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Deer me, there has to be a story behind this. Thanks for not telling it though, it’s great to just be able to imagine…
Deer knocked down the garbage, ate the flowers, dodged the bullets, or maybe even came in the house and marked its territory on the carpet?
Hah.. I was going more for the Wedding Crashers hunting scene vibe..
Jeremy Grey: Wow. Mr. Environmental is also a hunter. That’s got to be an interesting combination.
Sack Lodge: I hunt quail, Jeremy. They’re overpopulated in this region and they’re decimating the grubworm population. You got a fucking problem with that?
Jeremy Grey: Not nearly as much as I do with the attire that you have on, or just your general point of view towards everybody. But let’s go kill some birds. I’m psyched.
The Wedding Crashers hunting scene poaches from My Cousin Vinny. Now, I’m a BIG WC lover but props mus be given:
[Vinny is trying to dress properly for a hunting trip]
Vinny: What about these pants I got on? You think they’re okay? Ho!
Mona Lisa: Imagine you’re a deer. You’re prancing along. You get thirsty. You spot a little brook. You put your little deer lips down to the cool clear water…bam! A fucking bullet rips off part of your head! Your brains are laying on the ground in little bloody pieces! Now, I ask ya, would you give a fuck what kind of pants the son-of-a-bitch who shot you was wearing?!