Pete Correale - Dangerous Dating

  • Season 1 , Ep 7
  • 01/11/2011
  • Views: 21,060

If your woman gets angry at some bigger guy, you may be in danger. (1:50)

(Pete Correale)I DON'T DATE.

YOU KNOW WHY I DON'T DATE?

I'M SINGLE NOW, I LIKE IT.

'CAUSE I CAN'TFIGHT, YOU KNOW?

AND I'M SO AFRAID OF GETTINGBEAT UP IN FRONT OF A WOMAN.

THAT FREAKS MEOUT, YOU KNOW?

AND THE LAST WOMAN IDATED, SHE WAS LIKE,

WOULD YOU FIGHT FOR ME?

I WAS LIKE, I DON'T EVENFIGHT FOR MYSELF, SWEETHEART.

YOU CAN RUN WITH ME,'CAUSE THAT'S WHAT I DO.

WE CAN HOLD HANDS WHILE WERUN--KEEP IT ROMANTIC--

BUT YOU GOTTA KEEPUP, 'CAUSE I BOOK.

I'M NOT GONNA GETMY ASS KICKED 'CAUSEYOU BROKE A HEEL.

YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?

I DATE LOUD ITALIANWOMEN FROM LONG ISLAND,

YOU KNOW WHAT I'MTALKING ABOUT?

WITH THE HAIRSPRAYAND THE NAILS...

RA-RA-RA-RA-RA-RA-RA.

THEY NEVER SHUT UP!

YOU TRY TO TELLTHEM TO BE QUIET,

THEY'RE GONNA TALKLOUDER AND FASTER.

MY DAD'S A COP.

DON'T TALK TO MELIKE THAT--DA DA.

I WAS AT THIS RESTAURANTDRIVE-THRU, RIGHT?

I HAD THISGUID-ETTE IN THE CAR

WITH THE HAIRSPRAY ANDTHE NAILS, RIGHT?

AND THE COUPLE IN FRONT OFUS ARE TAKING TOO LONG.

SHE'S GETTINGREALLY PISSED OFF.

SHE'S CHOMPING ON THEGUM, DOING THE NAILS.

(smacking her gum loudly)

WHAT THE--AEH-AEH-AEH-AEH.

LEANS ON MY HORN...

HUGE GUY GETS OUTOF THE OTHER CAR.

I'M LIKE, NOW I'M GONNA GETMY ASS KICKED BECAUSE OF YOU.

LOOK ATTHE SIZE OF GUY.

JUST GO TALK TOHIM... NA-NA-NA.

I GET OUT OF THE CAR.

I MEET THE GUYHALFWAY, RIGHT?

HE COMES UP TO ME AND GOES,"YOU GOT A PROBLEM, PAL?"

I GO, YEAH, I GOT A PROBLEM!

(whispers)LISTEN, MAN, I DIDN'THONK THE HORN.

IT WAS HER.

I DON'T HAVE A PROBLEMWITH YOU AT ALL.

HE GOES, "THAT'S ALL RIGHT.

I DIDN'T WANT TO GET OUTOF MY CAR, SHE MADE ME."

MAN, THE ONLY THINGMORE ANNOYING

THAN LOUDMOUTH GIRLSARE WIMPY GUYS.

YEAH, I AGREE.

THANK GOD I'M NOTONE OF THOSE WUSSIES.

YEAH, RIGHT.

YOU'RE THE POSTERBOY FOR WHAT PRISONERS

REFER TO AS "THEIR BITCH."

YOU WANT A PIECEOF ME, OPRAH?

OH, YOU DON'TWANT TO GO THERE.

I GOT SIX POUNDS AND THREEOUNCES ON YOU, BITCH.

YEAH, AND FIVEOF 'EM ARE LIPS!

WHAT?

BRING IT ON.

I GUESS WE'LL, UH, HAVETO CALL IT A DRAW.

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