Captain Spaulding: You miserable motherfucker, I ought to leap over this counter and bash your fuckin' balls in!
Killer Karl: All right, Tippy! Hand over the cash box, and I might leave your brains inside your skull!
Captain Spaulding: Well, I'll tell you what, Ski King. Why don't you just take your Mama home some chicken and then I won't have to stuff my boot all up in your ass!
Killer Karl: I don't like chicken! And I hate clowns!
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