Himmel: Don't flatter me.
Pest: Alright. You have a big nose, your feet stink and your mother dresses you funny.
Pest: Love, peace and chicken grease.
Angus: Today is Monday. I want all the money you owe me by Wednesday or I'm going to kill your whole family.
Pest: How 'bout Thursday and you just take out a cousin?
Pest: Of course I farted. What, you think I smell like this all the time?
Pest: Later, masturbator.