Xavier: Renegade Angel, Season 1

Xavier:
What doth life? Are we just fleshy blips in some meaningless stew of cosmic oblivion? Or is it vice-reversa? Is our every trolip through fate's garden infused with a mystic--

Clipple:
(throws a bottle, shattering Xavier's shakashuri) Hey bunghole, cease that inner yappin'!

Xavier:
I don't want no trouble, mister.

Clipple:
Freak, if you didn't want trouble, you shouldn't have wandered into Burbury, Conneticut.

Xavier:
Please. I'm just a simple seeker on a spirit quest to discover... what doth life?

Clipple:
We don't cotton to freaks here in Burbury, and we's done hate freaks with open, unquenchable cams of philosophical thirst-worms! (spits on Xavier's face)

Xavier:
You're gonna regret that. (licks the spit off his cheek) You shattered my shakashuri.

Clipple:
I hope y'all can play it three feet up your ass.

Xavier:
Don't know, but I'd sure like to try.

Clipple:
Whatcha gonna do, bird beast? Fly away? On your cuttlebone?

Townie:
Yeah, cuddle this b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-bone. (pulls a bone out of his pants and throws it at Xavier's face.)

Clipple:
(kicks Xavier in the face, knocking him out)