- You know how to pick this lock?
- Is this some black-shit again?
- Hey will you stop that racial shit? Are you a fuckin' locksmith or not?
- That guy was pissed.
- He'll feel better when he looks in the back seat.
- Shit! That was my gold bar!
- He hissed at you. What did he say?
- He said, "I can smell your cunt."
- I see. I myself cannot.
- We'll be back to pick you up in fifteen minutes.
- Take your time. I expect to be dead in four.
Have the lambs stopped screaming?
A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.