China, Il2011

Dean:
It dawned on me that you guys never returned my keys. I need 'em.

Steve:
Uh, you know what? We, uh -- We're having those keys...polished.

Dean:
That kind of sounds like a lie.

Frank:
Oh, come on. We're not lying a**holes. No. No, we're front holes. We're -- We're the good holes.

Dean:
Have the keys in time for Kenny's concert, or, like I said before, I'll make your worst nightmare come true, which is what? Mm...I'll kill Pony.

Steve:
What?!

Frank:
That's a relief. I thought you were gonna pull our d*cks off.

Dean:
Oh, right! I'll pull your d*cks off, too! You'll have a dead friend and no d*cks to wipe your tears with!