- Okay, big guy, you and me. We've never done this before but... desperate
times call for desperate measures.
- My name is Hank.
- Hello, Hank.
- I'm sorry, sister, I was just trying to have a little chat with your husband
- Can I help you?
- No, I wouldn't want to bother a real life person about it.
- It wouldn't be a bother, Hank.
In fact, that's why I'm here. Here is the thing.
I'm having what you might call a crisis of faith. I mean, to put it simply, I
can't write. Which really kind of sucks because I'm supposed to be a writer. And
a professional one at that.
And I can't seem to be able to produce so much as a goddamn predicate. Sorry,
you know, my apologies, I fucked up... again... I apologize.
- Well, normally, I would suggest a bunch of Our fathers
or a couple Hail Maries... but I don't think that's gonna get it done. What
about a blow job?
A blow job, would that make you feel any better?
- A blow job from you?
- Something tells me it's not gonna suck itself, Hank.
- No, but...
- But you're a nun.
A totally fucking hot nun.
Sweet baby Jesus...
Hank is going to hell.