Joey: Hey, shit nuts. Your fucking waxer ruined my ball. It's yours now. I want a new one. Egerton: Alright, first of all, shit-for brains, that area's being remodeled. You ain't even supposed to be over there. And secondly, you're a fucking dip shit. It looks to me like you just pressed down too goddamned hard. You're supposed to let that machine do all the work. I don't see it as a malfunction at the junction boy. Joey: Maybe you should open your fucking eyes then, idiot. There's one inch of sharp screw embedded in the bottom. It's fucked. End of story. Now go get me a new fucking ball. Egerton: Use one of the balls by your lane. Joey: Those balls are shitty and used, just like your fucking underwear. Now go get me a goddamned new ball! Egerton: Hey, calm down now. Don't get your panties in a bunch. Now you be a good boy and go back over to your lane and maybe I'll go over to the store and get you something brand-spanking new. If you're lucky. Joey: Lucky? You wanna talk about luck? You're fucking lucky the toilet wouldn't flush when your mom spread her legs and pulled you out with a goddamned coat hanger! Egerton: You're lucky the buffalo beat me over the fence, otherwise I'd be your daddy!
