Uncle Buck1989

Buck:
What, did you have a few drinks this morning? Huh? Yeah, I think you did.

Pooter-the-clown:
What are you? Mother Cabrini? You never touch the stuff?

Buck:
No, no. It's just that I wouldn't be drinking if I was going to entertain some kids. You know?

Pooter-the-clown:
I don't have to take any sh*t from you! You know who I am? In the field of local-live-home entertainment, I'm a GOD!

Buck:
Get in your mouse, and get out of here.

Pooter-the-clown:
Hey, you, let me tell you something you low-life, lying, four-flushing, sack-of-sh...

[Buck punches him in the face, Pooter drops, then gets back up like an inflatable clown and shakes the pain off]

Pooter-the-clown:
[growls]

[Buck punches him again, knocking him out]