Say Goodnight to the Bad Guys (2008 TV Movie)
Bubbles: [Sweaty Randy sits in Julian's chair and leave a sweat outline in the chair] Oh my sweet Jesus. You might get it out with baking soda but the stink, you'll never get that out!
Randy: Things with Phil Collins didn't turn out too rosy. Fucking walrus! Sure, I was high all the time, but he ate just as much as I did, maybe more. Shut the fuck up Phil, can't you see I'm doing an interview!
Phil Collins: I had to fire Randall from the Dirty Burger partnership cause he was baked all the fucking time! Sweaty bitch was high!
Randy: [Randy on walkie talkie to Mr. Leahy] This is Randy, come in.
Jim Lahey: [Mr. Leahy not pressing walkie talkie, filling a watermelon with Vodka] Randy I heard you bud I'll be over in a minute.
Randy: Come in Mr. Leahy, come in.
Jim Lahey: [Mr. Leahy now pressing walike talkie button] Randy I copy you I'll be over in second bud, I'm busy right now. Can I wear your cowboy boots bud?
Ricky: What the fuck is going on in there, you OK?
Julian: Ah fuck. Cover me my gun's jammed.
Ricky: Sam you're about to get your empty fucking cave head full of bullets.
Sam Lasco: With a pellet gun Ricky? Put the fucking thing down right now.
Ricky: It's Bubble's pellet gun Sam. That's all I got.
Sam Lasco: Fine. Put it down. And bring me that sandwich.
Ricky: I'm not giving you my fucking sandwich.
Bubbles: [Bringing a towel to Ray who's taking a bath in a dumpster] What happened to your neck Ray?
Ray: Fucking gulls are biting like crazy Bubs.
Bubbles: The gulls are biting?
Bubbles: Seagulls are nipping at ya?
Ray: Yeah, I got bit twice yesterday by one fucker.
Bubbles: My God that's greasy.
Ray: Sometimes life is greasy Bubbles.
J-Roc: [to Randy] Oh my Christ know what I'm saying? You combo, battle-star gwactica, onion ring, flux capacitor.
Tyrone 'T': It's back to the slimfast.
Bubbles: Mr. Leahy expects me to take care of all the food. Take a guess what it is? Fucking bologna sandwiches. I don't know whether I'm interested in all this fucking dirty dancing bologna sandwich stuff. Fuck bologna sandwiches. Fucking bologna sandwiches.
Bubbles: We just mind our own business down here at the dump. Nobody comes down here fucking with anybody. I'm just bottling liquor... that's my job. Paid by the hour, no bullshit. Bottling Ray's Good Liquor. It's a dirty, sassy liquor. Ahhh... so sassy.
Ricky: [Ricky to Randy who's holding his baby] You can't feed a baby onion rings.
Randy: I didn't know, sorry.
Ricky: And what the fuck is all... oh my God you got sweat and grease all over him
Lucy: That's great. Thanks.
Ricky: God love Randy he's fucking trying, but he's smoking way too much dope. When I smoked the mosted dope in my like it was 5, 10 grams a day and he's smoking 10, 15 grams a day and it dumbs him out. It's way too much for him he's not that smart as it goes anyway.
Bubbles: [hearing thunder, to Julian and Ricky] My God boys hear that? Help hump this fucking bologna logs to the car please. It's gonna rain horse cocks tonight.