Перевод песни Adam Sandler – Toll Booth Willie
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Toll Booth Willie: Welcome to Worchester. Dollar twenty-five please. M1: Hey, how ya doin’Toll Booth Willie? Toll Booth Willie: Good! Thanks fer askin, pop! M1: Aww, that’s great, you know, considering yer a fuckin’idiot! Toll Booth Willie: Go fuck yourself you son of a bitch! I’ll come right outta the booth and fuckin’whack ya, you fuckin’prick! M2: Hey, hey, Willie! Hows it going? Toll Booth Willie: Hey, can’t complain, pop. Hows 'bout you? M2: Oh, great, great. How much? Toll Booth Willie: The state charges a dollar twenty-five, pop. M2: That’s fine. Now should I give you the money, or should I shove the quarters directly up your fat ass?! Toll Booth Willie: Why you fuckin’hard on! I’ll fucking Carlton Fisk yer fuckin’head with a Louise-ville fuckin’slugger! Whadya think of that ass fuck?! F1: Hi Willie. Toll Booth Willie: Oh, nice to see ya M’am. Not a bad day, huh? F1: Well, I’m a little lost. Could you help me out? I hear your the best with directions. Toll Booth Willie: Well I know my way around New England. I can tell ya that much. So where ya headed? F1: Well, I was just wondering exactly which is the best way to drive up your ass. You know, if you’d tell me, I’d appreciate it, you fuckin' prick. Toll Booth Willie: You fuckin’bitch! Fuck you! You forgot to pay the fuckin’toll you dirty whore! I’ll fuckin’drop you with a boot to the fuckin’skull you cum guzzling queen! M3: Hey Willie. Toll Booth Willie: Hey, how are ya? M3: Here’s a dollar twenty-five, and go fuck yourself. Toll Booth Willie: Dah, you fuckin’prick! I hope you choke on a fuckin’bottle cap, ya fuckin’son of a fuck! Eat shit! Eat my shit! Bishop Nelson: Hello Willie. Good to see you. Toll Booth Willie: Ahhh, Bishop Nelson. Nice to see ya. That was quite a sermon you had the other day. Bishop Nelson: Hey, well I do my best. Toll Booth Willie: Dollar twenty-five, Bishop. Bishop Nelson: Dollar twenty-five, Willie. Isn’t that the same price your mother charges for a blow job, you piece of dog shit?! Toll Booth Willie: Ohhh! Have another one, you fuckin’lush! It’s not my fault the bartender cut ya off last night ya fuckin’douche bag! M5: Hey! Toll Booth Willie: Well hey! M5: Yeah, do you want the money, or should I just shove the quarters directly up your fat ass?! Toll Booth Willie: Well, I already heard that one you fuckin' unoriginal bastard! Go suck a corn you fuckin’piece of repeatin’shit! F2: Hi. Toll Booth Willie: Oh, hi. How are ya? F2: Fine, thank you. How much is the toll please? Toll Booth Willie: For you sweetheart, it’s a dollar twenty-five. F2: Here ya go. F2: Thank you. Toll Booth Willie: Hey! Hey! Honey! Would you like a receipt with that? F2: Oh, I almost forgot. Thank you so much. Toll Booth Willie: And here ya are. F2: Umm, do you think you could sign it? Toll Booth Willie: Oh, uh. sign it? F2: Yeah, sign Toll Booth Willie was here. Toll Booth Willie: Ok, sure. Uhh, by the way, what is this for? F2: Just so I could have proof for my friends that I met the biggest fuckin’dip shit with the smallest dick alive. You understand. Toll Booth Willie: Fuck you, you fuckin’upity bitch! I’ll fuckin’fuck you and all your lesbian fish-eating friends in front of your fuckin' mothers! You’re gonna die, bitch! I’m comin’outta the booth! [Opens the door and runs out of the booth] Toll Booth Willie: Ooooh! My fuckin’leg! M6: Hey! You ran over Toll Booth Willie! M7: Oh my God! I was always wondering what it would be like to run over a dried up stinky dick licker. Toll Booth Willie: Why you fuckin’pricks. I fuckin’hear every fuckin' word yer saying! When this fuckin’leg heals, I’m gonna kick you guys new fuckin' assholes!