They Want Dick Dickster2015

Ed Lawler:
Dickster, where were you, nine p.m., March 13th, 1989?

Dick Dickster:
Banging your wife. And she was grateful.

Ed Lawler:
That's not what I'm talking about with you, pal. I got you. I have a witness. A witness has come forward, she's got you nailed to the wall. You were in the dirt, on the hill, behind the Pizza Hut, at the wrap party of your ridiculous, horrible movie: Cult of Damn, or whatever it was.

Dick Dickster:
Cult of Doom, punk. And I was never there. If you had something, you'd already have put me away. You got nothing.

Ed Lawler:
I got everything! Statutory rape. Uh-huh, in Arkansas, you got a thirteen year old girl, yes you do. Yes, you do. What do you have to say for yourself?

Dick Dickster:
LIES! People lie about famous celebrity directors like myself all the time. Lisa Madonna...

Ed Lawler:
What did you say, you said: seventeen? Was she seventeen and not thirteen? Is that what you just said? You said that.

Dick Dickster:
Huh? Who? What?

Ed Lawler:
You said that. I got you, buddy. You know exactly who I'm talking about. What was her name?

Dick Dickster:
Lisa Madonna.

Ed Lawler:
That's right, Lisa Madonna.

Dick Dickster:
She disappeared, pal. You got nothing.

Ed Lawler:
Oh, really? I got you, I got you nailed.

Dick Dickster:
What is this on your head? What is that, f***ing wolverine? It's beaver pelt.

Ed Lawler:
I'M TAKING YOU DOWN! I'M TAKING YOU DOWN, I'M TAKING YOU DOWN GOOD!