COCKSUCKER!

Dottie Hinkle:

Hello? Beverly Sutphin:
Is this the Cocksucker residence? Dottie Hinkle:
God damn you! Stop calling here! Beverly Sutphin:
Is this Four Two One Five Pussy Way? Dottie Hinkle:
You bitch! Beverly Sutphin:
Now let me check the ZIP code. Two-one-two-fuck-you? Dottie Hinkle:
The police are tracing this call this very minute. Beverly Sutphin:
Well, Dottie Hinkle, then why aren't they here, huh, fuckface? Dottie Hinkle:
FUCK YOU! [hangs up] Beverly Sutphin:
Hahahaha! [immediately calls her back] Dottie Hinkle:
DIDN'T I JUST SAY FUCK YOU? Beverly Sutphin:
[in a different voice]
I beg your pardon? Dottie Hinkle:
Who is this? Beverly Sutphin:
Mrs. Wilson from the telephone company. I understand you're having problems with an obscene phone caller? Dottie Hinkle:
Yes, I am. I'm sorry, Mrs. Wilson. But this is driving me crazy! I've had my number changed twice already. I'm a divorced woman, please help me. Beverly Sutphin:
Well what exactly does this sick individual say to you? Dottie Hinkle:
I can't say the words out loud, I don't use bad language. Beverly Sutphin:
Oh well, I know it's difficult but we need to know the exact words. Dottie Hinkle:
I'll try. Cocksucker, that's what she calls me. Beverly Sutphin:
[reverting to the original voice]
LISTEN TO YOUR FILTHY MOUTH, YA FUCKIN' WHORE! Dottie Hinkle:
GODDAMN YOU! Beverly Sutphin:
MOTHERFUCKER! Dottie Hinkle:
COCKSUCKER!