Harry: Anyway, by now you may wonder how I wound up here. Or, maybe not. Maybe you wonder how silly putty picks sh*t up from comic books. The point is, I don't see another God-damn narrator, so pipe down...
Harry: What is it out here with these women?
Harmony: Oh please, Harry, they're no different from anywhere else.
Harry: Yes, they are. These are damaged goods, every one of them, from way back. I'm telling you, you take a guy who sleeps with 100 women a year, go into his childhood, dollars to doughnuts, it's relatively unspectacular. Now, you take one of these... gals, who sleeps with 100 guys a year and I bet you if you look in their childhood, there's something rotten in Denver.
Harmony: Denmark.
Harry: That too! But it's abandonment, it's abuse, it's "My uncle put his ping-ping in my pa-pa!" and then they all come out here! I mean, it's literally like someone took America by the East Coast and shook it... and all the normal girls managed to hang on.
Harmony: OK, everyone who hates Harry raise your hand!
(all the girls in the club raise their hands)
Perry: See that? Obedient little b*tches, too.