Lisistrata 2000
Anat Gov
2001
Bigdickus:
Where’s he going? [shouting at an aide who has just exited] Where do you think you’re going?!
Prostitutus:
He thinks he’s going to baby-sit.
Bigdickus:
Babysitting? I sent him to kill her and he’s babysitting for her? What have we come to? Is he the kind of man that you women want? He’s no man, he’s Scotch-Brite. Why don’t you stick a broom…
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