Ethel: You dumb dildo.
Ethel: That is one fucking ugly man that goes there.
Junior: That's one fucking ugly man, Mama.
Ethel: Would you shut your trap? You ain't so pretty yourself, you know.
Junior: I ain't so pretty myself, I know.
Anita: What's wrong? Hey, you okay?
Demon: It's them damn enchiladas.
George: Go and let everyone else know breakfast is ready.
Reggie: Yo! Breakfast! Come and get it.
George: I could've done that.
Demon: You're gonna get it, bitch.
Anita: Lighten up, Demon, you'll feel a lot better after you shit.
Demon: I'll feel a lot better when I'm out of here. This shitbox is gross.
Anita: You better watch out for the snake that's going to crawl up that crapper and bite your ass.