From Wet Hot American Summer
[angry that Beth has invited Steve to take part in the talent show
] Beth, I may regret saying this, but how dare you usurp my authority as producer...
...director-slash-choreographer of the talent show. I need you to know I have been busting my *balls*, woman! I am telling you, the musical numbers are a mess, my kids are a bunch of amateurs, and the last thing I need today is some diabetic freak prancing around on stage making my life a living *hell*!
[after a long pause and a glare from Beth
] All right; I'll put him on last.