Say Goodnight to the Bad Guys

Bubbles:
[Sweaty Randy sits in Julian's chair and leave a sweat outline in the chair] Oh my sweet Jesus. You might get it out with baking soda but the stink, you'll never get that out!

J-Roc:
[to Randy] Oh my Christ know what I'm saying? You combo, battle-star gwactica, onion ring, flux capacitor.

Tyrone 'T':
It's back to the slimfast.

Bubbles:
Mr. Leahy expects me to take care of all the food. Take a guess what it is? F***ing bologna sandwiches. I don't know whether I'm interested in all this f***ing dirty dancing bologna sandwich stuff. F*** bologna sandwiches. F***ing bologna sandwiches.

Randy:
Things with Phil Collins didn't turn out too rosy. F***ing walrus! Sure, I was high all the time, but he ate just as much as I did, maybe more. Shut the f*** up Phil, can't you see I'm doing an interview!

Phil Collins:
I had to fire Randall from the Dirty Burger partnership cause he was baked all the f***ing time! Sweaty b*tch was high!

Bubbles:
We just mind our own business down here at the dump. Nobody comes down here f***ing with anybody. I'm just bottling liquor... that's my job. Paid by the hour, no bullshit. Bottling Ray's Good Liquor. It's a dirty, sassy liquor. Ahhh... so sassy.

Randy:
[Randy on walkie talkie to Mr. Leahy] This is Randy, come in.

Jim Lahey:
[Mr. Leahy not pressing walkie talkie, filling a watermelon with Vodka] Randy I heard you bud I'll be over in a minute.

Randy:
Come in Mr. Leahy, come in.

Jim Lahey:
[Mr. Leahy now pressing walike talkie button] Randy I copy you I'll be over in second bud, I'm busy right now. Can I wear your cowboy boots bud?

Ricky:
What the f*** is going on in there, you OK?

Julian:
Ah f***. Cover me my gun's jammed.

Ricky:
Sam you're about to get your empty f***ing cave head full of bullets.

Sam Lasco:
With a pellet gun Ricky? Put the f***ing thing down right now.

Ricky:
It's Bubble's pellet gun Sam. That's all I got.

Sam Lasco:
Fine. Put it down. And bring me that sandwich.

Ricky:
I'm not giving you my f***ing sandwich.

Ricky:
[Ricky to Randy who's holding his baby] You can't feed a baby onion rings.

Randy:
I didn't know, sorry.

Ricky:
And what the f*** is all... oh my God you got sweat and grease all over him

Lucy:
That's great. Thanks.

Ricky:
God love Randy he's f***ing trying, but he's smoking way too much dope. When I smoked the mosted dope in my like it was 5, 10 grams a day and he's smoking 10, 15 grams a day and it dumbs him out. It's way too much for him he's not that smart as it goes anyway.

Bubbles:
[Bringing a towel to Ray who's taking a bath in a dumpster] What happened to your neck Ray?

Ray:
F***ing gulls are biting like crazy Bubs.

Bubbles:
The gulls are biting?

Ray:
Seagulls

Bubbles:
Seagulls are nipping at ya?

Ray:
Yeah, I got bit twice yesterday by one f***er.

Bubbles:
My God that's greasy.

Ray:
Sometimes life is greasy Bubbles.

Bubbles:
[hearing thunder, to Julian and Ricky] My God boys hear that? Help hump this f***ing bologna logs to the car please. It's gonna rain horse c*cks tonight.

Ricky:
Cyrus can please tone it the f*** down please?

Cyrus:
You should get out here and dirty dance too Ricky. Unless you're scared.

Ricky:
Are you thrusting at me?