Trailer Park Boys, Season 3 (2003)

Jim:
My god! It's Ricky!

[Ricky smashes the Boom Gate]

Jim:
Yeah, we got a 10 72 at the Sunnyvale Trailer Park. Thank you very much. Well Ricky, it looks like you shit goose this time.

Ricky:
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck your gay.

Jim:
Willful destruction of property, theft under a thousand dollars, trespassing, dangerous driving. You're goin' back to jail, boy.

Ricky:
Good. Did you call the cops yet?

Jim:
Yeah I did.

Ricky:
Good. I want to go back to jail.

Jim:
You wanna go.

Ricky:
Hey, Trin.

Trinity:
Hi.

Ricky:
Where did you get this rim?

Trinity:
I borrowed it, daddy. Just like you taught me to. Merry Christmas.

Ricky:
Like I taught you to? What do you mean?

Jim:
Apples don't fall far from the tree. Do they, Rick?

Ricky:
Lahey, I got a lot to deal with before I go back to jail. I don't have time for your shit right now so fuck off.

Jim:
Speaking of shit, Rick, which you were. When a shit apple falls from a tree and grows up in a field of shit. It doesn't have any choice. Just like Trinity. She's gonna grow up to be a shit apple tree. Just like her father. Have fun in jail, Rick.

Trinity:
I wanna go to jail.

Ricky:
Trinity, don't ever say that again. Okay? Don't joke around.

Trinity:
I wanna go to jail. Jail, jail, jail, jail.

Ricky:
Trinity, stop it! I'm serious. Don't ever joke about that. You're never going to jail, okay?

Jim:
Oh yes she is, Rick.

Ricky:
No she's not, Lahey. So fuck off.