Ula: Oh, you crazy bitch.
Lucy: Yeah, keep running.
Lucy: What are you doing?
Henry: Nothing, I was just getting some lint off for you.
Lucy: You were going for a feelski.
Henry: All right, I'm sorry... But this is like the twenty third time we've made out already and... they're getting blue.
Henry: Actually I'm not drunk at all, Noreen, and neither are you, because there's no alcohol in these drinks. Sadly, I've used this technique many times. It helps lovely tourists such as yourself loosen up without impairing your ability to stay awake all night and have guilt free vigorous sex with me.
Noreen: Wow.
Dr. Keats: Sometimes I wish my wife had Goldfield Syndrome. That way she wouldn't remember last night when I called her mother, a loud obnoxious drunk with a face like J. Edgar Hoover's ass.
Henry: Happy birthday, sir. What are you, like, 200 today?
Henry: Do you have any idea who I am?
Lucy: No.
Henry: No. That sucks.
Lucy: Yeah, that's right. Take that! And that! And that! And that! And that.
Henry: You got him. You got him. Enough. Enough.
Lucy: Are you okay?
Henry: Yes.
Lucy: Okay, I'll be right back. Hey! Come here.
Henry: No, no, no. I think he's had enough. I'm sorry.
Ula: My eye.
Henry: You got him.
Lucy: Not good enough.
Ula: Oh, Kamehameha.
Henry: He learned his lesson.
Answer: Probably because it was the dolphins' names. Someone probably thought the dolphins looked alike and that it would be funny if they were named after the famous twins.
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