Starchild: Do you really need this many beers?
Bull: Of course I do. It’s a rite of passage.
Starchild: The shopkeeper’s looking at us funny. He’s so gonna ask for ID.
Bull: That’s why you’re here. Happy birthday, by the way.
Starchild: I don’t even like beer
Bull: What do you like, other than Little Miss Bony?
Starchild: Stop calling her that. You’ve never even met her.
Bull: I know her type
Starchild: People don’t have types. People are people.
Bull: People are animals. Predators and prey. I’m a predator, you’re prey.
Starchild: If you’re a predator, how come you haven’t starved by now?
Bull: Well, I don’t actually eat people. I just beat them up.
Starchild: Who’ve you beaten up lately?
Bull: I’ve beaten up loads of people
Starchild: Lately?
Bull: Ask me again in ten minutes
Starchild: I’m not scared of you, Bull. I’m scared of heights, I’m scared of creepy crawlies, I’m scared of my girlfriend topping herself...but I’m not scared of clowns.
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