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Is that really the fastest you can play,
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you worthless Hymie fuck?
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No wonder Mommy ran out on you. Get off the fucking kit.
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And here comes Mr. Gay Pride of the Upper West Side himself.
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Unfortunately this is not a Bette Midler concert.
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We will not be serving cosmopolitan and baked Alaska,
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so just play faster than you give hand jobs, will you please?
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One, two, one, two.
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Not even fucking close.
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Let's go with the Irish mick fuking paddycracker now.
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You know, you actually do look quite a bit like a leprechaun.
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I'm gonna start calling you Flannery.