Do I Know You, or Was Your Birthgiver's Death Worth listening About

Yeah, do I know you?  Remember my son, Demetrius, who is a Psychologist and works at the Sorbonne?

"Yeah, I know more about him than you do.  I hung out with him when I was a teenager and he was a twenty-something pervert."

"He he didn't toast it, and he gave me an onion bagel.  He is such a sick fuck, kind of like you."

I know, all I think about is money.  I'm the real thing.  I am an American.

"But I don't like onion bagels.  I like poppyseed.  Fuck Americans."

"Fuck Americans who have never heard of Milton and who try to write sensationalist book/mags.   A book/mag is a book that has as many pages as most gossip magazines."

I never will.  I never will get over her death.

"I just heard a bus passing by that's calling your name."

"Shit, it's abcessing again.:

You mean the lady's marriage who can't help people get married but takes all their money anyway.

"It's rather sad that someone who thought only of herself, in the DSM-IV definition of narcissicism had two bleeding ulcers.  With all the practice of being unable to feel the pain of others, she could no longer feel her own pain.  How sad."

"I don't know why I don't feel like crying."

"I'll go with you when the ashes are strewn to sea just like his."

How did you like him for a father?

"What part?  His dick?  His constant complaints about Americans after having married one of the finest American sicka idiots on the dance floor."

"Oh, but according to him, she kept calling him and asking him out."

I do believe you.  He seemed like he was into voluptuous, silky-skinned, blue-eyed pets.

"I asked him about it.  He said, 'A man has to feel comfortable with a woman,'  So, two narcissists collide, create one desperate money-maker and one desperate compassion-freak."

But there are so many would-be compassion-freaks, how can you tell if someone is a real compassion-freak.

"Usually a real compassion-freak is surrounded by abusive beings who continually test the level of the freak's compassion."

Freud was wrong.  It is all about the ego.  I equals it.

"You stole my line?"

I am your line.  I am in control.