Look who's talking, the only door you know how to open is between your legs! Why don't you...

Xavier: [turns round to Addison] Look who's talking, the only door you know how to open is between your legs! Addison: [lunges towards Xavier in anger] Why don't you shut the hell up all right! Xavier: [shouting] Why don't you shut the hell up? Addison: [she lunges towards him and they begin fighting] I'm sick of your bullshit. You'd best bend over before I land one on the back of your cheek, asshole. [they begin to fight more, but Jonas steps in and grabs Addison] Addison: Get the fuck off me!

that the macho-bullshit approach isn't opening the door. - Any other suggestions? - Look who's talking. The only door you know how to open is between your legs. - Why don't you shut the hell up, all right? - Come on, man. - Why don't you shut the hell up? - I'm sick of your bullshit. - That's right, back up, bitch! - You little dickhead. - Asshole! - Hey! What you gonna do? Yeah, yeah, that's right, back up! Okay, man. All right. Nobody take shit from nobody. We've established that. - Did you find anything? - No. Nothing. So, that ink on your arm, that's Joliet, right? Yeah. So? - Well, I did a stretch there myself. - I'm proud of you. And you, what is your correctional facility of choice? What's your point? My point is, you didn't get that way by teaching grade school, right?