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that I liberated from the tampon machine in the ladies' room.

- Oh, she's gotta go pee. - I'm gonna pee in my pants.

You were almost completely upside down.

- Occupied! - Occupied!

Bitch, you about to die.

We're business partners. Can I go in now?

And I said go half an hour ago, so chop-chop. Tempus fugit.

- It's now or never, come with me. - I'm not coming with you.

And I will shoot him in the kneecap and the elbow.

The combination was your maiden name. You think that was tricky?

Hey, man, that's not cool. We don't even know these people.

Ma'am, ma'am, ma'am.

- It stinks in here. - How could you let him smoke in my car?

You know a dude named Cold Blood?

OK, this is ridiculous. Silas, give me your keys.

Your wife's enticing snatch has nothing to do with my deep and abiding love for my wife.

That's just bad hygiene.

This is one nice fucking neighbourhood.

I want you to have it. Have amazing adventures, Shane.

Yeah, yeah, of course I got Shane.

Looks like it's from a movie.

That's what counts, moron. Circumference doesn't factor in a size war.

I'm sure you'll get the hang of it really quickly.

...sorry about this, we were just... - You used to live here?

And who is this guy? He a cop or something?

So, listen, little guy.

Master Mohawk, Chief Wiggum,

and he showed me that the lid to the mini-mint patties was loose. Look.

That's not true. You'll be getting a bullet.

- So, no booty, huh? - No, no booty.

He's my nephew. I called in an AMBER Alert.