Joey: Hey, shit nuts. Your fucking waxer ruined my ball. It's yours now. I want a new one.
BBK: Alright, first of all, shit-for brains, that area's being remodeled. You ain't even supposed to be over there. And secondly, you're a fucking dip shit. It looks to me like you just pressed down too goddamned hard. You're supposed to let that machine do all the work. I don't see it as a malfunction at the junction boy.
Joey: Maybe you should open your fucking eyes then, idiot. There's one inch of sharp screw embedded in the bottom. It's fucked. End of story. Now go get me a new fucking ball.
BBK: Use one of the balls by your lane.
Joey: Those balls are shitty and used, just like your fucking underwear. Now go get me a goddamned new ball!
BBK: Hey, calm down now. Don't get your panties in a bunch. Now you be a good boy and go back over to your lane and maybe I'll go over to the store and get you something brand-spanking new. If you're lucky.
Joey: Lucky? You wanna talk about luck? You're fucking lucky the toilet wouldn't flush when your mom spread her legs and pulled you out with a goddamned coat hanger.
BBK: You're lucky the buffalo beat me over the fence, otherwise I'd be your daddy.
Joey: Oh, that's fucking hilarious. Hey, where are you going? You better be going to get my new ball. I got a fucking game to win, no fucking around!
BBK: Yeah, that's what your mama said.
