George: [upon learning why the others brought him to the lake] You're a fuckin' lying son of a bitch, Sam! All right? And I hope you fuckin' go to hell.
Millie: Don't make things worse, George...
George: Shut the fuck up, Millie, you fucking stupid JAP cunt.
Clyde: Sit down, George, you're out of control.
George: Shut the fuck up, Clyde! You faggot! Fucking skinny butt-munching faggot. I hate you! You know that? I really do. 'Cause all you do is fuckin' prance around school talkin' about your fuckin' faggoty fairy fathers. I'll tell you what! I don't wanna hear about your fuckin' fathers and how their assholes work, all right? It makes me sick! And I - I - I fuckin' hope they fuckin' die of fag disease! Yeah.
[pause]
George: And, and speaking of... dead... fathers... I just remembered why bonehead white-trash fuckin' donkey-dick Marty got so fuckin' freaked when I started talkin' about his "daddy." His Neanderthal, drunk dad put a gun in his mouth and splattered his brains all over the wall.
[pause]
George: You know, I almost forgot that my mom told me that. She said, "His daddy splattered his brains all over the wall." I thought it was sad at first, but now? I like it.
[chanting]
George: His daddy splattered his brains. All over the wall. His daddy splattered his brains. All over the wall!...
