Serial Mom - Warum läßt Mama das Morden nicht?

Dottie Hinkle: Hello?

Beverly Sutphin: Is this the Cocksucker residence?

Dottie Hinkle: God damn you! Stop calling here!

Beverly Sutphin: Is this Four Two One Five Pussy Way?

Dottie Hinkle: You bitch!

Beverly Sutphin: Now let me check the ZIP code. Two-one-two-fuck-you?

Dottie Hinkle: The police are tracing this call this very minute.

Beverly Sutphin: Well, Dottie Hinkle, then why aren't they here, huh, fuckface?

Dottie Hinkle: FUCK YOU!

[hangs up]

Beverly Sutphin: Hahahaha!

[immediately calls her back]

Dottie Hinkle: DIDN'T I JUST SAY FUCK YOU?

Beverly Sutphin: [in a different voice] I beg your pardon?

Dottie Hinkle: Who is this?

Beverly Sutphin: Mrs. Wilson from the telephone company. I understand you're having problems with an obscene phone caller?

Dottie Hinkle: Yes, I am. I'm sorry, Mrs. Wilson. But this is driving me crazy! I've had my number changed twice already. I'm a divorced woman, please help me.

Beverly Sutphin: Well what exactly does this sick individual say to you?

Dottie Hinkle: I can't say the words out loud, I don't use bad language.

Beverly Sutphin: Oh well, I know it's difficult but we need to know the exact words.

Dottie Hinkle: I'll try. Cocksucker, that's what she calls me.

Beverly Sutphin: [reverting to the original voice] LISTEN TO YOUR FILTHY MOUTH, YA FUCKIN' WHORE!

Dottie Hinkle: GODDAMN YOU!

Beverly Sutphin: MOTHERFUCKER!

Dottie Hinkle: COCKSUCKER!