Runny: Please, don't shoot. I've got kids.
David Ghantt: Yeah? Do your kids know you're a lying, cheating sack of filth?
Runny: Well... I just haven't found the right moment to tell 'em.
David Ghantt: One-four-three, Kelly Campbell.
David Ghantt: Brace your boobies.
David Ghantt: I'm starting to feel like a corndog at a hotdog party.
