(..) What the fuck does that mean? It means that's it for me. From here on in, you can consider my ass retired. - Jesus Christ. - Don't blaspheme. - God damn it. - I said don't do that. Why are you fucking freaking out on us? Look, I'm telling (..)

(..) Do you hear me, pigs? Do you hear me, Bronze? I think we're still mobile. For Christ's sake, shove over! You're blaspheming again. I don't have to work with a blasphemer. Big Bopper to March Hare. We're still in the game, okay? Understand this. That Scag and his floozy... ...they're gonna die! (..)

(..) I want to go home! I want my mother! I had your mother! She wasn't that great! What the Christ is this horseshit? He blasphemed. I'll tell the warden. You'll tell him with my baton up your ass! Let me out! What is your malfunction, you fat barrel of monkey spunk? (..)