Last Night at the Alamo1983

Mary:
William, calm down. Stop cussin' at those motorists. They can't help it if they're fat. Besides, the way you drink you'd end up with a beer gut before long and then what? You'd cus yourself?

Ichabod William:
Now Mary, a f***in' beer gut ain't the same thing as being fat.

Mary:
Oh, they do. They do.

Ichabod William:
They don't f***in' count! I know a lot of people that got a beer gut and ain't f***in' fat.

Mary:
Like who?

Ichabod William:
Like, Cowboy. And he's a skinny-ass motherf***er!

Mary:
Oh, please! If there's a law against being fat, there ought to be a law against beer guts too.

Ichabod William:
There ain't no one gonna vote for it.

Mary:
Well, I would.

Ichabod William:
Mary, just get off my back. I had a real hard day at work. And I'm driving around this rat-tailed piece of sh*t truck. I take you to a lotta nice places all the time, and all you do is give me a lotta sh*t.