Trailer Park Boys2001

J-Roc:
Can't we talk? You're acting awful hard Randy.

Randy:
Well sometimes life is hard, J-Roc.

J-Roc:
Randy, sometimes, you're fat. You don't hear me talk about that, do you? [Pointing to baby-mamas] Look down dawg, nawmsayin'? Ya understand? Seems to me, like you should be able to understand and be sympathetic to what it's like to be pregnant, dawg.

Randy:
What are you talking about, J-Roc?

J-Roc:
Oh what, you a'int pregnant with a bucket of chicken? [Addressing unborn child] Hey, lemme tell you somethin' little maf***er. When you grow up, don't grow up to be like that maf***er right there! [Pointing to Randy] Randy, you a'int even had your ultrasound yet, have you dawg? I could do you right now. [Uses bling like a stethoscope] I hear chicken. I hear cola fizz, and mustard and relish coagulating together with french fries and onion rings, but you know what? I don't hear a heart, motherf***er. C'mon ladies, let's pack this sh*t up. That's whack, Randy. Go on with your wallet. AFTER ALL I'VE DONE FOR YOU, HAIRY B*TCH!