Son-of-a-bitch. –What did you say? –You god-damned son-of-a-bitch! –Say that again. –You god-damned, mean, son-of-a-bitch! –Say it faster. –You god-damned, mean, dirty, son-of-a-bitch! –I wouldn't make it a habit of calling me that, son.
And I want to look him straight in the eye and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-assed, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spineless, worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is! Hallelujah! Holy shit! Where's the Tylenol?