Letterkenny, Season 1

Reilly:
You looking for a tilly, buddy? Let's have a donnybrook!

Daryl:
Pump the brakes. You take your shirt off but leave your sunglasses on?

Wayne:
What sort of backwards fucking pageantry is that?

Daryl:
You gonna fight with those shades or play pokerstars.com?

Jonesy:
Hold my spitter.

Reilly:
Dude, I can't hold your spitter, you're holding my spitter- just put the spitter down.

Wayne:
Tick tock.

[Jonesy takes off his shirt and puts his hat on backwards]

Jonesy:
Go time!

Reilly:
Go time!

Daryl:
Look at that fucking treasure trail.

Wayne:
What's up with your fucking body hair, big shoots? You look like a 12 year-old Dutch girl. Your aesthetician coiff that for ya?

Daryl:
You can kiss my aesthetician. You guys do Cross-Fit?

Wayne:
You can Cross-fuck off.

Daryl:
Cross-fart. How many times you pulled your horn today, bud?

Reilly:
What?

Daryl:
Aw, she's bashful.

Wayne:
Well, come on kitten, I won't tell anyone. Ballpark, six to eight? You're a fucking animal.

Daryl:
Play a little five-on-one?

Wayne:
Hit the kitchen, mix a batch.

Daryl:
Feed the ducks.

Wayne:
Distribute some free literature.