Stroker and Hoop2004

[Coroner Rick have his moments with Hoop's Mom]

Coroner Rick:
[crying] Oh, Rose. Rose.

Hoop's Mom:
You'll need to get me out of here.

Coroner Rick:
[gasp] Damn. I knew you couldn't have eaten enough ribs yet to have your blood smell like prison barbecue sauce.

Hoop's Mom:
Put me in the van. I'm escaping.

Coroner Rick:
I'm digging your new gutsiness, but I can't. You know that's a federal offense.

Hoop's Mom:
You'd better help me, unless you want a colombian jockstrap. [grabs him while pulling out her knife]

Coroner Rick:
Alright. But I take back that thing about digging your gutsiness.