I said why don't you carve the goddamn turkey yourself, you old fart!

Uncle Howe:
[Bob is cutting the turkey]
Listen, Bob, if you hold that knife right here, then you get a better- [attempts to guide Bob's hand, and the knife cuts Bob's hand] Uncle Howe:
Oh, oh, I'm sorry there, Bobby! Bob Collier:
[mutters to himself]
Why don't you carve the goddamn turkey yourself, you old fart! Uncle Howe:
[is surprised]
Uh, what's that? Bob Collier:
[looks Howe squarely in the eye]
I said Why don't you carve the goddamn turkey yourself, you old fart!