The Jerk

Don't call the dog "Lifesaver". Call him "Shithead".

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Die, you random son of a bitch. Die, gas pumper!

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Mother: Navin, it's your birthday, and it's time you knew. You're not our natural-born child. Navin R. Johnson: You mean I'm going to stay this color? Mother: I'd love you if you were the color of a baboon's ass.

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Mother: And remember: the Lord loves a working man! Navin R. Johnson: The Lord loves a working man. Father: And son, don't never ever trust whitey. Navin: Don't trust whitey. The Lord loves a working man. Don't trust whitey. Mother: Oh, baby. Navin: Daddy. Pierre. Come here. Don't you forget to grow up now. Elvira Johnson: Send me a picture, a picture! And I'll call you later! Don't forget, Navie! Father: Okay, okay. Let the boy go. Elvira: Bye. Father: We got work to do. Mother: And I hope you find whatever it is you're looking for. Navin: I will, Ma. I know it's out there. Taj: It's out there all right, and if you catch it see a doctor and get rid of it. Navin: See a doctor and get rid of it. Taj: Good luck. Navin: The Lord loves a working man. Don't trust whitey. See a doctor and get rid of it.

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Harry Hartounian: Boy, get to work in there! Navin R. Johnson: But sir, I don't even work here. Harry: Not even for a dollar ten an hour?

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Harry Hartounian: Boy, I wish I could get that excited about nothing. Navin R. Johnson: Nothing? Are you kidding? Page 73: Johnson, Navin R.! I'm somebody now! Millions of people look at this book every day! This is the kind of spontaneous publicity — your name in print — that makes people. I'm in print! Things are going to start happening to me now. Madman: [thumbing through phone book at home] Johnson, Navin R. Sounds like a typical bastard.

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