The Slammin' Salmon2009

Cleon Salmon:
Well, if a trip to the Bahamas ain't gonna get the molasses out your asses, maybe $10,000 will do the trick. That's right, new prize. Top waiter leaves here tonight with ten grand in his pocket. You know what ten grand feels like in your pocket? It feels like a third cock.

Guy:
Ha! Jesus, how many c*cks you got, Champ?

Cleon Salmon:
Are you lampooning me, Meatdrapes?

Guy:
Of course not, sir.

Cleon Salmon:
Do you want a punch in the eye, Guy?

Guy:
No, please.

Cleon Salmon:
I can make your face look like a pie, Guy.

Guy:
Oh God, no.

Cleon Salmon:
[the Champ throws several feints at Guy's face, then accidentally punches him in the stomach] Excuse me, I didn't mean to do that.