“Number One, why aren’t you in when I fucking told you to be. Number Two, why doesn’t this hotel have fucking phones with fucking voicemail on them and not have to leave messages with the fucking receptionist? Number Three, you better fucking be in tomorrow night when I fucking call again or there’ll be fucking Hell to pay. I’m fucking telling you. Harry.”
(I’m not the receptionist, I’m the co-owner with my husband Patrice. - Marie)
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gentlemen: Harry Waters.
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Geez, he swears a lot.
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byronic said:
SO GOOD. (Although my favourite line in the film is so filthy I can’t even type it. It involves Harry’s kids.)
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