The Park Enforcer

Shades:
The killer is still here; his ejaculation is still fresh.

Shades:
It's not your war John. It's not your war.

The Park Enforcer:
Cock-ka-Bob!

Hot Chocolate Fantasy:
I can't believe I got it all in my mouth. But do you know what I really want in my mouth right now?

The Park Enforcer:
Uhhh?

Hot Chocolate Fantasy:
Hot chocolate! I want hot chocolate! In. My. Mouth.

Boss Moose:
This is not what I had in mind! This is not what I had in mind!

Sam:
You act like this is your first time smuggling chon-chon for the man!

Sam:
There ain't no super vagrant living in London, Ontario. The only people living in London Ontario are f***ing retards. This city is where hookers go to die.

Boss Moose:
Nobody f***s Boss Moose!... isn't that right Shades?

Shades:
Nobody f***s you sir.

Angel:
You can say that again.

Boss Moose:
Shut yo dirty mouth!

Weasel:
Look on the bright side: I just smoked an ounce of weed and I shaved my balls! There's nothing quite like the feeling of the winter breeze on your testicles!

Lady in Red:
Yes! Yes! You fat, hot, doughnut boy of justice!