Chainsaw Sally

Sally:
Hello, Mr. Gordon.

Mr. Gordon:
Hello, Sally.

Sally:
How's business?

Mr. Gordon:
Well, can't complain. And even if I could...

Sally:
Who would listen?

Sally:
Ruby, give me the knife or I swear I'll rip out your tongue by the roots and feed it to the dog!

Ruby Diamon:
We don't have a dog. We ate it, remember?

Sally:
Well, then I'll get another one and then we'll see what happens!

Sally:
Ruby, I'm home.

Ruby Diamon:
Well, it's about time. My supper's almost ruined. Did you get groceries?

Sally:
They're outside.

Ruby Diamon:
Oh, that blond lady was back up at the house again today. You know, the one who has the pointy titties? Her and some guy I didn't know were looking around.

Sally:
Sh*t, why didn't you say something?

Ruby Diamon:
I just did.

Sally:
The blond lady is obviously Cynthia Prescott. That b*tch is gonna be trouble.

Ruby Diamon:
Trouble like here in River City?

Sally:
No. Harvey F***ing Benton trouble. He's been building, and building, and working his way towards us like a swarm of locusts. Little Miss Barbie Doll is his calling card.

Ruby Diamon:
Well, f*** a furry duck.

Sally:
Ruby! Don't talk like that! You should never f*** farm animals. It'll rot your twinky off and make you smell funny.