, things are gonna change when I’m the president of the United
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| States. |
| Yep. |
| My domestic policy? |
| Fuck you. |
| My foreign policy? |
| FUUUUCK YOU!
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| I’ll tell you somethin' else: when I’m president of the United States,
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| all you assholes who ride bikes in the city, LOCK AND LOAD, okay?
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| You’re goin' down. |
| Yeah, what the FUCK are you people thinkin' about, huh?
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| You wanna ride a bike in the city, move to China. |
| Go ahead. |
| Eat some rice for
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| the rest of your life. |
| Are you fucking insane ridin' a bike around in the
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| middle of Manhattan traffic, huh? |
| There’s no speed limit in New York,
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| have you noticed that? |
| Have you ever seen a speed limit sign in Manhattan?
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| No, they don’t exist! |
| Red lights here mean «Stop if you want to.
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| «Last guy who got speeding ticket in Manhattan was the guy who crashed his
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| plane into the Empire State Building back in 1937; |
| wake the fuck up and smell
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| the maple nut crunch!
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| They drive me fucking NUTS! |
| Have you ever had that experience, where you’re
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| getting out of the cab, you open the door, and a bike guy smashes into the car
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| door? |
| And then he gets an attitude? |
| «Hey man, that’s my space!» |
| «No it isn’t,
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| that’s the space for the fucking door to open, asshole!» |
| They got their little
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| spandex pants on, their little gloves, and they’re ridin' around.
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| «I have the right to ride my bike right in the middle of traffic.
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| I have my little whistle, TWEET TWEET…» «I have a horn, HONK HONK,
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| you’re dead!» |
| And you roller bladin' assholes, lock and load. |
| Lock and load.
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| With your pink spandex, and your headphones on, dancing, doing the hustle in
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| the middle of traffic… Make up your mind, dance or drive, okay asshole?
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| Just make up a decision. |
| Fuck… I don’t get it, you know? |
| Why don’t you just
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| put on clown pants and ride a unicycle down Fifth Avenue-- «Hey, look at me!
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| «Parasail down Broadway, «Look at me! |
| I have the right to do this!
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| ««No you don’t! |
| SNIP, SNIP! |
| Happy now?»
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| Have you seen the cops who have to ride the bikes? |
| Oh, aren’t they the saddest
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| lookin' motherfuckers? |
| Oh, man. |
| Oh, there’s not one happy one in the whole city.
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| They’re totally bummed out. |
| You know they come from families full of cops,
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| right? |
| Their dad was a cop, their grandfather was a cop, they dreamed of being
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| a cop their whole life. |
| They go through the academy, they wait until graduation
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| day to get all that stuff, graduation day comes, «Hey, here’s badge, a bike,
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| and a pair of shorts, now stop crime, go ahead. |
| You want more stuff,
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| here’s some white socks and flip-flops, go ahead. |
| Stop crying. |
| You want a
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| siren, make one with your mouth, go ahead.» |
| «Ooh, man, this sucks. |
| Ooh…
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| I’m not stoppin' any crimes. |
| I don’t care if someone gets killed right in
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| front of me, I’m not stoppin' 'em. |
| I’m just gonna ride my bike for eight hours,
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| then go home. |
| I’m not gonna meet any chicks this way… Oh…» I’m waitin' to
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| get stopped by one of those guys in my truck, cause I’m not stopping.
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| Pulls up next to me, «Pull over.» |
| Errrr! |
| «You're not a cop, you’re a bike
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| asshole! |
| (CRASH) Fucking Leary, I hate you…»
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| «Bike asshole»… I’m a bike cop. |
| That makes me laugh
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| Another thing when I’m president, by the way: you wanna join the military,
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| any branch, Army, Air Force, Marines, Navy, once you join you can fuck
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| who-EVER you want. |
| Other soldiers, superior officers, I don’t give a flying
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| fuck! |
| Fuck your brains out! |
| Go ahead! |
| You have my permission. |
| As long as you
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| wanna kill the enemy, you can have sex with anything you want. |
| «I like to fuck other guys.» |
| «Here's another guy and a gun, go, go!
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| ««I like to fuck sheep.» |
| «Here's a sheep and a humvee, go!» |
| «I like to fuck
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| watermelons.» |
| «Here's a watermelon and a gun, go, go, go!» |
| Fuck 'em, kill 'em,
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| and eat 'em boys, go ahead!
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| «A-ha! |
| That’s fucking-- (tape rewinds) Cause I’m not missing much if the MTV
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| awards show’s any invitation.»
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| «Meaning?» |