Boy, get your head out of the stars above,
You get the maximum pleasure from a minimum of love.
Save your heart and let your body be enough,
To get the maximum pleasure from a minimum of love.
Save your heart and let your body be enough,
And get the maximum pleasure from a minimum of love.
-- Mac Macinelli, "Minimum Love"
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[Peter has just been offered a directing job, and has a daydream where, as a Hollywood big-shot, he falls off the balcony of his clifftop mansion, loses his robe, and crashes ♥♥♥♥♥ through the roof of the house of a Mexican family]
Mexican Husband: ¿Quién es esto? [Who is this?]
Mexican Wife: Él es la respuesta a mis oraciones. [He is the answer to my prayers]
Mexican Husband: ¿Por qué? [Why?]
Peter: I love Mexicans! I'll do it!
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Peter: Well, they live in a crummy neighborhood.
Brian: The Bradys?
Peter: Oh, hell yeah. They got robbers, thugs, drug dealers ah, you name it. [Aunt Jemimah ♥♥

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