(cont.)
Rock: The Rock reluctantly accepts your offer to get naked. But keep your legs together. The Rock doesn't want to smell what you're douching.
Rock: The Rock has seen plenty of naked white women before. That comes with the territory of being a national champion at Miami. Besides, all the Rock's blood is located in the corporate crotch right now.
Rose: I thought the Rock had a corporate crotch? That was more of a small-town, mom-and-pop business crotch? Rock: The Rock is glad he didn't hear that.
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Rose: Your drawings of the Godfather's ho's are very beautiful, Rock. I can't believe they let you watch them do that to a midget. Will you draw me like that Rock?
Rose: I'm surprised you're not blushing, Rock.
Rock: The Rock says this: not only is the Rock taking Leonardo Di, Damn, Caprio's livelyhood, he's pissing all over Leonardo Di, Damn, Vinci's grave with this masterpiece. The Rock has been charming your candy-ass all day. It says right here on the Rock's Rolex watch that the Rock bought for the cost of your monkey life that it's time for Rose to spread.
Rock: BBWWWWAAAAaaahhhh! The Rock knows your hole.