Open Mic Host: We've got one spot left. You guys got any new material?
JB: What we got's gonna turn your brain into shit.
Truck Stop Waitress: What'll you have?
KG: What do you recommend?
Truck Stop Waitress: I recommend you order some food.
JB: Now our masterpiece will never happen because we won't be fueled by Satan.
KG: Go ahead and sleep on the power couch. Your training begins tomorrow, at the crack of noon.
The Stranger: I'm going to slice out your eyes, and your balls. And then I am going to stick your eyes in your ball sacks. And then I will take your balls, and I will put them in your eyeholes.
JB: What do you want, 'Non-Rocker'? This line is reserved for 'Rockers Only', so I can't really talk to you right now.
JB: Holy Fuckalukadingdong.
Open Mic Host: Since the beginning of time 'twas written in the stones that one day a band would come. Well that band has come and now they are here to cum again in your ear pussies.
The Stranger: I miss that sweet ass leg of mine.
JB: I told you, we're just two fuckin' business men on our way to see some shit in Sacramento.
