Michael Potter: Gater

Female Trouble

Gater

Gator: Hey Taffy, baby, come suck your daddy's dick.
Taffy: I wouldn't suck your lousy dick if I was suffocating and there was oxygen in your balls!

Gator: I'm straight, I mean I like a lot of queers but I don't dig their equipment, you know. I like women.
Aunt Ida: But you could change. Queers are just better. I'd be so proud if you was a fag and had a nice beautician boyfriend. I'd never have to worry.
Gator: You have nothing to worry about.

[after sticking a carrot in Dawn's mouth at the moment of sexual climax]
Gator: I got off on it! I really got off on it!
Dawn Davenport: Oh DID you? Well, hip hip hooray for your cheap climax! What about ME, fuck face?

Gator: Hi, brat. Is your mother home? I've a little going away present for her.
Taffy: [after spitting in his face] Hey, Mother, there's a shithead here to see you!

Taffy: I wish I'd been an orphan!
Gator: You can tell she's retarded. Look at her face. She has a face of an old woman.
Dawn Davenport: Oh, it's true. Look in the mirror Taffy. For 14, you don't look so good. It's because you've been such a brat all your life, that now all that brattishness is showing in your face. The face of a retarded brat!
Gator: Yes siree, that's a real time warp of a face you got there.
Dawn Davenport: What did you know about anything. Some of the faces I've seen you with could stop a train!

Gator: She's retarded.
Taffy: I am not retarded!
Dawn Davenport: Oh, yes, you are, Taffy. I had you tested when you were a little girl. A staff of doctors examined you. And maybe the reason you don't remember is, that they told me that you are most definitely retarded.

Gator: Hello, Aunt Ida.
Aunt Ida: Gater, what a coincidence! There's somebody here dying to meet you! Ernie, this is Gater; Gater, this is Ernie!
Ernie: Hi, stud!
Gator: Get him outta here!
Aunt Ida: Gater Nelson, you be polite to Ernie! He wants a date with you!
Gator: Well, I don't want a date with him. I came to say goodbye, Aunt Ida. I'm moving to Detroit.
Aunt Ida: WHAT?
Gator: I want to be near the auto in-duss-try. I'm sick of hairdressing, and besides, Dawn had me fired.
Ernie: I can get you a job at the baths, Mary!
Gator: Look, fucker, take a walk!
Ernie: Well!
Gator: Look, you better beat it before I punch your fuckin' face out that window.
Ernie: No gay knocks for me, Ida! At best, all you've got here is trade.
Aunt Ida: Oh, Gater! Ernie's your type! Move back in with me, and we'll get you a job as a female impersonator!
Ernie: His hands are too big, dahling. Bye, Gater. It was... fab meeting you!
Gator: Fuck you! You're worse than my wife!