Why do you need a car? What the fuck are you talking about? This car. Which turn is it?...

Kid: Why do you need a car? Willie: What the fuck are you talking about? Kid: This car. Willie: Which turn is it? Kid: Sage Terrace. Where's your sleigh? Willie: It's in the shop, getting repaired. Kid: Where are the reindeer? Willie: I stabled them. Is it left or right? Kid: That way. Where's the stable? Willie: Next to the shop. Kid: How do they sleep? Willie: Who? The reindeer? Standing up. Kid: But the noise. How do they sleep? Willie: What noise? Kid: From the shop. Willie: They only work during the day, all right? Kid: I thought it was always night at the North Pole. Willie: Well, not now. Right now it's always day. Kid: Then how do they sleep? Willie: Oh, shit. Sage Terrace. What is it with you, anyway? Somebody drop you on your fucking head? Kid: On *my* head? Willie: Well, yeah. What, are they gonna drop you on somebody else's head? Kid: How can they drop me onto my own head? Willie: No, not *onto* your... Would... God damn it! Are you fucking with me?

Before you do something stupid, you may want to think about this shit. What are you talking about? I'm talking about firing a little black midget. A coloured, African-American small person, that's what I'm talking about. I'm talking about your face all over goddamn USA Today, is what I'm talking about. I'm talking about 150 of these little motherfuckers all over the sidewalk. Little picket signs, chanting and raving, using little bullhorns and shit like that. Screaming and hollering your name out. "Unfair practices. " You get me? No. This is not a handicapped thing. I have nothing against you people. "You people"? Did you hear that, Marcus? He said "you people. " - Who the hell is us people? - Wait, no. You don't... What? No. You know, I think it's best if we just forget we had this conversation. Okay. Good thinking. And don't worry about us, we'll be fine. Let's get the hell out of here, Marcus. You're pathetic. I dig that little thing in your bellybutton. What is that, like a diamond? It's a bellybutton ring. Hang on a second. Check this out. You gotta thrust, you know what I'm saying? You got to move the ball around, know what I'm saying? See? Move the ball. Motherfucker. You lousy fucking motherfucker. - That kind of shit's gonna get us pinched! - She said she was 18. But you promised no arcades. You said you'd only hustle Big and Tall. What, you shat me out of your womb? You're fucking my mom now?